Killer Kisses

Chapter 4 • Research

Lucas Ameth.

19. Light haired ginger. Chocolate brown eyes. Slight brush of light freckles across nose. Tall, 6". Attended Saint Alos Primary School, then Adin Highshool, now learns at Mira University. Studies include Business and Computing.

Lives with his biological mother, Amelia Ameth, 48-years-old, Doctor at Lycok Hospital, Dublin. Blonde hair, brown eyes. Father, Damian Ameth, deceased. Died at the age of 49, 16-01-2011, during rescue of eight-year-old boy, James Ameth, Lucas' brother. Now 11-years-old, James goes to Saint Alos Primary School. Has gone to therapy since father's death. One sister, Georgia Ameth, 14-years-old, attends Adin Highschool, Dublin. Also sees a therapist occasionally.

So far on the research found about Lucas Ameth? Nothing had caught Mystique's eye. Nothing to say Lucas would, or could, ever be a serious threat.

Mystique didn't know why she was so weary of Lucas Ameth. He had nothing that stood out, at least, not to Mystique. She wasn't a robot, she knew what was classed as attractive, and Lucas Ameth could basically be the definition of it. He was relatively smart— not as advanced as Mystique, but not stupid.

Mystique's day at University consisted of nothing abnormal, she didn't run into that girl- Charlotte, her name was -again. After the end of her class sitting next to Lucas during Computing Studies, she realised that most of the girls had shot her looks of loathing and envy, but she hadn't cared, too focused on the way Lucas was gazing at her, as if, if he stared hard enough, her life story would just be there.

Of course, Mystique had just looked like she was ignoring him, or as if she didn't notice at all, she was good at that kind of thing.

Maybe she was so weary because of the simple fact that he looked as if he found it strange that she was here, in this small little town, where regular people lived. In fact, he was the only one who really batted an eyelash at it.

It had started in her Computing Studies Course. Two boys were late to class, Mystique had thought it looked like they always were. She recognised one of them, Andrew Jacobs. After the day she had gone to get her schedule, and met him, she had gone home and researched him, to make sure he would never be a threat to her secret.

It turned out, he was nobody special. Just some small town Irish kid who looked like he wanted to stay in town all his life. Maybe have a family, after he's done being a single bachelor, of course, then find a stable job, a loving wife and have 2.5 kids. The normal thing. No excitement, no adventure, no danger, no anything that was thrilling. Even thinking about something like that had made her want to sleep.

But Lucas Ameth? He was different. She could feel it. He didn't want to be stuck in Ireland all his life, he wanted something this town couldn't provide.

Mystique found out, during the day, that he was in two of her three courses. Computing Studies and Graphics. The one he wasn't in, was Art Design. Mystique hadn't even bothered to find something that she was passionate about. She was an assassin, they didn't have many things to be passionate about, if they did, it was stripped away from them.

Mystique only took Computing Studies because she knew things about technology, since sometimes she had to hack computers so she could find out information. Art, was because she found it mildly interesting and liked decoding the reason for the way the artist made it the way they did, why those colours were used, why they wanted to make it, and such. And Graphics, because she looked at the design of buildings on a daily bases. How to get in, where the exits were and, of course, where her target would be at each time of the day. Maybe she wouldn't be learning things quite like that when doing Graphics. What a shame.

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Mystique was getting antsy. She hadn't had a job in five weeks. The longest she had gone without killing someone since she had started. She didn't know what it was, about the thrill of killing someone bad, knowing that as soon as you heard their name, they were as good as dead. It's just the way she is, the way she was brought up, surrounded by people with sharp swords and guns. Not knowing the feeling of growing up with a family who cared enough about her to speak to her about anything but weapons and training.

Well, maybe her biological family would have done that, she didn't care to delve into that part of her memories anymore.

Today, when she left the university after her first week was over and she didn't have to listen to anymore of people talking about things she already knew, finally escaping the insistent rambling of Charlotte, who had taken upon herself to be Mystique's friend, no matter how much Mystique had told her, not too politely, to beat it, Mystique decided that she wasn't going to waste away in her disgusting apartment, she was going to go get a coffee, sit on a bench in the local park, talk to someone who she hadn't heard from in a long time, and things would go from there.

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Mystique was nothing but cautious when it came to these type of situations.

Sitting on the creaky, wooden bench, her eyes looked for any sign of trouble or warnings of attack. These days she couldn't even trust her shadow. Eyeing the the man in the large coat walking past her, Mystique checked the watch on her wrist, it read 6:01.

He's late.

Gripping her coffee unnoticeably tighter, she breathed out a puff of cold air. The bastard was toying with her. He was never late, if he was late then he wasn't coming at all. Well this was a waste of time.

Mystique was about to rise when she saw it. The slip over paper on the floor. It wasn't the fact someone had littered that had her rolling her eyes, but the unforgettable symbol drawn on the side that was facing upward. Picking up the paper she turned it over, reading the address on the other side.

He's always been superstitious. Not that Mystique could blame him, hell, she could name a few cases where it probably would have done her well to be slightly more paranoid. Sighing, she tossed her empty coffee cup, stood, and began a slightly slower walk back to her motorcycle than normal, if he was going to make her wait, then she would make him, too.

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Finally she arrived at the abandoned warehouse. Why does it always have to be goddamn abandoned buildings? Why couldn't they meet in the café on Main Street? Where it was warm, and she didn't have to worry about hypothermia.

Ignoring her chattering brain, she pushed the rusty metal doors open, ready for what ever greeted her on the other side. And what greeted her was non too surprising. Nothing.

"Seriously?" her voice echoed in the building like she had yelled it.

"What? I don't see anything wrong with it, might need a bit of work but it still looks better then your dreadful apartment." A deep voice replied from behind her.

"Dammit!"

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How was that? Better or worse than the last chapter? Sorry I haven't updated recently, I tried to make this one longer, but eh. You guys gotta know, I like to have THREE chapters fully completed before I post ONE. Just so, you know, i can try and keep my inspiration up for this story.

And at the moment... i have no other chapters done. So yeah theres that. So the next update will hopefully come before the end of January... i think.

Anywayyyyy, if you liked this chapter, i would love some response! It helps me know that somebody wants me to update besides myself .... also votes! Yeah votes are pretty good too.

Hugs & Kittens - Izzy