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Chapter 10(Part 2) - I'll always win.

"Don't underestimate the things that I will do."
~ Adele

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Admittedly, friendship never been an easy thing for me to grasp. I mean; need someone to share your problems with? A friend. Need someone who won't judge you for almost anything? A friend. Heck, even if you just need somebody to talk to ever once in a while. A. Friend. I've just... always had a hard time making them. Besides my family back at the orphanage. But they were basically forced into bonding with me.

Isaac, however, chose to become my friend. My closest friend, albeit.

I had fun mocking his fighting techniques each time we sparred or fought. Everyone at Reamus' "camp" -- as everybody called it -- even thought we were together at one point.

Man, were they wrong. I had never dreamt of anything on those lines with, of all people, Isaac. I confronted him one day: asked if he'd ever thought otherwise. The feelings were mutual. Platonic. So Reamus deemed us trustworthy enough to give us one of the hugest hits all year.

The task was simple: get into some rich guy's mansion (which we'd been told was actually a HQ underneath) unnoticed, and find and kill him. Neither me nor Isaac knew what the rich bachelor had done, but no one dared to question Reamus' commands.

It'd taken me and Isaac approximately 1 hour to reach the mansion. And my Lord, was it fancy; ostentatious marble swirls decorated the towering walls on each of the 8-sided-T-shaped building and security lingered around each corner behind blooming flower beds and neatly trimmed trees and bushes. Two guards were posted either side of the white double doors.

The two weren't there for long, of course, due to Isaac's dexterous nature with a dart gun. I caught the limp bodies swiftly and hauled them out of sight while Isaac stayed put in the shadows.

Turning the corner with easy grace and wiping my scarred hands on the dark leather with stuck to my legs like an extra layer of skin, I blended easily into the shadows and returned to my spot beside Isaac. He was still observing the mansion with those calculating brown eyes as if waiting for the building itself to stand up and walk away.

All was quiet, suspiciously tranquil, until hurried footsteps were heard nearby. Then another pair. And another.

I turned to Isaac frantically but found his dark and sharp features utterly relaxed. Did he know something I didn't? How could he be so calm when those footsteps resounded from every direction? The steady paces quietened and I tried hard to ignore the bead of sweat sliding past my brow. The other security guards had miraculously vanished since I'd came back. Someone was here.

"Isaac, we need to move. Get closer to the doors perhaps. We can't stay here, I think... I think somebody knows."

His focus remained upon those heavy doors and I felt as though that weight somehow was planted onto my shoulders.

I dare a swift glance in his direction. Little did I know that the glance would almost cost me my life.

As I turn: Isaac presses a knife which I was unaware he even possessed against my neck. I gulp down air in an attempt to focus on what the hell just happened but I wish I didn't. It made me utterly aware that Isaac had betrayed me.

He brings his lips to my left ear, tightening my arms behind my back in one hand, the other gripping the knife against my neck still.

"I'm sorry you have to find out about my choice of sides and allies this way... but I doubt you'd prefer to discover this the way our friends back at camp are destined for."