Assassin [dylmas]

25.

Dylan couldn't sleep. He tossed and turend in bed and than gave in, so he walked around his room and streched. Nothing hepled. The thought that Thomas is so close to him, just at the opposit side of the beroom wall made him sick. He grabbed a shirt and found his notebook in his bag running downstairs, where he turned the kitchenlight on. The young man sat on one of the barchairs and took the pen Mrs. Smith used to leave notes for Thomas every time she left the hose. Dylan focused on the silence around him. He felt so empty again. This feeling haunted him whenever he wanted to work for his essey about love. The pool behind the galsswall was filled with autumn leaves that were drifting slowny on the lit up blue surface. Dylan stared at it and he caught himself on imagining him and Thomas having sex in the pool. He shivered and glanced at the empty paper.

‚Love is. . .' he started to bit the end of the pen. 'It's stupid, and it's still called Gerda... I had the whole wold thrown unto my feet, and now the most precious jewel in the universe was taken from me by my past. . . my future.. . my present. . . There was this guy, Dylan who felt too much. He loved, like no one ealse loved before. And he tasted the sweetest pleausre... the paradise fruit. But now, there is nothing left. . . The broken windows of my soul escaped into my mirror reflection. . . and I see him... His name is Arrow. He's no one. He has no past, no face, no identity. He is the murder, the one that hunts innocent down at night, and his hand never shivered when he pulled the tigger. He is the risk and danger, his soul jet balck like the stone alchemists never used to create gold. His sins are carved with blood coloured letters into him but he has no guilt no conscience. He never loves, he never feels. So there is Gerda, the crumbled and scared old lady, she trembles when she stands on his doormat in a cold winter night. And he opens the door, his eyes carring hollows at the dark side of human nature. He looks at her and before she could say a word, he pulls the trigger, and her blood marks the snow.'

„Dylan," he glanced up hearing a woman's voice.

Zero was standing in the kitchen. Her nose was red from the cold as she took watches outside the house.

„I'll grab some warm coffee," she walked to the coffeemachine.

„Zero,"Dylan shivered facing her.

„Yeh," she took a cup and pressed the button for expresso.

„Do you think Latya and Mark can know I'm alive?" he spoke the question that was bothering him since the man he killed used his nickname.

„No," Zero looked at him.

„Are you sure?" he looked her in the eyes.

They were as dark as his.

„They won't find you. After you faked your death, theres no possiblity that they will," she took the cup.

„Even now, when I became visible around Thomas?" he felt he meant the question in more than one way.

„No," Zero stopped at the door. „If you gonna pay me enough I can kill them for you," she smiled and left the house.

Dylan took a breath. He glanced at his paper and felt fer. Was he more Dylan or more Arrow.

„Oh, it's you, I heard some voices and I thought my baby woke up," Mrs. Smith walked into the kitchen.

She had put a wine red night robe on her pijama.

„I spoke to Zero, she came for the coffee," Dylan glanced at the coffeemachine.

„What's this?" Mrs. Smith pointed at the notebook and Dylan blushed.

„My essay, for collage literary club," he tensd.

„May I?" she sat opposite him and he just gave her the notebook.

She read it in silence and Dylan felt that all his hair is standing up from fear and tensin.

She remined him of Thomas a lot, she had the same adorable smile and big eyes. Her youth was gone years ago but she had the fresh enegry of a teenage girl in her. Dylan never realized it before, but somehow she became a mother figure to him, quicker than he noticed.

Her look was serious when she finnished reading.

„Who's Arrow?" she asked looking stight at him.

„That's my. . . assassin name," Dylan felt he want to run away.

Will she toss the kitchen vase into him, or scream and tell him to never touch her son again.

„I only see Dylan," she gave the notebook back to him.

She got up and walked around the table.

„Maybe you never noticed but you really are like a second son to me. And you're a good person, never think about yourself any other way," she laid her hand on his shoulder. „Don't stay up too long, the premiere is tomorrow," she walked out of the kitchen and Dylan felt a tear that rolled down his cheek. He was stunned by her kindness.

There were fans and jornalists making their way as close to him as possible. Thomas wore a siut and a tie. He was styled and he had a perfect smile, but inside he was trembling. Each of this people could pull out a gun and shoot him. He glanced through the red carpet to his mum. Mrs. Smith was worried. She trembled and moved from one leg to the other. He gave her a smile. She never noticed so he went closer to the fans and started to sign whatever was put in front of his fac

He walked to the journalists and somehow he lookad towards his mum again, but instead of her he noticed Dylan. The man was wearing a black longsleeved shirt to dark bule jeans and a black baseball cap. Thomas felt his stomach moving. It's been two days since he had last touched Dylan, or kissed him and his longing was burning. But he was so sad and disappointed. He conentrated on his anger and smiled to the first person behind the microphone.

„How are you feeling Thomas?" the man asked.

„Great. I can't wait for the play to start and for all of you to see it," Thomas tried to relax, although his hands were sweaty.

„What can we expect tonight?" the man pushed the microphone closer to Thomas.

„A lot of drama, but also a little lough," Thomas decided to make his answeres short.

„A lot of peopel wonder... Can you tell me who it is, the mysterious guy that is always with you?" aksed the man and Thomas went pale.

He coughed and glanced over to Dylan.

„He's my... my bodyguard, just a bodyguard," whispered Thomas ignoring his butterflies.

„Sure, what about Helena, how is it to work with her?" the man changed the subject but Thomas felt that the world was still spinning.