Shot Through the Heart

Chapter 18

Happy Birthday , I hope you suffer greatly after that update.

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Your POV

The woman on the other side of the door had long black hair and was about five feet tall, with a slight Philippino accent, and her warm smile seemed to light up the dim hallway where she stood. Opening the door fully, I tried to smile in return.

"Hi I'm (y/n) (l/n)."

"Maria Enriquez, pleased to meet you! I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner? Moving a stressful, and you look like you need a break, and I don't want you to worry about cooking."

What god blessed me with an angel as a neighbor, because I don't deserve it.

"I would love too if it's not too much trouble."

"It's none at all! Does six work ok? I'm right across the hallway."

I smiled at her as she walked back into her apartment, and as she opened her door and waved at me, I waved back before closing my own. This new house would take some getting used to, but someone like Maria might make it a little easier.

What I needed was a friend, and now I might just have gotten my wish granted.

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Time skip

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Right on the dot, I walked up to Maria's door and lifted my hand to ring the doorbell, only to have Maria open the door before I could do so.

"(Y/n)! Come on in, I invited another friend of mine, I think you two will really hit it off, he brought his son too and he's adorable."

I could smell the food from here and I was already starting to drool. I walked through the door and followed Miria to the living room, where a man with light blonde hair and a sweet face was sitting with a young boy wearing a sailor suit who looked like a child version of Artie, but with blue eyes.

"(Y/n) this is Tino, and his so-"

She was cut off by the boy running up to me and holding his hand out.

"Hi, I'm Peter, what's your name?" His eyes lit up in the same sort of way both Artie's and Alfred did when they were excited.

"I'm (y/n), it's nice to meet you Peter." I said shaking his hand, this kid really is cute, Maria wasn't kidding. The blonde man walked up behind Peter.

"Hello, (y/n) it's nice to meet you, I'm Tino. Maria said you just moved in?" He had an accent I couldn't quite place, but I decided it was Scandinavian

"Yeah, I just moved in today."

With this I sat down and began to talk to those around me, and when dinner was served, I could have sworn I had never eaten a better meal.

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"It was lovely to meet you, I hope we meet again."

Tino had decided that he should get Peter home before too long. As they left I said good-bye before turning back to Maria as she opened her mouth to speak.

"You should probably be getting home as well, you deserve some rest."

I laughed, "Yeah, I think so too. Thank you so much for the wonderful meal!"

We were walking towards the front door.

"It was I trouble at all, I hope to see you around, (y/n)!"

"You most certainly will, besides we live right across from each other."

We both smiled and waved as I walked back to my apartment.

As soon as I got back I fell onto my bed, sleeping again, but this time I could dream, and those dreams were full of good smelling food and comfort, as well as the two friends that I hoped were okay...

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Third Person POV

While the girl ate a wonderful dinner at her neighbors house, her two friends were not doing quite what they said they were. After leaving the note on the door to their apartment, they didn't take any jobs. The emerald-eyed Brit had been...let go, so to speak, buy the agency he worked with for his failure to kill the girl, the bespectacled American hadn't gotten any jobs since word spread that he hadn't killed his target.After packing up their bags, they trudged out the front door of their building, looking up solemnly at the black, sooty, scar on the building opposite, where she used to live.

The American had been depressed ever sense they had last seen the girl, in that hospital in the wee hours of the morning, but he knew, or at least he thought he knew that she didn't want to see him, for he blamed himself for the death of the black cat that had died not even a month ago. He couldn't have brought himself to talk to the girl he had started to love, not after what he had done.

The Brit hadn't faired much better. He too blamed himself for the death of the cat. After his agency forcefully banned him from their premises, and the girl he had feelings for had coldly told him to leave, he couldn't bring himself to see her, not yet.

And so they left for a while, shutting off their phones to keep themselves from the temptation. But they weren't off on a job, they were out for revenge.

They knew that whoeve had contracted the British man had grown impatient with him, and decided to send someone else to do the job instead. Someone who hadn't been caught by the girls charismatic ways. They only knew what (y/n) had told them.

Richard Reese. According to the girl, all he did was lay on his butt and throw lavish parties with his parents money. The essential rich playboy, and one of the people (y/n) targeted with her scheme. Except he hadn't been to happy with her when he figured it out. However, (y/n) had covered her tracks incredibly well, so well in fact, that when Richard had tried to get her arrested, he couldn't prove it was her, so he did the next thing his anger told him to, hire an assassin, and that assassin was the green-eyed Brit walking solemnly down the street.

They didn't hadn't bickered or fought at all those past weeks, each to caught up in their sadness to even notice the other, not noticing that while they were both falling slowly for the girl, they also were forming a friendship that would last the rest of their lives.

After leaving the apartment, they caught a taxi and left the city for awhile, going to meet stay with the Americans brother for a while, until they sorted everything out. Both of them changed slightly, they no longer felt a numbing sadness that they had been. No, that had all been repacked with white-hot anger.

God help whoever takes the brunt of it.

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Your POV

I woke up with a start, a chill running down my spine as I looked out the window. The city was obscured by fog and it was raining, the perfect kind of day for something strange to happen.