Indefinite

nine.

It was close to three o'clock in the morning when I woke up. I awoke in a cold sweat, utter terror running through my veins. My nightmare had left me out of breath, and made me want to nearly scream out for help.

The images of all of my past target's dead eyes staring at me flashed through my brain as I firmly grasped onto my small pistol.

I could feel a few stray tears run down my cheek, and I quickly brushed them away, collapsing back onto the bed. By five, I was asleep again, and around ten, I let myself wake for good; the nightmare not leaving my subconscious.

I slowly got up, pulling my suitcase to the bed, and grabbing my brush. As I tried to shake away sleep, I brushed out my tangled hair, now only damp with sweat.

I changed into a floral blouse and skinny jeans, keeping on my boots before restocking my purse with my weapons, adding a few new ones, and prepping my things for when the task was over.

With it being the weekend, I checked my list to confirm that Wyatt had a morning shift instead of a night one, knowing I had to end it today.

In my peripheral vision, I swore I saw a flash of fiery red hair in the office building as I was walking to my car.

I didn't dare look back, knowing he had to be at least two days behind me. I quickly sped off, heading to the bar where my target would be getting off work soon.

The bar was nearly empty when I walked in. I made eye contact with Wyatt, but he looked away, continuing cleaning up a booth.

"I came to apologize about last night." I walked up to him. He turned to walk away, but I grabbed his arm. "I was drunk and tired, which are not a good mixture. Not to mention I'm an emotional drunk."

"It's fine." He shrugged off my hand, walking behind the counter.

"Let me make it up to you." I pressured, but he went into the kitchen. I sighed, spinning in place, before bringing a hand to my face.

"I get off in ten." He said, walking back out of the kitchen, and grabbing a glass from under the counter and filling it. "You can drink this while you wait."

I gave him a forced smile, taking a long swig of the bitter liquid. I forced myself to cough, earning a small chuckle from Wyatt.

The ten minutes flew by, us making small talk between customers. I didn't take another sip of the drink, wanting to be completely in control.

"I don't have a car." He admitted, grabbing his coat and coming out from behind the counter.

"I do." I smiled, grabbing my things. "How do you feel about the beach?"

"Interesting." He raised an eyebrow.

"I haven't been yet," We began walking out and got into my run down car. "So I figured, maybe we could go and relax in the sun?"

"That sounds good to me." He laughed as we began driving to our destination. The ride was rather quiet, other than the occasional directions he had to give me.

We finally arrived after twenty minutes. I knew doing this in a public place would be risky, but I didn't know how else to do it.

I grabbed an old blanket I had taken from a hotel few towns back, before we made the trek onto the beach itself.

"It's beautiful." I admired as we laid out the blanket and sat down.

"Very." He looked at my, and I quickly looked away, rummaging through my purse. I clasped my hand around the small syringe, tucking it into the sleeve of my coat.

"Have you ever done something horrible?" I asked despite my better judgement.

"What do you mean?" He tensed up at my outburst.

"I was in a car accident once. It killed the other driver, and I can't get it out of my head." The lie easily flew off of my tongue.

"There are a few things that I'm not proud of." He admitted, laying back.

"I'm not proud of this." I stuck the needle into his arm, pushing the deadly liquid into his body. "I'm really sorry, Wyatt."

He stared at me in shock for a moment, before his face relaxed and his body went limp. I closed his eyes, then stuffed the empty syringe into my purse and got up.

I pulled out the burner, calling my boss, and telling him that Wyatt was now dead. I put the phone in his hand, before going back to my car.

I took my time driving back to the motel, trying to prepare myself to go back east for my final target.

A wave of uneasiness hit me as I pulled into the motel parking lot, seeing a familiar looking black car in the parking lot.

I cautiously unlocked my room to see the floor covered in rose petals, and candles all over the room. My eyes widened, and my heart started racing. He found me.

I quickly drew my pistol, backing through the door before running into something. Or someone.

I spun, pointing my gun at the person I had been dreading to see the most.

"Hello Eden."

"Asrael."