The Assassin's Secret (on hold)

Ch. 6: Moving and Apartments

>>>Pic above of Nina Dobrev!! She's who I picture for Sam.

I froze mid-step.

"What- no, not again! I'm so sick and tired of this." I moaned, the panic starting to set in.

Freddie nodded in understanding, knowing that I was talking about my job as a slayer. "But you've got to do what you've got to do. And look at the bright side, I'm the one joining you this time."

I smiled weakly at him, "I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing."

Freddie put a hand to his heart, and said in a mock-offended voice, "A good thing, of course. Whatever could be bad about you spending time with me?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh, I can think of many things, Fredric, many things." I said with a smirk.

"Just hurry up and go to my dad's office before he gets angry." He said poutily, but I knew he was right when it came to his dad's temper. Let's just say it didn't take much to make it flare up.

I rushed out the door with Freddie shortly behind me. I made my way through the winding maze of the halls that were easy to get lost in. However, after six years of wandering a place, one really gets to know it well. Also, a photographic memory doesn't hurt. After a few minutes of sprinting through halls, I arrived at a door that said "Carl Brennings." I approached the room that had always ensued fear in me, knocked firmly on the oak wood, and entered.

I squinted at the sudden gloominess, and I slowly started to make out the features of the worst place on earth. There was a wall covered in books, a giant window covered with closed blinds, and a massive desk. I breathed in the unwelcome smell that I had come to identify with Carl; old paper, sweat, blood, and metal. I immediately tensed up at the nauseating fragrance, and took a seat across from Carl, waiting for him to initiate the conversation. I sensed Freddie seat himself in the hard wooden chair beside me, and was grateful for his presence.

No matter what I said, I really did appreciate and rely on Freddie. He was my rock, the one I went to with my problems or whenever I needed cheering up. He also told me everything, and we were always there for each other. We were best of friends since the day of the dead, which is what I called the day I was brought here. Well, when my brother and I were brought to this hellhole.

"So, as you probably already know, you're being sent on a mission with Fredric. You'll have 3 weeks to kill this boy, Justin Miller. He's a eighteen year old senior at Desert High," Carl said, handing me Justin's paperwork.

I opened the file, and my eyes immediately landed on a picture of one of the hottest guys I've ever seen. He had gorgeous electric green eyes, caramel brown shaggy hair, and a very well defined jawline. I kept on my poker face, careful to not let any emotion slip through my hard exterior. I looked back up at Carl, giving him a level gaze and nodding for him to go on.

"You have to adapt to the, ahem, 'popular crowd,' because apparently this boy is well known around school. So that means no badass attitude for you, and you have to actually put an effort into what you wear," he said, looking pointedly at my sweatpants, t-shirt, and my hair in a messy bun. I felt Freddie tense up next to me, and internally smiled at his overprotection. I gently and unnoticeably laid a finger on his arm, warning him not to say something that would get him in trouble or kicked off the case with me. He exhaled shortly, and I took it as an assent that he wasn't going to say anything stupid. I nodded, and Carl continued,

"You will give me daily updates, because this is a highly important case. Which is why I'm putting my two best killers on the job." I assume he means that as a "compliment," but there's no doubt in my mind that he knew he was making a dig at me. He knew how much I hated it here, and I was guessing that it made him feel a sick sense of power that he knew he had control over me. But whatever.