My lover, my assassin

Chapter 1

I covered my head with my arms as the glass slammed into them and shattered. I winced as the glass cut into my forearm but I didn't lower them as I peaked around to look at my mother. She was dressed in a nice skirt and blouse, her short hair styled neatly but her eyes were crazed as she picked up a nearby plate and threw it towards where I sat on the ground.

"You worthless, ungrateful little brat! How dare you defy me!"

She marched over and ripped out the hair ties allowing my long blue locks to tumble down my back. Instantly she was calmed as she ran her fingers through it. I sat still as she played with it, pulling the shards of glass out of my arm and ignoring the blood dripping down it. I didn't want to move and start her on a other rant so I grabbed the nearby tea towel and wrapped up the injury untill I could get away and see to it properly.

"I wish you would just listen to me, I know what is best. I will win big soon and we will live like queens. I will dress you in the finest silks like the precious doll that you are."

"Yes mother."

I agreed, I couldn't waste any more time if she flew into a rage again, I had to get down to the grocery store before it closed for the night. Planting a kiss on my head she reached for the jar of money I had tried to hide from her. I bit back a pained cry when she took the whole lot leaving me one note for shopping. With a hum she pranced out the door. With that amount of money I wouldn't see her for a few days.

Once I was sure she was gone I stood up and went to the bathroom to wash my cuts. None of them were too big so I put on some butterfly stitches and wrapped it up. I sighed as I did so, I had only shed my last bandage at the start of the week.

Glancing in the mirror I grimaced at my reflection. My long hair was styled in two braids. I cursed and brushed it out before pulling it back into a long ponytail. Even with that style I didn't look like a man. I had delicate features, pale skin and extremely petite. I had been forbidden from cutting my blue hair and as such I looked more feminine every day.

I pulled on a warm jacket, grabbed the small amount of money left on the bench and headed out. I locked the door behind me and nodded to my neighbour who was slumped against his door his eyes unfocused. I hope he hadn't overdosed again. Walking past him ignoring his wordless humming I rushed down the stairs and set myself on a steady jog to the store. Despite my appearence I was quite fit but even so by the time I reached the store I was a little out of breath. I grabbed a basket and set about shopping, adding the totals up as I went. We woulf have to live on rice and minimum meat this week until I got paid. If my mother came home early and saw the measly meals she would hurt me again but I had no choice. Maybe I would eat the rice with nothing else, saving the meat and vegetables for when she came back. Satisfied I had got enough to get is through I headed to the check out. As I waited I saw a young man, possibly my age sitting to the side having heated up some sausage rolls and beginning to open them. At that moment my stomach gave a grumble as the scent wafted over to me and I blushed as golden eyes flew up to meet my blue ones. I looked away, embarrassed that he had heard it. From the corner of my eye I could see him smiling, his teeth a perfect white. When it was my turn I put my few  items on the bench and tried hard to not drool as I saw the hotbox food beside me. Paying for my groceries I headed out the door. I had only gone a few steps when a voice hailed me and I turned to see the red head from the store jugging over to me. He handed me the second sausage roll and I took it with a confused look.

"You sounded hungry. I couldn't let a pretty boy like you starve."

"I'm not a girl I'm a"- automatically I started to correct him but stopped when I realised he hadn't called me a girl.

"I know your a boy, no way I would confuse the two.  Not someone as gorgeous as you."

He winked at me his golden eyes smoldering and I felt my cheeks heat up. Murumuring a thank you I took a bite and hummed in pleasure as the warmth flowed into me. He continued to munch in his food as I devoured the sausage roll, aware that this might be the last warm, meaty meal I would enjoy for the week.

"If you like them so much why didn't you buy any?"

He asked when I was finished. I felt a flash of annoyance and embarrassment at his words. I scowled up at him.

"You aren't from here are you?"

Something flashed in his eyes and he smiled again. This time he showed all his teeth and there was something frightening about it.

"No one from this side of town would give food to others and they certainly wouldn't be surprised at how little they could afford. Also."

I waved over my body, indicating my faded and frayed pair of jeans and tatty old hoody. Then I pointed at him. Dressed in a stylish knee length jacket to ward off the cold, buttoned down the front with a red scarf that complimented his hair. Everything looked almost brand knew and specifically tailored to him and there were no wrinkles or dirt on him.

He chuckled at what I was hinting at but stopped mid laugh when he saw my arm. My jacket had ridden up and my bandaged arm was exposed. He reached out faster then I could react and gently grabbed my arm, pushing the sleeve back to see how large the bandage was.

"You shouldn't do these things to yourself."

"I didn't."

I tried to pull my arm away but his hold was quite tight.

"Life is precious. You shouldn't play with fate to bring an end to that fleeting moment."

I felt angry then at his judgemental tone. Who was he to assume things about me? This time I managed to rip my arm out of his hold and backed up a few steps.

"I don't cut myself, she"- I bit my lip to stop myself from saying anymore. I was about to tell a total stranger about my abusive mother!

"I'm very clumsy. I fall alot. I should get going before it gets dark. You should to, its dangerous."

I gave a small bow of my head and then rushed home. I could feel his gaze burning into the back of my neck until I turned a corner, out of sight.

Karma's Pov

I watched the small blunette rush off, a smile on my face as I stiffled a giggle. Yes it was dangerous at night, I was the danger.

What an interesting creature he was. There was something different about him. I knew it the moment he stepped into the store. I was intent on my target but my senses had picked him up instantly. Flowing long blue hair and stunning azure eyes set in a delicate face. His alabaster skin was flawless, his blushes cute. A part of me had felt angry when I saw the bandages. How could someone mark such  beauty?

The store doors opened and I saw the man I was here for leaving. A trained eye could see the mark of a gun at his belt. It would not save him. I loosened the knives in their hidden sheathes that had been sewn into my jacket before following him down the darkening streets.

The bluenette was protecting someone. Most likely a family member or friend. Someone was hurting him and he was covering it up. I wanted to find out who.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I almost didn't notice when my target slipped into a side street. Cursing under my breath I ran after him, my soft soled shoes making very little noise. I drew my knives as I got closer. Some instinct made him turn his eyes widening with fear as he saw his death approaching. He reached for his gun but it was too late for him. My knives cut into his throat like butter and he fell without a sound, hangs clutching the wound as if he could stitch the pieces back togethet. I picked up the grocery bag and continued down the street and turned towards the apartment I was staying at.

I didn't even know his name.

As i unlocked the door I had decided. I would find him again. He was simply too interesting and he would alleviate my bordem as I did my work.