Lucky and the Killer ✔

Amnesia

He sat the phone back down on the table and crouched beside Lucky on the floor. He let out a sigh and watched her lip tremble. She was finally lost and on the brink of everything. It was good to see the royal family so fallen. They deserved it. They deserved every bit of it because Liz hadn't deserved anything. Still, there was a point in time where he thought Lucky could do no wrong, but oh how wrong he was about that.

"Let's talk," he said and slid down onto the floor so that he was laying down beside her quivering, bound body.

"What do you want from me?" Lucky said with a cry. "I don't know what I did. Why do you want to kill me?"

He smiled at her and gently put his thumb over her mouth. For a minute, he watched her in the silence. It wouldn't be long before Anna showed up. He wanted to be alone with her for just a little longer—like they used to be.

"I'm going to tell you," he said, but his voice shook.

His body moved itself closer to hers. He pinned himself above her and stared down at her wide, green eyes. He really must have been losing it, but he didn't care. There she was.

"Princess," he sighed.

He pushed his lips down on hers and invaded her mouth with a kiss she didn't want. She just couldn't do anything about it. He closed his eyes and moved his hand down her body, but he stopped. Her body was cold and tense. It wasn't the same. She still didn't remember.

"You don't know me at all," he said and rolled himself off of her.

She stared at him but couldn't speak. All she wanted to do was wipe the spit off of her face, but her hands wouldn't move. She really was going to die. This guy was off of his rocker. Still, his eyes...looked so sad, and it was his eyes that she started to remember. But, the memory vanished as fast as it came.

"I...," was all she managed to say.

"Don't," he said quickly. "Tell me. Who are you?"

"Huh?" she asked and rubbed her face against her sleeve to dry it. "I'm Lucky."

"Lucky, huh?" he smirked. "Yeah, I guess you are."

"I don't understand," she said and tears pressed down her cheeks.

"You wouldn't," he said and looked back over at her with those sharp eyes. "You don't remember a thing, do you?"

"Remember what?"

"You're not some print-shop girl, Lucky. You're not even from here."

"Pardon?" she choked and twisted—trying to sit up like she'd done earlier. She didn't want to be laying down beside a killer. She didn't want him to kiss her again, either.

"Nothing," he said and pushed himself back up and off the floor. Maybe it was better that she just didn't know.

"Look," she called out as he started to move further away, "you've got the wrong girl! Please, let me go. Whoever you think I am...you're wrong."

He picked up a glass from the kitchen counter and stared into it. He wasn't wrong. It was the same girl he'd kissed before, but that time, she'd kissed him back. He took a sip.

Lucky sat herself up, at last, against the rickety table. He was just ignoring her. He was wrong. Who did he think she was? She'd always been there, sitting behind the same white computer monitor for days, and going home to an empty house—even before the move, right? She'd always been...she'd always just been Lucky.

He sat the glass down and picked up the black gun with shaking hands. No, he needed to calm down. It had to be done. His breath emptied, and he rubbed the cloth over the tip and sides of the gun.

"So, where were you six years ago, then?" he asked.

"I...," Lucky started to answer, but the answer wouldn't come. She didn't know, but if he was right, he was going to kill her. "I was here."

King laughed and turned around to face her. He leaned against the counter top and pointed the gun at her. He adjusted the scope with skilled fingers and squinted at her from across the room.

"You're a bad liar," King said. "Even if you were a good liar, you'd have one hell of a time hiding it from me."

"Who...," Lucky's voice quivered, "do you think I am?"

There was a knock on the door. King gave her one last, strong look before heading towards it. She couldn't make it out, but it didn't take her long to remember her friend.

"Anna," Lucky said.

"Anna," King copied as she stepped inside with a man at her side. "Gray."

The man, who was apparently named Gray, stepped into the door with them. He shut it and bolted the lock. Anna stood inside the living room. She took the place in, but it didn't take long for her eyes to land on Lucky. She looked calmer, though, and she didn't move from where she stood. She just gave Lucky a worried smile.

"As always, everything on top, my Lord," Gray said and flopped down onto the plain couch. "Found this one outside. You finally got the princess, huh? I'd expect nothing less from you. Now, all that's left is to kill her and go back home for the brother."

King gave Anna a wary eye. He didn't have anything against the girl, but he just didn't want to leave a mess on Earth. She just showed up to protect Lucky, and for that, he couldn't blame her. Everyone loved Lucky and so did Liz. His grip tightened around the gun, his thumb pulled the hammer back, and he shot.

Blood sprayed over the walls and over Gray, who still sat on the couch flipping through his cell phone. Anna's eyes went hollow, and she fell to the floor. Blood wept around her body, but it didn't move again. She didn't move at all.

Lucky screamed. She moved forward. She scooted like a worm towards Anna's dead body. Anna stared out at her from eye-level. She wouldn't blink. She was supposed to blink. She was supposed to move.

"Anna?" Lucky screamed, but nothing came. "Anna!"

Anna's white wrist lay against the dark floor. Blood speckled and nestled itself into the crevicies of her skin. On the couch, Gray lay laughing.

"Damn, King," he said, "way to handle your business."

"Shut up," King said with a flatened, hollowed voice.

"Why?" Lucky screamed when King's feet stepped in front of her line of sight. Instead of Anna's unblinking eyes, instead of seeing her tangled curls, she saw his black boots. They still had her blood on them. They stood in a moment of silence next to Lucky's face.

"You killed her!" Lucky yelled into the broken quiet. The room swam around her, and King's feet looked as though they were on waves. She could feel herself falling into pools of overwhelming panic as she began to black out. "She's not breathing...help her. Please, help her."

Lucky's screams died out, and her eyes began to shut. She couldn't help but sink away. Darkness. His legs. Darkness. His hands. Then, she'd passed out into nothing but the black one more time. Anna was dead, and he really was...a killer.