A Silent Killer

Chapter Three: Forming and Breaking Cover

Too many names, too many lies, too little time .... Too high body count.

The boy waited just outside the doorway holding the door open to allow myself and James through. Fog blanketed the nights ground preventing any light to guide our way upon the aged paths.

"This way." He said again, turning left onto the clouded street.

"NO." I said stopping in the archway of my old home.

"No?" He questioned.

"You heard me. Not until you tell me who you are and why you are helping us." I stared at him.

His hair was between a black and brown. His face was pale which sharpened the blueness of his penetrating gaze.

"Alright. I am the person who has just saved your backsides and knows what those inhumane girls are like and how harshly they treat prisoners." He said walking towards me.

"Prisoners?" I asked.

"That is what you were right?"

"Now, when I am usually in these situations I would lie. But, you're not going to shot me so... No we are not prisoners. We work here." I stated.

"Okay one: How comes they were turning on you both and your boyfriend here has been shot? And two: How do you know I am not going to shoot you?" He asked slightly amused.

"One: None of your business also he is not my boyfriend. Two: because you've tried before and you didn't have the gut to shoot a girl." I said.

"Whatever. Wait a sec; that was you? In that building?"

"Yep." I said matter-a-factually.

"Seriously?" He half laughed.

"What's so funny?" I said gently setting James upon the curb.

"Nothing, it's just you seemed so certain of your job and now you have been kicked out of it. Kind of ironic." He chuckled, sliding his hands into his faded jeans pockets.

Before he could say another word I grabbed James' gun from his side and aimed.

"Hands where I can see them." I growled.

"Whoa. Easy now." He said slightly amused but with caution.

"Hands up, NOW!"I commanded.

He did as I said. I stormed towards him, gun still aimed.

"Weapons, hand them over."

"What?" He asked bemused.

"Give me your weapons!" I almost shouted.

"No." He responded simply.

"Dude, c'mon just give her your weapons then we can all get out of this fog and away from the assassin filled house." James said, wirily from behind me.

"Fine, but I want them back."

"You will, when I know you are not a threat." I told him holding out my hand and taking his gun from his grip and sliding it into the back of my trousers.

"Wait a sec." I said, taking the gun from my back and looking at it. It was black and perfectly shaped and familiar. I pulled back the loading bar and saw two letters carved into the plastic: Z.A.

"It was you!" I yelled at the boy, "You stole my gun!"

"I don't know what you are talking about." He said, shrugging his soldiers.

"You don't do you? Well let me refresh your memory!" I aimed my gun to his chest and pulled the trigger. Click-I tried again-Click.

"Do you really think I am that stupid to give you-a crazy assassin-a loaded gun?" He said pulling out my ammo from his jackets pocket.

"You coward! Afraid to die at the hands of a girl are you?! You're a coward! Dam you!" I yelled in his face, probably spitting at the same time.

"Angel-" I heard an almost whisper call. I turned and saw James falling to the pavement.

"James!" I run to his side and pulled him upright. His clothes were soaked in blood which stained both the pavement and me. I tried to apply pressure to the wound to stop the blood flow but it was futile.

"Angel- I don't think we'll make it to the hospital" He gasped.

"We will James, don't you worry, we will." I said as I watched my colleague fade away before my eyes. No, he was more than a colleague; he was a friend, my best friend who has been there for me since day one. And I was watching him die.

"What's' this?" He asked, raising a shaking hand to my face and wiping away a ball of liquid, "You're crying Angel." He laughed lightly, but stopped with a wince of pain.

"No, I'm not. It's just dusty on this stupid pathway. They should sweep it more often." I sniffed.

"Angel- You're crying." He said again, smiling lightly, his eyes dropping.

"Don't you dare leave me James Wittley. Don't you dare." I cried feeling the liquid running down my icy face again.

"You'll be okay Angel." He sighed, closing his eyes lightly.

"James please. Don't." I sniffed, placing my forehead on his, so he could hear me.

"Pomegranate." He whispered.

"W-What?" I asked lifting my head, unsure if I heard him correctly.

"Pomegranate" He whispered again through his final breath in which he let out with a relaxed sigh.

"James." I cried, hoping he would just wake up. Why wasn't he waking up?!

I let the salty, cold balls of liquid fall down my face and land on the lifeless body of my best friend; James.