The Assassin (Editing)

Emotions

Jadens p.o.v.

What exactly was going on here?

I flinched as another clawed hand tried to reach me from behind the barricade of Drake's strong arms and body that had me trapped in a corner. One second everything was fine and the next I'm being roughly pushed aside and into the wall. The pain alone was blinding, my back had hit the wall and forced a cry from my lips, my legs shaking with my efforts to stay standing while I bend over to try and alleviate the pain. Drake growled and pushed the hands away while I tried to compose myself and make sense of this situation. Someone was yelling but I was too focused on the stabbing sensation in my back to understand what exactly the voice was saying.

A small hand shot past Drake's arms and grabbed my hair. "Fuck!" I yelled and my hands flew up to grip the arm and try to pry it off. The grip was strong but soon left when Drake yanked it away. I straightened up and backed away from the hands that wanted to get to me, making sure to not let my back touch anything. I panted from the adrenaline in my system and watched as Drake groaned when three of them came at him at once. One latching onto his hand and the other ramming a fist onto the side of his face, the third out of my view. I wanted to help but he told me not to, told me to stay behind him and who was I to disobey when I couldn't even get him to let go of my arm earlier?

*

I walked slightly in front of him and to the right, Drake's hand resting on my shoulder so he can lead me wherever he intends on taking me. I wouldn't dare scream for help. What the people who walk around us don't know is that I have a criminal record. Despite being trained to not be seen when on a mission, there are still times when one just gets caught. That was a couple years ago though so the cops aren't on me as much anymore.

We've been walking around for about ten minutes now and seemed to be going out of the city. The sheer amount of people lessening as we go and my limp worsening aswell. "Don't worry we're almost there." Drake tells me, voice laced with worry and his hand tightens slightly on my shoulder as if he felt the need to hold me up. I nod and stuff my hands into my pockets slowly as to not hurt myself but keep my hands out of the cold wind that started up a while ago. My brown hair whips around my face and my gaze flicks around while occasionally drifting back to where Drake is walking patiently behind me.

We pass smaller businesses and cafés as we walk and I see the start of a neighborhood coming up but it's nowhere near as nice as where Drake's home resides. "Where are we going?"

"To my good friends house." He mumbles back and I frown. I've never heard of any of his friends. Why aren't we going to his home though, is there something there he wants to show me? "When we get there your going to tell me what's going on with you."

I stop in my tracks and he gives me a nudge forward. My legs move automatically and we continue into the neighborhood of shabby looking houses. Again my mobility is limited to a mere limp and too much movement can be very painful so I let him lead me instead of trying to escape. I could always lie but what would be the point? He already knows I kill for a living. I frown at that. Will he think of me differently now? It doesn't matter, he's going to die sooner or later so why fret about something like that?

I turn to ask him a question and that's when I see it, the bracelet still wrapped around his wrist on the same arm I put it on. He hasn't.... taken it off? I blink and just forget my question. He's just so confusing. Why? I have no idea but I don't plan on figuring him out. Drake's hand slips away and I stop and watch as he walks forward, finger pressing a bottom before there's a beep and his hand pushes open the gate to a large looking house with a dirty looking front lawn. Toys hidden everywhere in the tall grass and a hose slowly leaking drips of water onto the pathway, the gates making this home look creepy. The three story faded brick house looming in front of us. Drake's friend lives here? I raise a brow at him and he waves me in while bowing at the waist. The gesture makes me smile, a slight tug at the corner of my lips but the closest thing to a smile in a long time. "Heath has been dying to meet you Jaden."