Hitman: Captured | #1 - HIATUS

► Chapter 3

I stop crying after a while, rubbing my soaked flustered cheeks with the sleeve of my flannel. I sniffle, closing my eyes to take deep breathes and it doesn't take long when I start feeling the exhaustion from running. I open my eyes to fight back the grogginess, paranoid if I fall asleep I won't be waking up again.

"They're the Keli crime family. Mafia," Damon clarifies out of the blue; my body freezes at the word 'Mafia'. What the hell does the Mafia want to do with me? "I'll tell you the rest once I get you fixed up. For now, we have to try and get along, we can't be at each other's throats all the time."

"Wait, you said you were here to protect me. Are you my bodyguard or something? Is it because of them you're here?" I blurt out inquiries earning a stern look from the blonde hair man and I wince, "Right, after I get fixed up." I respond in a soft murmur, frowning and clearing my throat from my earlier crying. My fingers anxiously fumble with the sleeve of my red flannel, pondering how I got myself in this situation.

How I need to trust a stranger with my life and it makes me nervous. What if he's the one who is going to take me to the person trying to kill me? Out of all the people to try and kill me, it's the Mafia. Damon has obviously done this before seeing how he shot them both dead without so much of a blink of an eye; don't know if it's meant to be comforting or not.

I know nothing, and he says he'll tell me what I need to know after I see a doctor. Paranoia settles in again, what if the doctor is part of this? What if Damon isn't the one meant to protect but kill me? So many inquiries rush a mile per second—scrambling around until I go blank unable to think aside from the notions seemingly growing.

The pain in my thigh does not help, the tight belt keeping my wound pressured has a consistent ache in my muscles that twitch or sends electrifying shocks whenever it is moved. I can't see much of anything outside, the sky is dark enough for the twinkling gems to shine through; stars so beautiful from afar yet so dangerous up close. Lamps lit the road once in a while, I can see shops, buildings, and skyscrapers—Detroit itself is the largest city in Michigan, a city known for its artistic talents made by infamous artists in a golden age.

Or historic musicians who made it to where they are by traditional record labels.

I don't take notice of the song playing in the car, lips mumbling along with the lyrics engraved in my mind as it pours out of my heart; a song so soft and so deep I can't help singing along to Danny's voice. "Like an army of angels...Like an army of angels...If hate is poison then love's the cure, and it's you that drives the demons from my door. When they got me cornered, close to giving in, oh I feel you round me like a second skin." I whisper in a moderate tone, finding solace and relaxation.

As if nothing is happening in the world, as if I am just here on a casual ride with a man I don't know and singing to The Script, 'Army of Angels'. "If that's your way of saying 'thank you' then you're welcome." Damon says in a mildly amused tone, his deep voice firm contradicting the impression of sympathy. I stop frowning in annoyance at being cut off and glare at the man, "She really didn't teach you manners." I retorted, a habit of me to become aggravated whenever I am interrupted while singing or talking.

I blame Christopher and Brian for this as they made it their goal to interrupt everything I say in middle school until my fist blessed their faces. Damon returns the glare keeping his attention on the road, "So you like The Script?" He changes the subject causing me to feel guilty for talking about his mother when I have no right to. "Uh, yeah. How about you? Do you like them?" I ask suddenly finding myself more interesting in this conversation than lose my mind.

He shrugs his shoulders, "I listen to them from time to time but I'm more of a OneRepublic and Fall Out Boy kind of guy."

"I like them too. I listen to Fall Out Boy more than OneRepublic. What's your favorite song from them?"