The Assassin's Secret (on hold)

Ch. 2: Shotgun?

Trevor and I handed the bags of our few remaining possessions to the beefy men. Unfortunately, they limited the amount of items we could bring to the school, which I guess was understandable. Still, I was going to miss all of the comforting objects from my house that reminded me of my stainless past. I gave the man holding the door open a blank stare and a nod of thanks, before swinging one leg in after the other. I was still in a state of shock, but I couldn't help but wonder how long this ignorant bliss would last before reality stroke me like lightning to a tree.

"Wow, this is so cool!" I heard my brother say in awe, as if from across a football field. He immediately scooted down to the farthest corner of the limo where a Wii rested, begging to be played. I heard the seat groan and felt another presence beside me, but I made no move to speak. As we drove, it was so dead and emotionless inside that you would have thought we were driving in a hearse. The only person who seemed to have dodged the iron curtain of muteness was my brother, who was contentedly playing Mario Cart.

The silence slowly ate at me, gnawing at my soul and sucking out my spirit. With the dead air came my thoughts. Those abominable thoughts crept in like the rising sun, filtering slowly but steadily into my mind. Then, I realized that the impenetrable walls of my mind had been breached with thoughts of my parents. Silent tears fought their way down my face, racing to see who could reach my chin first. Then more tears joined the race, and were eager to get to the finish line. I tried to hold it in, but out slipped a wracking sob.

Thankfully Trevor didn't hear as he was too focused on his game, but the boy sitting next to me turned to face me in the soft leather seat. He slid down the bench-like stretch, and shocked me by wrapping his long arms around my waist. I initially stiffened at the contact, but then I opened up the floodgates covering my eyes even wider and grabbed the boy's waist tightly, trying for my brother's sake to be as quiet as possible. I let out another soft wracking sob, and an earthquake rumbled through my body, it's epicenter at my shoulders. I melted into the warm feeling of love, and the boy whispered so faintly I was not even sure he spoke.

"I'll protect you," he assured me.

I tried to control my sobs as I peered into his intense sapphire blue orbs, searching his fathomless eyes to see if I heard him right. When I discovered I did, I couldn't help but wonder, what from?

"Umm... it's kind of hard to explain..." the boy trailed off, releasing me with one arm to scratch the back of his neck. Oh gosh, did I just say that out loud? I felt my cheeks being flooded with the familiar heat, and pulled back from our awkward embrace. The boy looked like a confused little puppy, and I tried to help him out.

"Sorry, do you want to try that again? I'm Sam, 11 years old, and I.... well, I guess I'm happy that I'm not going to be put in foster care." I muttered tentatively. I still internally shuddered at the thought of little Trevor being put through something as traumatic and horrible as that.

"Cool. I'm Freddie, 12 years old, and my dad is the guy currently in the shotgun of this limo."

Author's Note:

Hey lovelies!!! I'm really excited about this book, cuz I've always been drawn to assassin books and decided to make one of my own. So yeah!! thank you for your awesomeness and thanks to Liiivviii for being my first commenter!! love y'all to the sun and back! keep ur cool and read till ur blue! that didn't really make sense but we'll go with it!

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