Wanted : A MiniCat Fanfiction

Chapter 11 ~ The Beautiful Beach

Z POV:

Being an assassin isn't easy.
I eventually got so fucking tired of people always telling me that my job is wicked and fun.
People have called me badass and evil before, I'll tell you that.
But evil?
I don't want to be evil.
We aren't evil.
Of course a normal person would define us as cruel or inhumane.
They look at it like we take a human life, like it's so valuable.
But I'll tell you this...
We do them a favor; quick and cleanly, we take away their lives.
But we take away the war, disease, the danger, the hate-
We take away everything.
So, really, we should be appreciated instead of killed off by the police.
Yes, we kill people.
But we only kill the bad guys.
And I used to be a normal girl, I used to go to school.
I used to have friends.
But now I take people's lives away.
Of course I don't like it.
I had to take a little girl's life away once because she'd heard me break into her house to kill her father...
She was so beautiful.
Of course I didnt shoot her.
I poisoned her.
I had used a syringe to inject it into her...
And I layed her down on the bed, taking her hair out of her eyes, singing a lullaby.
She smiled and slowly lost her breath, and her pulse slowly died.
I watched the little girl's lips turn blue and her eyelids close.
I was crying the whole time...
That wasn't even the worst death I've ever caused.
I had wanted a little girl on my own.
I had hoped to fall in love with someone and, when I was done with a life of crime, settle down somewhere and have a family.
But alot of people hated me.
So I started hating them, too.
But I am still not evil.
It's just my job.
We're bad guys.
It's what we do.

(if you know those two line references, marry me. <3)

Tyler POV:

She was way ahead of us now, Craig and I watching the silent tears run down her cheeks.
"This is all my fault." I whispered to Mini, sighing.
"I should've kept my target on Jack. It cost us Lui's life."
Craig patted my shoulder.
"I'm sure she'll be okay... Calibre is in a better place now, really. The world treated him horribly. Poor guy could've died worse. He wouldn't hurt a soul."
We had walked away now, leaving the bodies.
We were going to take them back and train them to be a Nanette, our names for the beginners.
But Z had refused.
She didn't want to look at the gang who had killed Calibre.
She had stomped away, and we'd followed her here.
We were passing buildings, climbing hills, hiding in alleyways when we couldn't be seen.
Tyler and I had no clue where we were, we just kept heading North, and we knew we'd eventually hit the boundary to Canada.
It had been getting pretty dark now, and we stopped to see a small beach on the horizon.
We headed to it.
It was abandoned, a small shack for a bar or something just sitting there, and we decided to make that our resting place.
There was a hill of sand, and when we peered over it, we would see the waves hitting the rocks, making a tranquil lulling sound.
I smiled and reached for his hand.

Craig POV:

"It's so... Beautiful." I told Tyler.
He nodded.
Z had now sat down at the top of the sand hill, alone, looking out in front of her.
Tyler let go of my hand and ran to the water, diving into it.
I, having walked all day, sat next to Z, putting my arm around her shoulder as Tyler sat down in the water, looking towards the moon, his back to us.
She sighed and leaned into me.
"I can't believe he's gone." she whispered.
I sighed as well.
"Yeah, me either."
She looked up at me.
"You're so easy to talk to, Craig. You remind me of someone." she told me.
I looked down.
"Who?"
She sighed.
"I used to have a family, you know. A life," I looked at her.
This girl seemed to hold so many secrets.
"Samantha Z Valle." she whispered, looking away from me, into the waves.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
She looked at me, her eyes changing into a dark blue, purplish color.
"That was my name."
"Why didn't you tell anyone?" I asked.
She looked at me.
"Because I don't like being called by it."
"Why?" I dug in deeper.
"Too many memories..." she sighed.
"What was your life like?" I asked.
"Hell." she laughed.
I shook my head.
"Besides that."
"I used to have friends. I had a sister and a brother... A mom. But my dad, well, he died... He was a drunkard. I'm glad he's gone, and so was my sister." she smirked.
"What was your sister and brother like?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"They smelled of honey and liliac... And it seemed that whenever things would go wrong, I'd go to them, and everything bad would subside. My sister, well, she was shy at first. She was hated among our neighborhood. My brother, well, he was always following along with her. This little girl used to come over all the time. I don't remember her name.... I think it started with an H. But everything was normal until I was tooken away from my family. My dad had sold me, to these, these... Sickos. Later on I killed them, but they just won't... Leave my mind." she said, playing with sand.
"When I said you reminded me of someone, well, you make me think of my brother. When I talk to you, it seems a lot better to deal with." she smiled.
I smiled, too.
Tyler came up to us.
"I'm going to bed." he said.
I nodded.
"We should probably get some sleep."
We all nodded and went to sleep in the makeshift shelter.