One Shot, One Kill.

Chapter One: How We Met

I taste blood in my mouth, fire in my lungs, and I have no idea where I am. All I know is I need to get out of here.

The ground below me moves faster and faster, my vision blurs and the pain in my head grows stronger. I stop by a tree, and lean my back against it. Every inch of the forest looks like a maze.

"Hey, pretty lady," I feel a knife jet into my hip, and I let out a yelp. The red bandana a shade lighter than my blood covering my assailants face. I grip the knife to pull it out, but the man throws me to the ground and it gets shoved in further. I scream in agony while I turn over, looking at the dirt below me. I close my eyes, and taste dirt as I bite down to ignore the pain. I try to pull it out, but the pain overwhelms me and I let it go with a gasp. Leaning my weight on my elbow, I look up at the man who looks down at me as if he kind of felt bad for me. Just now noticing his tattoo on his face, his criminal face. My mouth drops, and my throat stops my scream when an arrow hits him smack dead in the middle of his forehead. "Damn, well, would you look at that!" I hear another masculine voice, but no matter how I move it hurts immensely. "Ouch," his blue eyes stand out as he looks down at me and takes off his own black mask revealing the rest of his face, "need a hand?"

I look him up and down then try to get myself up as swiftly as I can, but my attempt fails as I fall back on my hand. The guy laughs at my groan of pain, and crosses his arms. Then finally reaches his hand out. I go to give him my hand, and I grunt as he pulls me up to him. "He got you good." His voice trails out as the forest goes black, and I go to fall. Again.

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My eyes flutter open, and I observe the area around me. Hideous walls, concrete ground. Where the hell am I? What happened to me? Last thing I remember. Last thing I remember is a man, a boy, some guy. "Hey, look who's up." The guy says, and cleans the blood off of a knife. I was stabbed. I quickly lift the blanket off of my body, and see my shirt all bloody with a hole revealing my wounds all bandaged up. I look over at him. "Who are you?" I said, and went to sit up. He runs to me, and kneels as he pushes me back down gently with one hand on my chest, and one firmly on my back. I punch him in the nose, and his hand flies to the injury. "Ow! What the hell!" His brows furl in pain, and I shake my hand pressing my lips together irritated.

"I asked you what your name is, not give you permission to touch me." I growl, studying the ceiling trying to get my mind off of the pain.

"You don't need to know. Nor will I tell somebody who decides to punch the person who helps them." I glare at him as he checks out his handy work. Then crinkles his nose to make sure it's not broken or something.

"Sorry, but tell me who you are. I need to know. Are you with them?"

He picks up the knife as he gets up, walks to the old wood table and sets the knife down. "I'm not the bad guy. My name is Damien, okay? May I know yours?"

I watch him as he just stares at the knife then runs his fingers through his brown hair before turning to me. His aura screams danger, and I wasn't sure what to make of him just yet. He did help me. Damien looks at me with annoyance obviously impatiently waiting for my answer. "It's May," I pause as his ocean eyes meet my hazel ones, "how'd you learn to shoot like that?" I question him.

"Why do you ask so many questions?" Damien walks over to my bed and sits by my feet studying me.

"I only asked two questions."

"How'd you end up in that mess?" He asks ignoring my question, and statement.

"I asked you first." I glare at him, and he just bites his lip in frustration.

"I liked it better when you were sleeping, you know?" He walks out of the room. The room only had a wooden table that was rotted, and the mattress I was laying on that was on the floor. I roll to my side, and hold my breath as I get up slowly. My bare feet touch the cold concrete surface and I glance at the table. I lift myself off the mattress and to my feet and silence my whimper by biting my tongue. A knife, a rag, some medical tape and book. I grab the knife. He really trusted me with a knife. Idiot.

As I peek my head out I hear humming down the hall, and Damien pops out from around the corner. I force my head back in the room, but something about him made me take another peak. He was attractive, and looked too young to be a highly trained killer. Doesn't matter anyhow though, i'm going to kill him, and run. Can't take any risks. I bite my lip and go to peek out into the hall once more, but I end up face to face with Damien. "Um, you know the whole being on bed rest thing means you must 1) be in bed and 2) be resting." He pushes me back into the room lightly. He bites his lip, and his lip piercing shifts over. I turn to face the mattress and Damien grabs my arm. I turn and face him quickly without making a sound even though my side hurt intensely. He looks at me with a cold glare, and then down to my hand where his fingers brush against mine as he slips the knife out of my grasp.

"You don't need a knife around me. Not yet, anyways, I would never push someone who's already down."

My mouth opens slightly to say something but his finger is placed on them, "don't make me change my mind."

I slowly sit back on the bed trying to escape the pain although it doesn't help much at all. "You never told me exactly how you got in this mess." He questions yet again. I bite my lip as I situate myself on the bed. "You don't need to know." I throw back at him.

"Ah, but I saved you. So, you kind of owe me." I roll my eyes at him.

"I did tell you my name though. So, we're even."

"Come on, I'm genuinely curious." He faces me.

"Fine," I sighed, " when I was a kid, this man in the same bandanna that attacked me," I breathe in and look at the ceiling. "He, or people who belong to him, killed my parents."

I pause before I continue, remembering that night. "It was like he knew I'd be a curious kid, and wander into mommy and daddy's room," tears filled my eyes, but I was angry and I quickly wiped them away. "He, uh, slit their throats and their blood it just went everywhere. All over me, and my stuffed bear. I hid in the nearest closet by the bathroom, but he knew I was there. It was personal." I looked over at Damien, and he sat there completely shocked.

"They didn't want to kill me. I think they wanted me to suffer." I bite my lip, and wipe my eyes again. "So, I'm going to kill off every single one of his sidekicks and when I find him? I'll make him suffer like I did, and do everyday. Now, what about you?"

"Wow," Damien pauses then claps. "I just like killing people. Quite an epic story there though. Almost teared up. However I have another question, then I'll leave you alone."

I look away from him, and his attractiveness lessened. The blue in his eyes dulled. I got up, and the pain didn't seem that bad in the moment. "What?"

"How will you know it's him?"

"He had a massive tribal tattoo covering his whole neck, and it seemed like up to the side of his face. I see that i'll know who to kill last. The only problem is there's multiple of them." After I answer I go to leave.

As I walk out of the room, "May!" He calls out to me, but I keep walking to the end of the hall. "May!" I turn around to face him, and he holds out the knife. "Maybe I can help. I know the man who sells these. It's illegal so he's easy to persuade. I can get us a lot more weapons."

I take the knife, "on my terms then."

Turning around I finish walking out of the abandoned building with him hot on my trail.

And that's how we got here.