Broken Bodies (Celaena-endovier)

Chapter 1

Celaena slipped through the shadows and behind the man. He couldn't hear her over the young girl begging him to stop. Celaena would enjoy this death. Quick and easy not that he deserved it after what he had been doing to that child.
She was right behind him when the girl noticed her and stop squirming. The men started to turn as Celaena flicked her wrist blade sliding out.
"Who th-" Celaena slit his throat. Another of Rouke Farran "associate" removed from this earth. Celaena dipped her fingers in the man's blood before raising her hand to his forehead and drawing an eye. Celaena looked with cold dark eyes as she saw the girl was still there. "Run on home now."
"Th-thank you," the girl muttered as she ran away.
Celaena was surprised the girl hadn't left as soon as the man was dead. She felt a pang in her chest as she realized just how young the girl had been. She couldn't have been more than 12 years old Celaena thought to herself. Her thoughts quickly shifted as she recognized a man walking down the alleyway towards her.
"Here to try and stop me,"
"I wouldn't dream of it," he replied smoothly.
"If there was one person I thought I would miss leaving the guild, it sure as hell wasn't you, Wesley,"
"I need to talk to you,"
"Then say it before I get bored and kick your ass for fun of it,"
"He did it,"

"Who?"
"You know who. You've always known who." he said.
She pulled a dagger from her suit, "You know damn well I won't take that as an answer,"
He stopped but did not turn around, "Go home, read a book maybe some poetry. Move on with your life. Killing any random scum underlings you manage to track down isn't accomplishing anything. It isn't going to accomplish anything. You're out of the guild. You don't want to bring yourself back into this, Celaena."
"You know what I want Wesley. I want revenge, I want blood to be shed. I want everyone to pay for what they did to him—what they did to  his body."
His eyes seemed to soften at the mention of what happened. "Go home."
"Maybe after I have some fun,"
"Their blood won't make up for his,"
"Of course not, this filth," she said as she kicked the body, "isn't worth one drop of his blood, all the blood in the world isn't one drop, but it sure as hell will be a start."
"Celaena, I won't say this again go home." The look in his eyes made Celaena step back, turn and start to walk home. As she walked away he called, "Sam wouldn't have wanted this for you."

Celaena whipped around, "You don't get to say his name," her voice broke at the end. She turned and continued to walk away from Wesley.

"You weren't the only person that loved him." His sentence trailing off to a whisper at the end.

Celaena thought about what Wesley had said the rest of the way back home. Why would he go out of his way to find her and tell her to back off. His last statement wasn't a lie, he had loved Sam, but Wesley had barely tolerated Celaena even on a good day. Why would he care what she did now that Sam was gone.

As she climbed the stairs to her apartment the exhaustion hit Celaena in a wave. Silently she slipped out of her clothes and into one of Sam's old shirts and crawled into bed. She fell asleep breathing in the soft scent of the man she had loved.