His World

Chapter 9

Asher

I couldn't breath. In literal and metaphorical terms. Boss had sent me training in the depths of the damn sea for whatever reason. At 14 no ordinary kid would be diving in the depths of the ocean in late January while everyone else is sipping their stupid hot cocoas. Noooo I was "special," yeah fucking right! He had told me it would strengthen my endurance and mental ability. Don't ask me how.

Feeling as if I'm about to pass out I rush to the top surface and am out of breath. I start coughing.

"ASHER! You had 20 seconds left!" The stupid old guy said. His eyes are full of fury and annoyance and his whitening beard is dirty with who knows what. I can't help but scowl at his disgusting appearance. He is looking down at me from Boss's large white boat drinking some classy champagne.

"Yeah?! Well this is pathetic and a waste of time!" I say looking up and yelling at him while splashing in the freezing water. This wet suit does no justice. Suddenly the other kid probably around 16 or 17 , I don't know, comes up to the surface as well. He gasps for air.

The white beard guy looks down at the other timer and mumbles, "46 seconds left." He then grabs something from behind his back and before I realize it's a pistol he shoots the blonde haired boy ending his existence. I stare at the boy as his blue eyes are wide open showing his last moment of fear. Blood starts to ooze around in the water. I just stare at him for who knows how long with my mouth slightly open. This was my first encounter with murder.

"YOU SEE! We do not accept weak beings! You need to be strong, intelligent, and have the endurance to withstand anything!" He throws down a rope ladder from the large fancy boat, "let's go! And next time I am questioned by you, that bullet will be lodged deep within that puny brain of yours."

Once on the boat, we move away to a new spot to train. I watch as the young kid's body floats there. Drifting away along with my humanity.

I need to fucking stop. But I can't. She is slowly breaking the chains that are controlling me, that has made me be who I am today. From doing so much research and "stalking" I guess you can say, it feels as if I have known her for an eternity. Boss is not going to be fucking pleased if he finds I am associating with the target in such a manner. With my arms wrapped around her petite curvy body. Me inhaling her sweet scent. And me feeling things never felt before. Oh no, yup, he is evidently going to lose his shit.

I need to focus and go back to the plan.

I don't want to move. I don't want to let her go. But I have to. I remove her from my hold once I know she is fast asleep and sit on the edge of the bed. I exhale and comb my fingers through my hair. I look over my shoulder and see her hair covering half of her innocent face-concealing her. I reach and move it over her shoulder. She lets out a breath and I think she may have woken up, but no, she is still fast asleep. I quickly whip my head ahead to stop myself from selfishly staring at the artwork in the bed.

As I hang my head down, I hear a ringing buzz sound come from the bedside table. I quickly grab it hoping the sound doesn't wake Laylie. I look at the screen and it reads "B" meaning its Boss.

I get up and walk to the bathroom. I then swipe to answer.

Before I can answer he speaks first, "so my boy, how are things" I can already see that knowingly smug look on his face.

"Fine," I say with absolutely no emotion. Just as usual.

"Huh, well kid, I'm sure it is going fine, Am I right?" I whip my head around and quietly walk back into the room. Is he fucking watching us? Did this shithead install damn fucking cameras or some shit? After quickly looking around, I see nothing.