Kissable Assassin

Chapter 15 (epilogue)

“And I don’t know what she would do, if she sees my scars. Would she scream, or run away? Or scold my ass for hurting her that way? Would I fight back, or sit in silence? Assert myself, or bite my tongue? Cause I can’t bear the thought of loosing… a scar on my skin’s not worth that much.”

Sean drives for what seems like forever just away from it all. To the west coast-near the Bay of Biscay, he says. That where his friends were, the ones that we were hours away from getting help from.

It was a nicer band of assassins, they weren't heartless and cruel like all others, simply meant for recruits and jobs. They'd get a call, accept or decline, do it, get the money, and go on with their lives in peace. All people like Sean, those who've killed in malice, but then wanted to change, but didn't feel like they could.

Delia decided to stay. Become a recruit like the rest. I could swear on all ten of my fingers that she had an immense crush on one of them named Hunter. He was pretty cute to me too...with nice hair, clear eyes, and a very nice frame...but I was dead set on Sean still.

I don't know what I'm going to do now that I'm out of Hell. Parents are gone, and I don't know where most of my friends are by now.

I ask what the date is one day.

"October fourth," Hunter answers.

"My birthday was five days ago," I say, more to myself.

"Way to forget,” he laughs with a wink. We should celebrate.” Hunter, Delia, and I are slung over the couches and chair, me upside-down, Delia over the armrest, and Hunter on his stomach.

"Nah, it's not that big of a deal anymore. The last time it was celebrated was like three years ago, and after everything, I honestly don't care that much," I respond.

"At least come outside with me," Sean pleads with a smirk.

**********Cathar**********

"Cathar! Where are you? Cathar? Sean? Adriane? Chris? Anyone?"

"Chris is dead, you blond bimbo," I grunt from the couch. Lindsay walks into the room.

"And there you are, guzzling Jack Daniel’s. Where's Little Tramp?"

"With Sean and Delia," I respond.

"Where's Sean and Delia?" She demands.

"Not here, obviously," I slur.

"Are you so drunk that you can't even give me a real answer? I asked where they were, not where they weren't," She snaps.

"They're not here! They ran off! If I knew where they were, I'd be beating the girls to a pulp and plunging a dagger in every square inch of Sean in front of them, so clam it," I reply.

"What do you mean they ran off? How could you let them do that? CATHAR!" Lindsay screams.

"I didn't let them run off," I growl, standing up. I stride over to her and smash the bottle at her feet. "As soon as I have control of all the bands in the country, I'll get them back within my grasp."

"How can you get control without assassins?"

"You forget who I am. I already have control of five bands. We can bring some assassins over here and send some to go find Doxy and the Tramp. And where they are, Sean will be as well," I say.

"Fine then, but...let me handle Little Tramp. I think when she's back, she needs a little girl-to-girl action, seeing as your methods don't work," She whispers, "And don't worry. I'll make sure it gets inside her little head."

"Sean's death would break her. I could tie her by her wrists to the ceiling and make her watch it. I could tape her eyes open and a belt around her head so that she can't close them or move her face. And I'll make it slow, so it's be imprinted into her memory permanently," I say, more to myself than her.

"Maybe you were targeting the wrong person. Maybe she would've stayed put if Sean was injured instead of her," Lindsay suggests, "She cares more for others than she does for herself."

"I'll try that when she's back in my grasp. And yes, you can definitely have your time with her. However long you think it takes for her to understand. You can even have Delia as well."

"I'll make a mental note. But while we're waiting..." She trails off, coiling her fingers around my belt loops and pulling me closer.

**********Adriane**********

We're on a flat scape, with tall grass that brushes our knees as we continue. It's sunset, with pinks and oranges and golds streaking across the sky. The slim of yellow sun is our focal point, far from where we were, but so close at the same time. We walk in silence until we reach the bay. The beach is almost empty, just a few people playing in the water.

We head for the dark, rocky plateau to the south and start to climb when we get there. We hold hands for leverage and balance; we help each other up the boulders. There's nothing up there, just privacy and a view. A view of the vast expanse of the blue ocean. His arms wrap around my waist and we stand there for a minute.

"What do we do now?" I ask, walking with Sean with our arms around each other.

"Do we have to do anything?" He asks back.

"Well...are we going to stay here with them? Do the same? Or try to go somewhere? And what about Cathar? He said he wanted control of all the bands in the country, and he's determined. And what if he gets more than just the country? What if he controls every single assassin on the continent? And what if he comes for us? I doubt he's not seeking vengeance as we speak! If he has every assassin on the continent at his finger tips, then our little hiding spot and its defenses won't stand a cha-"

He kisses me, breaking my stream of rambling questions, tangling his fingers into my hair as mine do the same.

When he breaks, he says, "We can do whatever we feel like. I'll do whatever you want to do. And don’t worry about Cathar. He has no idea where we are, and he won't get control of every band in Europe. It's impractical. Let's just let Karma do the talking. Let's just...go with the flow."

And go with the flow, I do.

End of Kissable Assassin.

Thanks for reading this, and for all your support! Sorry for any waits you had to suffer, and for anything you didn't like. I'll be making a sequel 

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For now.

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