Nothing But Trouble

Chapter 11: James Bond Would Be Jealous

Aaron's P.O.V:

The gun fired.

The guys gasped.

I however, caught the man by surprise as he fired the gun by pushing it away and leaning back.

I threw the gun on the floor and punched the man in his already broken nose.

He stumbled back and pulled out a pocket knife from his other pocket.

I rolled my eyes.

I could easily take the gun from the floor, or the one in my bag and shoot him.

But I wasn't like that.

When they took me, I was forced to take vows.

But I made myself my own vow.

I vowed to always get the job done, but never end a life.

I have paralyzed, crippled and done other things to targets, but I never killed them.

And they were just waiting on the day I'd finally do that.

But I wouldn't.

"Come on bitch", he growled.

When I stood there looking bored, he lunged for me with the knife.

I blocked the blow but he ended up slamming me into a wall.

There was a pipe above us hanging with a dull lightbulb.

He backed up and held the knife out, and went to stab me.

I quickly reacted and pulled myself up on the pipe as he smashed into the wall.

I swung back and kicked him hard in the back, hearing a satisfying crack.

No doubt he has broken ribs.

Which is another advantage.

As he howled in pain, I took the chance to grab his arms and pin then behind his back.

"If you ever come near us again, I'll slit your throat", I threatened.

Of course, I'd never do that, but threatening to punch him wasn't exactly effective.

"Who are you?", he asked through gritted teeth.

"That's none of your concern. But I will tell you who you are", I replied.

He was silent.

"You're my bitch", I smirked and slammed him against the wall again, surely knocking him out.

I swear, James Bond would be jealous right now.

Then I sighed to myself as he fell to the ground against the wall.

I walked over to the guys who were staring at me with starstruck expressions.

They had already sobered up during the fight.

"We need to go", I said, but it was more of an order.

They stood in their spots, probably too shocked to move.

"How...you-you...what?", Jaime stuttered.

"I'll explain later, let's go back to your bus", I replied.

They nodded in unison and we all went around and to the front where their van was parked.

We piled in and I drove, since I had no alcohol in my system.

Once we were on the bus, they all began talking at once.

"How the hell did you do that?".

"That was hot".

"Where did you learn that?".

"I don't understand".

I rolled my eyes and sat down across from them.

They were all piled on the couch in front of me.

"Look, I just took some self defense classes. That's all", I lied smoothly.

"Dude, I didn't see one karate chop in the whole fight", Jaime deadpanned.

I refrained from face palming.

"I didn't say I knew karate", I replied.

"That was more than just what a self defense class could teach", Vic said.

"I had good classes", I shrugged.

"Where did you really learn how to do that?", Mike asked.

"I told you. Self Defense classes", I replied, getting annoyed.

"Fine", Vic said, letting it go, although he still looked suspicious.

"Now can I use your shower? I have blood on me", I sighed.

They nodded and I went to my bunk to get a change of clothes.

As I zipped up my bag I heard them talking in hushed voices.

"Well then what do you think?", Mike asked.

"Maybe she's a spy", Jaime replied. I heard a smacking sound and a yelp from Jaime.

"She's not a spy", Mike said.

I could imagine him rolling his eyes.

"She could be an agent", Jaime said, exitedly.

I froze in my spot.

"Seriously? Jaime, this isn't a James Bond movie", Mike said, annoyed.

I sighed quietly in relief.

"Maybe she used to be a fighter or something", Vic suggested.

"Maybe. I'm pooped though. I'm gonna sleep", Mike said.

I took that as my cue to leave and rushed into the bathroom.

I turned on the water to its coldest setting and stripped down.

I was taught that hot water relaxes muscles, therefore relaxing your brain.

And when you're relaxed, you're not aware.

So cold showers for me.

I used my own soap and scrubbed the little bit of blood from my hands.

Then I proceeded to wash myself and sighed to myself.

That was a pretty close call.

I HAVE NO LIFE
BUT I DO HAVE TWINKIES

Kellic is real