Secret Killer (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 15 I'm on the news

I woke up to the voice of the flight attendant. We were about to land. That's when the realization really hit me. I was in Europe by myself, and Hunter was in California. Probably celebrating my absence. I held back tears as I got off the plane with my carry on in tow. Hunter was the only one left of my family. My actual family was probably dead by now. Punishment for my escape. Not that Hunter is my family anymore. I probably wasn't family to him anyway. I'm sure he's enjoying my absence almost as much as I crave his presence. 

As I get out of the airport I exchange my 3,000 U.S. dollars for just over 2,000 pounds. That should be enough for an apartment, and some food. I just need a way to get more money after that. Walking out of the airport I run into someone. 

"Oh my dear girl, did you think we'd let you get away that easy," his voice drips revenge, and all I can think about is what they might do to Hunter.

"Well 'boss'  if you thought I didn't prepare for this you're wrong," I say, and for just a second he looks disoriented. Which gave me just enough time to slit his throat. He falls backwards, and it doesn't take long for a pool of his own blood to circle around him. I flip him over, and on the base of his neck I carve an H. Just so they know who's coming for them. I then take his radio, and run. The airport police on my tail as I bolt. I laugh. Great now I'm going to be wanted. So much for an apartment. I sprint until I lose the cops, and go into a small makeup store. I buy hair dye along with many other products for my disguise. I walk slowly down the street, and I have no idea where to go.

  The only thing I can think about is how much I've screwed up. First I left the agency which was good at first, but now they're after me and Hunter. Hunter could die because of me. Then it really hits me. I'll probably never see Hunter again. He probably hates me.

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I can't believe she left, and she only left me a note. I can't believe she thinks that she was screwing everything up. We could have fought them together, but now she's gone. I have no idea where she would be in Europe, and she could be dead. I don't know if I could handle it, seeing her dead body. Why would she think she was a bother to me. What did I do to make her believe that? She means so much to me, and now she's gone. I have to find her, and help her fight them. She may be a trained assassin, but there's no way she can fight all of them. He'll have every assassin after her, and then they'll come after me. I won't let her fight them alone. If she thought she could get rid of me this easily, she had no idea.

In two hours I'm getting on the plan to Europe. After hacking the airport database I found out which flight she took, and where she landed. Then I got there, and the whole airport was in chaos. I saw a large crowd of people, and went towards them. I pushed through to the front, and after a few elbows to the ribs as well as one to the eye I finally got to the front. There I saw my old boss surrounded in a pool of his own blood, and on the base of his neck there was an H. It was obvious that he came after her, and she killed him. He had obviously came after her alone underestimating her, and she had killed him. The H on his neck was a warning mark to the force. It was almost a taunt. It was like she was saying "I just killed your leader, now what are you gonna do?" I turned around to get out of the crowd, and started laughing. She had killed him, and marked him as her kill. 

So now she was wanted in Europe, so where did she go? Where could she go? She would go to a makeup shop to get supplies for a disguise, and maybe stay at the motel for the night? Her being wanted won't be completely broadcasted until the 6 a.m. news if she was lucky, and the 11 p.m. news if she wasn't. So I found the closest beauty product shop, tracking where she would have gone. Then I tried to find the closest low key motel. About three blocks later the dingy motel was in front of me. I walked up to the booth, and held up her picture. 

"Has this girl ordered a room here?" The scruffy man looked up at me from his newspaper, and under the flickering light it was hard to read his facial expression. After a few moments of beard stroking he grunts, and nods.

"Room 103 just for the night," he says. His voice deep and scratchy like he doesn't talk much. I nod, and leave in search of the room.

I knock more nervous than I should be. It's only been a few hours, and I feel like I'm trying to impress her again. Just like I tried to impress her every day at the complex. She opens the door a crack, and I notice her eye squints before she opens the door fully, and yanks me through the door. She slams it shut, and lets out a long sigh. She has both her hands on her head as she paces around the dark room. I take this time to look around. There are think flower printed curtains drawn shut on the one window. There are water stains on the walls, and one uncovered light bulb hanging from the ceiling. I try to flick the switch to turn it on, but it only flickers before shutting off again.

"Why are you here, why don't you hate me, and why would you follow me. I'm a fugitive!" She says, her rant interrupting my thoughts abruptly.

"This isn't the first time I've been a fugitive princess," I say, and right on cue my smirk starts to grow.

Then I really take in her appearance. Her dark long hair was now a pale blonde, her face was caked with makeup, and her eyes which used to be a mix of colors was now an obvious blue. She was wearing a tight black shirt, military style cutoffs, red lipstick, fake nails, a brown leather jacket, and black combat boots. With my trained eye I noticed where she had hid weapons in her clothes, by the barely noticeable differences in the length or shape of her jacket, boots, and shirt. 

"Why are you here Hunter?" And even though her eyes are blue now I can see the confusion swirling in them.

"Why did you think I didn't need you?" Just for a second we stand there completely silent, before she steps towards me, and kisses me. This kiss was different, then the condition kiss. This one is fierce and powerful everything our first kiss wasn't. All the nervousness was gone as I grabbed her waist, and pulled her toward me. I pressed her against the door, and she smirked against my lips before pulling away.

"We have to leave, I'm on the news."