Angel Of Death (On Hold)

Chapter 6

~Havoc's POV~....

I have never told anyone about my job as being a protecter. Not even Bane knows. I protect a drug business. This drug business is the biggest in the U.S. I was the head protector. When some one was against our business and was threatening to expose it or was planning on killing someone in the business I showed up and got rid of them. I am the best of the best but people think it's because im just really careful and really tough and heartless but in reality it's my gift.

I still haven't figured out if he Bane I met yesterday in the office is the same one from my dreams.  Maybe i'll have to pay more attention to him during school. Now it's friday morning and my checks cashed and I have 15 million dollars more in my account. In total I have around 10-11 billion dollars. 

I grabbed a cherry red skinny jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. I know it's quite the fashion statement but I really cant risk killing anyone again. I have only killed one person at school which was the idiotic boy who slammed me up against the lockers. I sighed.

 It wasn't even my fault. Out of school I have killed a few dozen for work. Killing doesn't faze me. It should I guess but what I am doing isn't causing my victims pain or suffering. Their deaths are quick and painless. They weren't going to live forever anyways. If I wouldn't have killed them they might not have died fast or painlessly.  They should be thanking me.

I know they probably had big plans ahead of them but those plans might have caused others to suffer because of their choices like my boss. What my boss is doing would put him in prison for the rest of his life if he is found. That's why he has people like me to protect him and keep him hidden. I will be at his side no matter what time of day. With out him I wouldn't have the kind of money I do. Even if I didn't make people sign their wills saying all their money was to go to me when they died I would still be set for life for just the multiple killing assignments.

I grabbed my gloves off the counter and slid them on. I pulled my back pack off the living room floor and threw it over my shoulder. I hoped that 'Bane' was only a mirage. But I knew he wasn't. Some thing was off about this whole thing. He wasn't in my dreams since he has been here. It's been two days with out any dreams.  It's weird. 

If 'Bane' was the Bane from my dreams he had a lot of explaining to do. This all made no sense to me. I wanted to scream in frustration. 

Travis is probably thinking about who to tell first. For all I know he did some research and knows that im richer than he could have ever imagined. I mean 15 million dollars alone is a lot of freaking money. All he would have to do was type in my name in google to see where im getting my money well most of it.

Like I said no one and I mean no one not even dream 'Bane' even knows that i'm a drug dealers protector. I didn't want him to think off me any different.

I sighed and walked down the dorm area of the school. I made no sound walking along the black marble floors gracefully. The walls were a off white almost gray color. As i walked by the black doors I just realized that the room numbers were silver. I never really paid much attention to those sort of things.

I finally reached my locker. Spinning it left then right and then left again I finally heard a faint click. I was always one of the first one in the halls in the morning to avoid killing any one. I was not a morning person much less a out going one at that.  I love how quite.......... stomping interupted my thoughts. 

"Havoc Dusk Morient you have some explaining to do!!" I heard Travis yell from the end off the hall. I can't believe he actually knew my first name much less my last or middle. He definitly did some reserch by the sound of it. Okay new excuse. 

I turned around and looked at him giving him the look to shut up. I knew that I would have to make my lie believable. "Travis shut up. What do you want?" 

My white hair was scraped into a messy and loose pony tail. He had on a pair of dark wash jeans that hung low around his hips. I wanted to pull them up. I hate when guys pants ride low. Eww... He had a plain black cotton t-shirt on. I out lined his muscles well. 

"Why -How - Huh? The money? The wills? The rich people? How do you know them? You don't even have-" I cut him off. He was stumbling with his words. I don't think he could figure out what to ask first. 

"Pretty boy I have plenty of friends. I'm guessing you did some research and googled me like a stalker. " I sighed, some people " Like those obituarys said I did some favors for some people in high places. It's not a lie. I have a life you know. Just because you don't know about it doesn't mean I don't have one." I finished a little more than frustrated now. I had a life and it sure didn't involve him, clearly. 

He took that all in slowly and carefully examining me with his eyes like I might be lying which technically I wasn't. All of a sudden there was a devious glint in his eyes and a smirk lined his face. My thoughts came to a immediate stop. 

He is going to use this against me. Was the only thing that came into my mind because what else would cause a smirk like that. If I was him I would use it against someone like me so I knew their secrets.

 "What's wrong with your face?" I asked scrunching my face up in discust. He wasn't my type of guy. I like dark and mysterious. 

He just glared at me. "That's not funny. I know about how you get all of that-"

I pounced on him and brought us to the floor with me landing on top of him. Students had just started entering the hall as he said that. Who knows what would have happened if I would have let him finish that sentence. I would have probably had a lot of questions to answer. I had adrenaline coursing through my veins. Anger washed over quickly. I was in a crouching position on top of him holding his shirt in one hand and the other arm behind my back. I had knocked the air out of him when he hit the floor. 

"Finish that sentence. I dare you!" I growled though clenched teeth. My face was a foot away from his. I closed my eyes and inhailed deeply. Iron. He was scared but he hid it well. I was trembling I was so mad. If I killed him I would have one less problem and one less person to silentley pick on me behind my back. 

A briliant smile grew across my pale face. I tore my glove off my hand. "If I killed you I would have one less problem." I giggled. He was trembling at how serious I was being. I wasn't faking serious either. I really wanted to kill him right now. 

I quickly brought my hand to his face but I stopped at the voice. It was like it had control over me. 

"Havoc don't do that!"

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I know its short but I wanted to get it posted before I couldn;t get to the computer any more.

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