Saving Assassins

Chapter 3

Kayla:

I woke up early the next morning. To no surprise, my father was gone and I felt dried and sticky blood around me. I had been through worse, so I leaned up. I held my knife wound and looked at my leg.

The sight was disgusting, but that's most of a criminals job. I gripped my leg and angled it before popping it back into place. I screamed, pain washing over me and my wound reopened. I slid and crawled across the floor to the bathroom.

When I got there I grabbed the sink and pulled myself up. Then I stitched up my wound while yelling in agony. I finished the last stitch when I looked around. Everything looked fuzzy, my dad probably drugged me with a light dose. That's when I passed out, managing to land slowly on the cold floor.

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I woke up on the ground a few hours later. I felt cold as I realized I was barely dressed. I sat up and walked to my room, trying to ignore it. But the thought wouldn't leave my mind. I looked at my weapons that were organized in my room. I started to question my life, it was so dark.

1 Week Later:

I woke up to an empty house at 4 in the morning. Dad was probably with his friends planning something. I knew he would find me, so I stayed there. I tried running away when I was 6, he pushed me into a glass table.

I still had the scars from it, I needed help. Which meant figuring out who somebody was. I began my research of Robin and Batgirl. Then I saw that Bruce Wayne was in a coma, I wanted to know why.

I checked the hospital cameras, Robin had ran in carrying Batman and helping Batgirl. This was from a closed entrance, no fans. Batgirl had a wound in her shoulder. Later I watched a girl with a sling walk out.

I checked to see who she was, Barbera Gordon was her name. She started talking to a guy who had recently walked in. It was 20 minutes after Robin left. His name was Dick Grayson, I turned up their conversation so that it was played without being covered by other sounds.

Barbera: "I'll be fine, but they told me about Ba-Bruce. He probably wont wake up, and if he does he wont ever completely heal."

Dick: "He's been family since I was 5, we can't lose our family."

Barbera: "I'm gonna go see some family."

Pause

Barbera: "I need a break. I can't go out there knowing that Bruce lost his life, if only part of it, for me. I'm sorry, I need to get myself together again. I'll be back Soon."

I glared at the screen, Barbera was batgirl. Dick was Robin and Bruce was Batman. That was new, I guess Batman was dead, but Bruce was still breathing. I put on sweats, a loose shirt, and a hoodie. I needed help from somebody that would understand.

I arrived at the hospital and walked inside. I sat beside somebody, suggesting it was Alfred. "Do you know where I can find Dick Grayson?" I didn't want to act suspicious, so I didn't ask about Barbera.

He looked over to me, "My name is Alfred. I believe Dick is with Mr. Wayne, who are you?" I smiled fakely and blushed, "A friend of the Grayson's. He said he might be here to see his friend."

Alfred stood up and led me to a room. "Thank you, Alfred, hello Dick, it's good to see you." He looked over at the sound of my voice. I eyed the video camera and glared at him, "Care to take a walk?"

He was pretty small for 14, but cute for a hero. "Sure, I would love to get away from this hospital." He said it and waved Alfred away, then we walked outside. He shoved me into and ally and pushed me against a wall.

"I'm not here to fight, I'm an assassin anyways. Please, I need somebody's help that will understand." He eyed me for a moment before letting me go. "What do you need help with, robbing a bank, Kayla Banks?"

I looked Down at the sound of my name. "I've been raised by my father my whole life. He killed my mom for disobeying him when I was 3. I've been trained to fight, but never for the better."

He looked at me, "So your life is screwed up. Welcome to the club, Guess you didn't need much help." With that he started walking away, I pulled his arm. "You don't understand, my father uses me as a punching bag when things go wrong. I've always been working for him, I've never really had my own life to live."

Before he could make some sort of dumb comment I lifted my shirt. It revealed the stabbing wound that I had stitched up and many more. He seemed concerned now, "What else has he done to you?"

"Only five of my scars are from other people. I dont know how to get away from him. I figured you could help, but it doesn't seem that way. Besides, you have some Joker on your hands thats that's more important than me. Have fun with your revenge."

I turned and started walking away, he walked behind me. "I'm sorry, you robbed a bank, your father had raised you, so I figured you were just as evil as him. Under his influence and ways, you might not have cared for any good. But I didn't know he abused you or killed your mom, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding."

I turned to look at him, "I think you're right. My brother ran away after my mom died, he was 7. I promised my dad I would be loyal if he left my brother out of it. I have only ever done bad things, that was the one good thing I ever did. You're right, sorry for your time, Dick."

I ran off, I was completely evil. Dick was a great help, even if I had found a way to get my father gone, I would be bad. That made me nearly as bad as Dylan, my dad. I got on my motorcycle and rode off.

When I got home, there was a bike at the house. My dad wasn't home, so who was? My dad drove a sports car, I drove a bike. I opened my message from dad curiously.

Hey honey, I'll be back in a few days. I'm helping a friend out with something big. I owe him, do me proud while I'm gone. Wouldn't want to come back in a bad mood, love you.

Love you, wow he was really dumb. He didn't even know what that meant apparently. I climbed a tree and jumped to the top of the house. I jumped into a roof door that we installed for one of these problems.

I got into the house and immediately got kicked in the side. I turned and punched at the man fighting me. He stopped fighting me when I drove him to the floor. "Kayla is that you, I thought you were Dylan."

I punched him before breathing heavily and relaxing a bit. "Depends on who's asking me, so who are you." He sat up, "I dont know, but if you aren't Kayla tell me where I can find my sister. I could really talk to her right now, it's been 11 years."