Crash and Burn

One

First chapter of Crash and Burn! Please, please help me with this! I'm hoping to enter it into the Watty Awards 2013 and I do hope you guys support me by clicking that vote button! I know it's different and maybe, you'd see it as slow but this is the way this story is going to go lol...I'd appreciate it if you guys read and liked it! Thanks so much guys! 

xx - Hilda 

Callista at the side ! > 

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-Callista –

“Are you ready, Callista?” The gruff undertone in his voice no longer frightened me but the question he asked sent a shiver through my body. Thankfully, he didn’t see it.

     I nod, “as ready as I’ll ever be.”

     “You’ll be dispatched in two weeks. How was your study of him?”

     I looked straight ahead of me, looked straight at the stainless steel studded wall that I first saw at six years old. They scared me just as much as he did. The memory was still etched into my thoughts. The memory of a frightened little girl, eyes quizzical with worry whilst her chiffon pink dress, still matted with blood, flowed prettily in her wake.

     “In the three weeks I’ve watched him, I’ve come to know that he is reckless. He cares for nobody, not even himself, especially when under the influence of Alcohol.” My own voice was alien to me, speaking was something I rarely did in front of him.

     He never let me speak. He always thought to remind me that words were precious, reminding me of the final words my mother had uttered to me.

     'I love you, Callie.' Her voice would occasionally enter my mind, just those pathetic four words that taunted me of the sad little girl who was robbed of her parents.

     I was no longer that girl.

     “What else?” he asked, urging me for more.

     Quizzical, I raised a brow, “What more can be said? He is reckless, a fool. Easily distracted. I could snap his neck in fifteen minutes or less if that were my objective.”

     He chuckled harshly. “Your objective is not to kill him immediately. Do not forget, Callista, that revenge is not the only motive in our part. You were trained for far greater, for more than revenge.”

     Yet in the end, it will be revenge. For my mother and father. For your wife and unborn child. In the end, it will always be revenge.

     “I know my place. I know exactly what I’m supposed to do. I have since you first taught me how to shoot.”

     “Shooting at birds and at people are two very different things. The guilt that weighs in your conscience can lead you to insanity.” His sincerity did not fail me. I understood his words loud and clear.

     He was asking me: Are you ready to kill a human being?

     “As I said. I know my place. You taught me everything I now know. You helped me understand things that made me seem blind. You have become my father and helped me through the death of my family. My loyalty to you will not waver and this I tell you with the knowledge I know now.”

     “Then you must be ready. Remember, this boy will know how to charm you. In the years, I’ve taught you offence and defense but I never taught you how to protect your mind from wit and charm.”

     I smirked, a rare expression that could only be brought out from me when my morbid thoughts took over my mind. There was no way I would allow wit and charm take over my objective. Not when I could be so close to hitting home—to finally getting what I want and have wanted.

     Revenge.

     “I can handle myself.”

     My thigh began to vibrate and I realized it was my mobile phone. Taking it out, I glance at it and saw that I was due for training. “Are we finished here?” I sounded almost whiny, impatient.

     He cocked a brow, challenging—menacing. “Have you finally learned to speak out of turn, Callista? I dismiss you when I can.”

     Inwardly, I curse at myself for forgetting. “I didn’t mean you any sort of disrespect. But I have training with Maxwell.”

     Now, it was his turn to smirk. “No foul play.”

     I nod. “First to bleed.”

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     He circled me, like a vulture awaiting to take on its prey. We didn’t lose eye contact and his warm brown gaze captured me in the most enamoring ways. Maybe it was because he was the only friend I had…maybe it was more.

     I’d like to think it was simply the first.

     He took a step and I took one back, sweat dripping down my forehead, tickling my skin downwards towards the hollow of my neck, dripping lower into my sports-bra. That little bead of sweat was enough to distract him momentarily as he eyed my breasts lustfully.  

     It was all I’d needed.

     First to bleed.

     Maxwell lunged at me, arms outstretched as if ready to drop me to the ground but I’d moved too swiftly, like a tiger, pouncing to the other side of him. It was a game, an almost playful dance. But it was just training.

     I bent over, swinging my right leg up, hitting him on his lower back. It put him on the ground, breathless. Any moment, Maxwell could easily get on his feet. This only meant that I needed to take quicker action. With my reflexes, I ran up, jumping on his back, putting enough force that it knocked him off his feet.

     My arm went around his neck, practically choking him. “You’re bleeding, Maxwell. What do you say?”

     I could almost see the smirk on his face. “You’re almost better than me, Callista.” He choked, “I forfeit.”

     I smirked, my arm leaving his neck. “I knew you would.”

     Maxwell elbowed me in the stomach, letting a lose grunt slip from my lips. It was enough to catch me off guard. In less than a second, I was on my back, lips pursed and eyes narrowed at Maxwell.

     I noticed his eyes were narrowed on my body.

     “You shouldn’t be thinking such rude things, Maxwell.” I smirked, evilly.

     “Shouldn’t be so fucking tempting then, Cal.” He let out a manly groan as I used a leg to press his bottom half to me, the other I put around his waist. His hardness was growing more and more prominent against me.

     It felt amazing as I ground myself into him. He leaned down, crushing his lips into mine with so much passion that it frightened me. The strength I had left was used to spin him on his back.

     I needed control over him and he allowed me to have it. He squeezed my ass making me moan in his mouth. Our hands had a mind of their own as we started ripping each other’s clothes off.

     It was safe to say what we did the next hour and a half was enough to keep my mind off the future I would face. For now, that was the only peace I needed.