Ireland and her

chapter 8- death is a bitch and home

For years Patrick though love was children, he killed and showed no mercy to anyone. This all started because his parents was kill when he was 17, his little  sister was only three years old at the time.

Patrick became an assasin to find out who killed parents. Along the way he met Aimish Finster and joined the IAFG.

Patrick stared at Stella's temporarily dead body.

-8 hours earlier-

"Stella listen to me, you'll be dead for a few hours, just enough to make everyone believe you died and then I'll take your body from the morgue and bring you back okay?" I told her, she nodded.

I went to the large suitcase I had in my bag and took out this blue serum, I used the needle and quickly came over to her. I stuck it in her arm.

"In 5 minutes you'll be put into this death like state" I told her, she didn't say a word.

Stella hadnt talked to me since I told I was an assasin. I understand that she was still processing this still.

After 5 minutes Stella was "DEAD". I called Charlotte and told her to help me take the body to hospital.

"She commited suicide, overdosing on sleeping pills" I cried to my baby sister.

“She what?? Stella???” Charlotte cried. I could see tears forming in her eyes. “She was like my best friend, she replaced Kane but know she’s gone too.”

I remember Benny, he was one of the boys that lived next door to us in Ireland. He died from car crash when Charlotte was 10 years old. They were both the same age and was also Charlottes first love.

"Charlotte you should go home and sleep, you need it" I said to her. So Charlotte left. I went to the morgue.

-now-

I looked at Stella's body in any minute she would wake up. 6 minutes later she woke up breathing heavily. "Death Is a Bitch" she panted.

I laughed, “damn right it is,” I said with a smile, "Welcome back to the living" I added.

"How long was 'dead' for?"

“About nine hours give or take,” I said

"Crap, why am I naked?!" She practically yelled I saw the tattoo on her right breast which had a heart with a dagger in it, above it read the name: 'Chucky'

“Nice tat,” I said with a smirk.

“Shut it and get me some clothes,” Stella screeched.

I threw a bag at her, "I got Bec to pack you some before I called the ambulance"

“Least She is considered it,” Stella said.

“Hey I told her to pack it,” I exclaimed.

“Yeah whatever Patrick,” She said putting a shirt over her head.

Soon she was dressed and ready to leave the hospital. "So where are off too?" She asked.

"My home, Ireland"