Secret Killer (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 16 Fancy seeing you again

We had a van, a few weapons, and a couple sets of clothes. I was drinking a Pepsi while figuring out the details of our plan. It was much easier to plan things out with Hunter driving next to me. The agency wasn't stupid. They would track us. They would track our credit card, from where we bought the van, to every gas station we stopped at. Of course I stayed in the car, because Hunter was not a fugitive. While my face was plastered on every channel. But anyway, back to our plan. We knew the agency was tracing us. Which meant it was only a matter of time before they would have their own plan. Or think we had made a mistake, catch up with us, and think they would be able to kill us. But no, because that was our plan. We would stay at a motel for the night, rig the motel room with explosives, and fake our own deaths. Thus changing our names, and living happily in Europe for a few years before returning to the states after everything had died down.

Of course we had it planned out to the very detail. We were trained killers for a reason. I hadn't saved my grandparents ashes for any old reason. Sorry if that's disturbing, but the plan was the explosion would cause a fire, There for burning us to death. Leaving just ashes. So we would plant the ashes of my grandparents to represent us. My grandparents led their own gang, they always wanted me to do something productive with their ashes. This seems very productive. We had been driving for six days straight, taking turns between sleeping and driving. On the sixth night we stopped at the motel. We rigged the motel room, and spread my grandparents ashes. I carved a H into the wall. We left the car parked out front, before leaving out the back window. They would come, set off the explosives, and most likely end the organization forever. Ash of course would be coming to kill me no doubt with the top trained assassins. This meant after they all died there would be no one to run the organization, or they would be so vulnerable another organization would take them out. Forever eliminating my problems.

We stayed in the woods surrounding the motel, waiting for the police sirens. Soon enough they came. I watched from the shadows as Ash stepped out of the car in a white suit, as well as other assassins. They knocked on the motel room door. Then tried turning the handle which was conveniently left unlocked. The turn of the handle triggered the bombs, and the whole motel burst up in flames. As well as Ash and the other assassins. Hunter and I burst into a sprint away from the hotel. The cops would check the ashes, and identify some of them as human remains, seeming as though we were dead. It was almost over, now me and Hunter could have lived happily in Europe. But we went back to California.

~A few years have passed~

Hunter now went by Rick, and well I changed my name also. After five years in Europe we decided to move back to California. With Hunter's connections we knew the organization had fallen after Ash was killed, so no one was looking for us anymore. We were finally off scoff free. Hunter and I were seeing people, but still remained friends. We have finally become organized in our own houses conveniently placed across the street from each other.  We were completely out of the assassin business, and worked as bouncers for some local clubs. Everything was normal, until that dreaded day. Because what they say is true. The past will always come back to haunt you, and today was the day my past decided to show up.

There he was standing in front of me, with that dead look in his eyes. The last time I saw him I killed his father, and no doubt he was now in charge of the gang. He studied me, and I did the same. His muscles were less defined, he had a few days of stubble shadowing his face, and his eyes were emotionless. Dylan Miller. Once upon a time he was my best friend, and now he was... Well he was this."Fancy seeing you again." I got no reply. We stood in an awkward silence, and I took in more of his scruffy appearance. His eyes were bloodshot, he shirt wrinkled, and his hair disheveled, and no not his usual disheveled. His father's death must of hit him harder than I thought. Or at least that's why I thought he was like this, but I was wrong. Though I didn't know this until after he had grabbed my hand and dragged me to the parking lot in search of his car. After opening the door to his car, and shutting it after me he got in the drivers seat. He looked at me for another minute before finally speaking.

"Seeing you again was like a slap in the face. How many times are you going to fake your death? I thought you were actually dead this time. I thought I had lost you. I-I thought I'd never have the chance to apologize."

"Well here I am. Sorry I didn't inform you about my fake death just so you could send your gang after me. I assume you are in charge of the gang after I killed your father?"

"I shut the gang down. Didn't want a part of it, not after I thought I had lost you again."

"What is up with you and losing me? I was never yours! You never wanted me until I was suddenly out of your reach! You never wanted me until all of a sudden I wasn't there to fan over you every second of the day! You didn't want me until I had a life that didn't involve you, you selfish bastard!"

" I didn't understand how much you meant to me until you weren't there anymore."

"Bullshit! You knew how much you meant to me. You told me I didn't mean anything to you!"

"I love you."

"Don't say things you don't mean."

"I mean it. I love you."

"Stop shitting me, and go back to one of your whores."

"I LOVE YOU DAMMIT! AND I ALWAYS HAVE! WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?"

"Because the last time I believed you, you broke my heart. "

With that I left. Out of the car, out of the parking lot. Away from the mall, and I didn't stop driving until I was on a beach.