Hit and Kill

Hit and Kill - Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

            "You remember me, huh?" she hissed out, sarcastically and gave me a chilling look.

            I smiled, nastily. I could handle people being cold to me; just not people who were nice to me. I knew how to handle the bitter and rude better. "I see you have finally learned to not show your weak emotions, Rosalind. It took, what? A whole twenty-four years?"

            I guess that had hit a string because she glared at me suddenly. I smirked.

            "And I see you haven't changed much, Desdemona," she spat and I raised one of my black eyebrows questioningly. Rosa hadn't changed much either; she still had the same long, light brown hair and big, vibrant, brown eyes. Her features may have changed over the three years but other than that, she still looked like that Rosa who used to have troubles keeping her thoughts and emotions to herself. She grew more on the inside than the outside. "You're still the same cold hearted b--"

            She stopped as something caught her eye, as of mine as well. I ducked quickly and kicked out my leg as Will threw a punch at me. I missed him as he jumped at the last second. He knocked me over and placed his foot on my chest. William stood above me and smiled in a sickly sweet way.

            He put more pressure onto my chest and I choked in a breath of air.

            "William, William, William," I sighed out in a mock disappointing way, but in a strained voice. I chuckled to myself, weakly as he looked down at me confused. "I told you not to mess with me," I sighed heavily in an over exaggerated way and smiled.

            "Why is that, my dear Desdemona? Are you going to go tattling on me to the police?"

            I laughed at such a thought. Me? Going to the police, yeah right. I sneered, "No, of course not."

            "Then wha--"

            Rosalind had knocked him out with one of the techniques we learned. Pressure points were such gifts if you really thought about it. Well, it really mattered which end you were on I guess.

            "Thanks, Rosa," I nodded and pushed Will to the side of the ground, brushing myself off as I stood.

            "Don't mention it, Des," she smiled, slightly and tugged on her black duster, nervously. "Um, Desdemona, I came here for an actual reason other than insulting you."

            I looked at her, sarcastically, "Oh, really?" I scoffed.

            "Uh, well...I'll tell you later but for now we must meet up with Cain," she started walking in the direction that I was originally heading for.

            "Rosa, I can't go with you," I shook my head, quickly.

            "Why not?" she snapped at me and I somehow smiled proudly at her for such attitude.

            "I quit, remember. Three years ago..." I sighed, dropping my smile. Rosa's eyes hardened as I reminded her of the fateful day.

            "Oh, I remember," she scowled at me, unhappily, "but you still need to come with me. What is the harm of old friends reconnecting?" I almost laughed at the thought.

            "Everything, since I told you I never wanted to see you ever again," I shot back at her.

            "Oh, but my dear! You never said that; I remember your exact words. Both of ours, of course. I had asked 'When are we going to see you again?' and you said 'Never.' Not that you didn't want to see us, you should be more specific next time."