Assassin [dylmas]

33.

The boys run till they reached the rocks.

„Climb up!" said Dylan while Thomas was barely catching his breath but he kept going.

Dylan found his way up the stonewall and helped Thomas up. They were half way up whan Dylan found the dark opening. He pulled himsef inised and reached his hands to Thomas grabbing the blonde one.

„It. . ." started Thomas but Dylan covered his mouth with his hand and shushed the boy.

They walked inside the long cave quietly till they reached a far cavern and heared only the dripping of some water far away. Thomas sat at the ground and took a breath.

„How did you know abut the caves?" he asked.

„I hoped somethig like this won't happen but I had a plan just in case," Dylan sat next to the boy and laid the gun next to him.

„I would be ten times dead without you, I love you," Thomas grabbd Dylan's waist with his skinny arms and pulled him to his body.

„I'm a horrible person Thomas," Dylan shook his head.

„Shh, I love you, I so love you," Thomas kissed his sweaty hair and hold him tightly.

Dylan felt tears storming down his face. He sobbed into Thomas' arms. He killed Latya nd Mark, he killed his adoptive parents.

„Shh. . . You knew the man and the woman," whispered Thomas and Dylan trembled.

He cried and cired and couldn't stop but his boyfriend was holding him in his loving touch.

„It's ok. It's all ok you have me," Thomas kissed his hair and caressed his back.

After a long time Dylan stopped crying. He looked up at Thomas.

„I killed my parents, my adoptive parents," he was scared of his own words in the silence of the dark cave.

He felt that Thomas shivered but he grabbed him even thighter.

„I really don't know what to say. . . But they never deserved you," Thomas looked at him and Dylan was shocked that nothing had changed in his boyfriend's loving gaze.

„Do you hear what I'm telling you?" asked Dylan.

„I know that you resuced my life back there, from bad people," Thomas caressed his neck with his small hand.

„Can you hold me?" asked Dylan.

„I'm doing it all the time," Thomas kissed his hair again.

Dylan laid inbetween Thomas' legs and rested his head on the boy's chest. He felt Thomas' wet shirt and his warm body and steady heartbea,t and he felt like if someone put some cure on all his wounds.

„I don't remember my father's face, my real ones. My moter's face is slowly fading from my mind. I don't even have a picture or anything," Dylan spoke quietly. „I was three when they died in a accident. I had no more family so I was taken to a orphange in the Manhattan Beach area, as we lived there. This people there weren't bad but I dreamed about parent's about someone who would love me. I pictured them being with me. And than they came, this young peopel, a couple. The woman with blonde hair and the man with the beard, Latya and Mark. They looked at me and said - "He will be perfect for it" and then they had signed all the papers. I moved into their house, they had a huge villa on the hills of Santa Barbara with a private beach. I thought I landed in paradise as they were so sweet. But they started to train me in shooting, and guns, weapons, and poisons, material arts and ways to survive. When I turned thirteen they started to take me to smeller jobs and I understood who they were, assassins, and they wanted me to be the next one. They couldn't have childern and they actually seemed to like me. But when I was fifteen they gave me my first mission, and I had no choice so I killed. I couldn't stand the guilt, but it happened again and again till it stopped to matter, who it was. It was just one darkness inside me. I was worse and worse at school and I got secluded from all my friends. I was seventeen when I decided I won't be their puppet so I faked my death and changed my identity. I run away and tired to find a palce to stay. I ended up in New York trying to earn money for a room by doing small kitchen jobs or being a waiter, but I was too spoiled by them and too broken to live the life of a poor orphan again, so I changed my killer name and found a few easy targets. Money stared to fly in and I moved to England as is seemed far away from Latya and Mark. I had my own flat my own car. I graduated high school and got into university. I started to study lierature to get my head clear, and as long as I had money I kept away fram being a killer. I was haunted by nigthmares and I avoided people. I started to smoke weed to still my pain but nothig helped. And somehow I diecided I will never be a assassin again. And I quit me starting drug addiction, found a part time job in the university library. I decided to be more sociable and treid to make friends, but I never trusted people so it barely worked. I went to campus partys and tried to ask a girl out but she just ignored me. My plan for a normal life was working a little, and then Zero found me and I thought that I might make up for a few of my sins by protecting someone. So I said yes. . . and here I am in your arms, ready to give my life for you, head over heels in love, trusting someone more than I trust myself. You're my light Thomas. The only light I have to not to drawn in darkness," Dylan stopped talking and he felt a heavyness lifting off his chest.

He heard Thomas sobbing and he took the blondes hand and kissed it gently.

They stayed quiet listning to the water drops eoching around the stone and never changed their position till Dylan heard Thomas' steady breath and moved from his arms. He laid down on the stony ground of the cave and pulled the blonde into his grip.

Thomas whispered "warm" and "I love you" and kept sleeing with his little nose in Dylan's chest.