War of tears and death

Chapter 4: Another flower... hopefully

Chapter 4: Another flower... hopefully

All they say in a cold, serious voice is 8-92 maralyn drive 58953, John Parker, 11 pm, and tomorrow. 58953 is all that goes through my head and suddenly realize that it's my zip code too. Should I take the risk of my neighborhood knowing what I did. Well I would rather be humiliated and in jail than have what's left of my family killed.

I'm speed walking to the basement where all of the garbage is. Man does it smell sown here I say to myself. I make a right then a left two times and I'm in front of a brick wall. I count 3 spaces down and 7 spaces right. I take out the brick and the key is there as always. I walk back to a steel door all high and mighty. I can almost hear the door whispering to me that is was time to kill. I open the door and there is a small four sided room full of weapons. I skim through the shelves and grab 2 knifes 1 pocket gun, and a rope. I barley use the gun mostly because it makes too much noise. I usually kill by strangling the person using rope or my hands.

I pace quickly to my apartment having a sense that someone was following me. I slowly creek my door open being quit as a mouse and slip in. I grab a small bag and put my vile items in there. At that point I start sweating fearing myself about what I'm about to do. I look at my watch and see its 10:30 and know I have 5 minutes of relaxation. I breathe heavily as I stare at the clock imagining which rose I should pick. Maybe I’ll choose a light pink one with a yellow outline to represent the kindness and fear in the persons eyes. I have 3 minutes left and see that I'm still in my pajamas. I run to my closet and put my sleek black suit. Again I feel like a ninja made to kill. I start walking out of my apartment onto the dark sidewalk.

I'm all alone walking up the road hoping that it isn't home. I feel the swelling of my eyes starting to tear up thinking about how the man's family might feel. I take a deep breath and tell myself it will soon be over.

I'm standing in front of its house and watch as the house glistens over the full moon. I tie a rock to the rope and swing it up an open window. As I climb up I realize he lives alone and his house us quite small. I look in the window and hear his sweet tired snore that sounds so lonely. I glide into the shadows acting as one myself. I see his face which has a nice, glowing, somehow attractive face that I can't get over. Now I don't want to kill him for he compels me even in his sleep. I see a crystal clear tear fall on his hairless cheek and rolls down to the bed. I reach for the rope but resist, instead I wake up the fair looking man and is startled by my presence. I tell him "I was sent to kill you but I really don't want to." I pause and drop another tear and say "Come with me if you want to live."

He stares at me fumbling with the right words to say. All he says in a cold tired voice "Ok." As he stood he was no longer a man he was a tall figure in front of me. I am 6.3 which is pretty tall and he is taller than I. So this is what it feels like to be small. We walk down the stairs one behind the other not saying a word. We escape into the night and slowly walk to my apartment. I felt all awkward inside debating if I should break the silence. I so wanted to be with him but I knew I couldn't because that would be my first weakness and weakness doesn't fit in my life. I turn to him and see his face emotionless wondering if he's scared or not.

"Aren't you scared?" I say accidentally loud.

He replies in a deep yet compassionate voice "Are you going to hurt-" He stops regretting what he said.

"Why would I I'm trying to save you. I guess I haven't fully introduced myself yet. My name is Hannah Carter and I'm forced to kill random people I don't know. I work for T.U.A.O, the undercover assassination organization." In my head I wonder is it safe to give this information. "I don't want to kill anyone but that's the only way I could keep my family safe. They threatened me saying that if I don't work for them they'll kill my family" A tear starts to slowly glide down my cheek as I turn away in embarrassment and shame.

"It's ok. I know how important family is, a gang killed my patents when I was little and felt like something was missing in my life ever since." I can tell in his eyes that he has had so many sleepless nights thinking.

We head up the stairs as I see sweat drip down his face and see his hand shaky. Already I can tell he thinks I'm going to kill him.

"You really think I'm going to hurt you right."

"Well, you have a big bag and you telling me you were gonna kill me before. So yes."

"That's true, but if you really get to know me I'm not as bad as you think I am."

I had just realized how long it was to my apartment. I quickened my pace motioning him to move faster so we can be out of sight quicker. We finally reach the door and I see him trying to slowly walk away.

"If you like being alive then you better stick with me." I say stiff and sudden. I see him freeze thinking who to believe me or his conscious.

"Ok. But if you hurt me I will call the authorities." He stated in a high noble voice, as if he is superior to me.