His Weakness

~Two~

Keith looked down at his victim, ignoring his question, as he himself didn't know the answer. No one has ever questioned him before.

He just took his assignment, carried it out, and returned home, only to repeat the process. He never needed a solid reason to do what he does, he never needed to explain it to anyone. 

Keith's face distorted with rage, and he stood up, forcefully kicking lance in his side, causing him to curl up ever so slightly.

"Why?? Because I was given the task of killing you! You must have done something! It's your fault I missed. Well I won't miss again." Keith held his blade in his hand, kneeling in front of the wounded, and raising his arms, prepared to finish the job he was given to do. 

He looked at Lance's face once more, and suddenly stopped. He had shut his eyes, and relaxed his muscles. It seemed like he was just accepting his death, waiting for it. He'd made the realization that he was at the end of his rope.

For some reason, just the sight of him made Keith actually stop to wonder. Why was he supposed to kill him? He didn't look like he could fight at all, and he had no form of weapons on him, besides a set of keys he could hear jingle in his pocket as he carried him.

Swearing under his breath, the assassin backed down, dropping his dagger and getting up, walking away for just a few minutes, before returning to Lance and crouching once again. "You're not allowed to die yet. Not until I figure you out." Keith started stripping off the clothes that Lance wore on his upper half. "You're gonna get an infection from this, but that's more of a you problem, not a me problem."

He continued to  talk, though the other had already fainted from the amount of blood he'd lost. Making haste with the task, Keith wrapped the cloth around his chest, in attempt to at least stop the bleeding, then picked him up. 

"You either die or you don't." He muttered, before he left the building again, this time heading for the nearest hospital. He walked there, not even sure if Lance was even still breathing.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Keith sighed, and stole a glance over his shoulder. He didn't know what was driving him to help this person, but something in him just told him to.

The dark haired boy simply walked through the front doors of the hospital, and to the lobby. The police hadn't been able to get any photos of him, and the bystanders didn't have a clear description of his appearance, so he wouldn't have any issues.

"Hey." He stood at the front desk, looking at the nurse sitting there. She looked up, and let out a gasp. "...?" 

After a second or two, Keith looked down at himself. He had blood on his hands and arms. "Oh, it's not mine..This guy is gonna die if he's not already. Could you people fix it or something?"

He made a motion to pass Lance's body over the counter, but the nurse stopped him. "Please sure, the doctors will be here in a moment." 

Keith looked at her with the most blatant irritation, but said nothing. He waited, quite impatiently, but just as she said, several doctors came rushing into the lobby.

He handed Lance over to them, and watched as they took him away.

He's probably already gone.

All Keith could do was sit and wait now.

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Six hours was the amount of time it took for any kind of information to be given to him. He knew that it only took that long because the doctors were trying desperately to save him, futile as it was. He might not have stabbed his heart, but he hit close and deep enough that he certainly would die over a short period of time.

A single doctor came out of the ER, and scanned the room briefly before his eyes landed on Keith. He approached Keith, and cleared his throat quietly, causing him to look up. 

"Hello sir. Would you mind terribly coming with me?" The doctor was polite, but it gave the assassin a very unsettling feeling. No one was every polite to him, and he wasn't polite to anyone in return. He wasn't raised to do so. Ignoring the question, Keith just stood up, with his arms crossed in front of him.

The doctor nodded his head, then turned, walking back toward the room where they were keeping Lance.  He didn't expect anything special. They would probably just tell him that despite their efforts, they failed to save the young man that was brought to them.

Or, that's what he thought the case was.

The doctor brought him into one of the rooms, and shut the door. A moment of shock shown on his face, to see that the boy he'd attempted to kill, was lying there in the hospital bed. The heart monitor was beeping, steadily and slowly, but remaining consistent. 

He couldn't believe it. One of his targets had actually survived an attack from him. The anger he felt had passed by now, and it turned into curiosity. He wanted to know how this average, defenseless, care-free boy had managed to live this long through his presence.

He snapped out of his thoughts as the doctor began speaking to him. "His injury was incredibly severe. We managed to save him from any immediate risk of death, but there still is a possible chance we could lose him. He'll have to stay here for a couple of weeks so we can properly monitor him and make sure he heals properly."

All Keith did was nod, keeping his eyes on the hospital bed. Lance was very pale. He looked like something out of a horror movie. Not that Keith knew what that was.

"Sir, if you like, you could stay with him for the duration of his time here, or you can give us your contact information and we'll update you on his condition daily." The doctor took out a note pad, and Keith just looked at it, then made a face of confusion.

Contact information? He had no idea what that would be, so he just looked at the doctor, who was looking at him expectantly.

He felt annoyed by this, and frowned. What was he supposed to say? He never found himself in a place such as this, so he never had to give this "contact information"  or whatever it was. Maybe it meant a name?

Pondering on this for a moment, he relaxed ever so slightly. "Keith." He said to the doctor. His tone was rather blunt, but it seemed to do the job, as the doctor had written it down.

"Alright then.. Mr. Keith, feel free to take a seat. We'll do everything we can for your friend." With that, the doctor left the room, leaving Keith alone with the unconscious patient. He sat down in one of the chairs against the wall near the window.

It's been a fairly hectic few hours. Questions ran rapidly through his mind. What made this Lance McClain person so bad that he needed to kill him? How did the old hag know about him, and why did she? 

Keith was left alone with his thoughts, his head in his hands and his eyes shut tightly. It was going to be a long couple of weeks.

Poor  bb Lancey T^T I hope you guys like this chapter! I've been sitting at this table for hours planning out the story and trying to make sense of  everything XD Leave comments! Hasta la later~

~Lance