❝ For my partner of all times, Jon. ❞
Vera Lu is part of one of the deadliest gangs in New York City. She is a trained assassin with an unfortunate past that shaped her into who she is today.
She is on a mission to eliminate her target, the mysteri...
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-- J O N A T H O N
It's been an hour since Tyler threw Vera into my room and she hasn't woken up since. I had tied her up to prevent her from escaping or murdering me in my sleep.
I laid on my hard mattress and looked up at the rusted ceiling. My eyes had just begun to droop when I heard whimpers.
I sat up quickly, a bit alarmed.
An intruder?
I looked around the room and realized the soft whimpers were emitting from the tied up girl.
I stood up quickly and rushed over to her, brushing a strand of loose black hair behind her ear.
"Momma...I missed...no...no...wake up..please.."
"Hey, are you alright? Vera? Wake up, it's just a nightmare. It's me, Jonathon." She shifted a bit and the whimpers calmed down. I found it somewhat reassuring that she found comfort in my voice.
Her eyes slowly opened and her eyes were filled with fear.
"You were whimpering really loud," I said quietly, "You mentioned your mom a lot and about how she didn't wake up."
She blinked, "Just a bad past." Her voice was shaky and my heart ached for her.
"It was just a nightmare, okay? I'm here if you need anything," I smile at her trying to reassure her.
What are you doing Delirious? You're not supposed to be nice to her, she tried to kill you. Stop it.
I wiped the smile off my face and put on a cold glare.
"Go back to sleep." I trudged back to my bed and attempted to fall back asleep. Moments later, I heard her voice call out for me again. I tried to ignore it, hoping she'd stop but I caved in and mustered up the most irritated voice I could fake.
"For God's sake, its 3am, let me sleep."
She replied with something that shocked me, "Can you talk to me until I fall asleep?"
Don't do it Jonathon. You can't be acting all nice, she'll see you're weak. Feelings and empathy show you're weak.
I pushed away my internal argument.
"Sure, Vera." I didn't know what to say next so I laid there in silence.
"Why did you do it?"
"Why did I do what?"
"Keep me alive."
Exactly what I'm wondering also. Delirious, you're losing your touch. Why keep her alive?
