Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 93 - Set of skeleton keys, sniper rifle, and him

Hello! ☀️❤
I'm really proud of this chapter. And yeah, I couldn't let Evan do his job alone, could I? I hope you're gonna love this chapter as much as I loved writing it. Enjoy ^.^
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(Delirious POV)
Quickly, with no way back, I put one hand on his mouth, my second grabbed his hands, while I dragged him backwards to the dark alleyway. He tried to defend himself, his gun dropped on the ground.

"Shhhhh," I whispered quickly, feeling his body relaxing, only to tense up again.

I waited a few more seconds, before I let him go, stepping away from him. I walked passed by him, picking up his gun.

Really? This is the most ridiculous type he could get.

I felt Evan's eyes on me, and I looked up to him. He was standing there, looking all frozen. His brown eyes wide open, full of confusion and fear.

"This is... yet another... dream?" He asked so silently, that it was really miracle I caught everything.

I recalled that night when I had visited him. The moment he cut himself, the moment I bandaged him, the moment I felt so close to him.

"You want it to be a dream?" I replied, hoping he would speak more.

I loved hearing his voice. He had a skill to caught everybody into an interest, and I was the stupid one that I got caught into the web, like a blind fly.

"No. Can I... C-can I touch you?" He asked uncertain, and I didn't answer.

He did a few steps towards me and put a few fingers on my cheek, slowly drifting down. That touch sent so many emotions through my body.

"You're real," he whispered, and stepped away from me.

"W-what are you doing here? How did you know that I'm here?" He asked, hugging himself from the cold wind which started to blow.

"I'm here to save you. You can't just barged into that house. You see up there?" I turned myself, pointing on the cameras installed on the wall around the house.

He stood next to me, looking at what I was talking about. This gave me the perfect opportunity watch his features closer. He looked a bit skinnier then I remembered him, but his eyes determined, filled with passion.

"There wasn't any... any information about this house," he mumbled frustrated.

"Information?" I asked.

"Yeah... in the papers I read from Mark. Funny thing is that it has the same FBI sign as the ones I read over your place about Ryan," he said, his lips curling into a warm smile. 

"You read the papers at my house?" I asked, feeling offended.

"I-I... I didn't mean to. It... just... they were lying there. S-sorry about that."

I really adored his personality to do things. He may have been terrified of some things but the fact that he find the courage to do them was filling my heart with pride. I found out that he was also very noisy and observant with strong will to survive.

"So what's your plan here?" I asked, hiding my interest in him into my emotionless voice.

"Why are you helping me? Why did you show up here? How did you know-"