Teenage Assassin

Chapter Sixty-One

"Shut up, King." Mason said as he covered my mouth. I was trying to talk, but his grip was so tight on my mouth that all I could do is mumble. "Listen to me. You're working for the bad guys. Believe me. This whole mission is a scam." I gave him the "who gives a shit" look. Mason sighed. "Okay fine, I'll take my hand off, but make one noise and I'll kill you." I nodded. He let go of my mouth and I sat up. "Okay, now back to what I w-" I slapped him across his face.

"You son of a bitch!" I screamed. Mason put his hand to my throat and started to squeeze. He went reached into the back of his pants and pulled out his gun. He put it to my temple. I was losing my breath.

"What did I say?" He asked. I grabbed his wrist with both my hands and tried to get him off me. But my lack of oxygen and being under sedation didn't help my strength. I heard footsteps running towards the door. Mason heard it too. He got his gun and put it to my head. "You say one word of me being here, I'll blow your brains out." He snapped harshly. He then threw himself under the bed. As he did that, Scott and Patrick came running in, guns out and pointed, looking for the intruder.

"Okay, show yourself!" Scott screamed. I wanted to yell so badly. I wanted to scream that Mason was under my bed, loaded with a gun and threatened to end my life more than once. But I didn't. I just sat there and they started to look around a bit more. Patrick came running over to me, looking around.

"Are you okay?" Patrick asked, without looking at me. He started to reach under the bed.

"No!" I screamed. Both Patrick and Scott looked at me, puzzled. I bit my lip. "It was uh, bad dream. Yeah. I woke up screaming. I'm sorry to alarm you guys." Scott relaxed and smiled.

"Oh, okay. Go back to sleep. I'll check up on you soon." Scott said sweetly. I smiled and nodded. He walked out of the room. Patrick was still staring at me.

"You're lying." Patrick said sternly. I shook my head. "Yes you are. I can tell."

"How? I'm not lying so how are you able to tell?" I asked, crossing my arms around my chest. Patrick stared at me for a minute, then shrugged.

"Okay, if you want to tell me, I'll be around." He said. Then he slowly made his way out of the room, closing the door behind him. I let out a sigh and put my hand on my forehead. I felt sweat starting to form. Mason got out from under the bed, looked at me and smirked.

"Reminded me of the good old times." He said. I rolled my eyes and looked at him.

"What do you mean?" I asked in a snotty way.

"You know, when we're in your room, and your mom was starting to make your way into the room, you would push me under your bed so she wouldn't see me." He said has his bit his lip. I rolled my eyes again.

"I don't give a shit. I want to erase that from my memory." I snapped, looking away from him. "Why are you hear anyways? How did you find me?"

"It's not hard to track you, King."