Assassin Life

Cold breeze

Axel' PoV

I toss and turn in the uncomfortable bed trying to get comfy to at least gain some sleep in this lousy place. This is the exact reason why I avoid places like this, awful bed, terrible food but the nurses are usually sexy, but I just had to get stuck with the sixty-year-old hag. Sighing, I gave up trying to become comfy and let my mind drift. That's when she drifts into my mind once more. My mind creates a vivid image of her face, from what could have seen from that night. Her blue eyes as they held no remorse, yet I saw fear in them. Every time I close my eyes I gain more and more detail of who she is yet the further away I seemed to get from her. Her short cut hair, her eyes, her voice. Her appearance seemed to sooth me even though she was terrifying with the blood over her face. Soon I had managed to fall asleep. Only to wake up moments later. With only just waking up from sleep my mind was still confused and registering the surrounding. But one thing I could make out was the cold feeling of a blade being placed against my throat.

"Wh-" Before I could finish my sentence or even open my eyes the cold feeling was gone only to be replaced by the cold wind through a newly opened window. I had finally sat up gaining the mentality to do so and opened my eyes spinning to catch the intruder. However, I was too late all I was greeted with was an open window. Feeling the chill of the summer night air, I swirl into the hospital room. Beginning to feel the chills I place my bare feet on the ground and walk over to the window. Feeling paranoid I look out the window to try and spot if anyone is out this late at night which there wasn't accept a few cars and an old woman walking her dog. After settling my nerves, I close the window and quickly hop back into bed. What was that? Was it still a part of my dream or was there actually someone in my room with me, with a blade to my throat. As I lay in that bed my mind kept racing about the events that happened moments ago. Was it her? Maybe I saw something that I shouldn't have, and she is getting rid of split ends... If that's the case then I only want to find her even more and it means I know something I shouldn't but what, what shouldn't I know? Or is it another assassin her friend E? or the boss of the men that attacked me... This is becoming too complex. I'll talk to Scarlet in the morning about it to see what she thinks or that Sage. There's something off-putting about her, the way she acts, and her structure and hairstyle are the same, but her voice seems slightly off tone and smaller. Then again, the woman in the alley was wearing heals then... My hands shoot to my hair as I become frustrated with this puzzle. Why does Sage seem so similar with Kris, they can't be related? My arms lay lifeless next to me as I stare at the ceiling once more. I'll have to ask Scarlet to bring Sage again and talk to her again. Maybe her being with me will bring that something someone is wanting to kill me for to surface. I close my eyes replaying that night over and over. I must find the solution.

Kristina's PoV

I sit in the corner of my apartment which is a part of the café. A fist locked tightly in my mouth as I try and prevent tears from escaping my eyes. However, my attempt hasn't worked as I felt the watery liquid trail down my cheeks. Why couldn't I do it, I was there my blade at his throat. My other hand clutched the blade which I use on all my missions since the very start. The blade which I also used for this failed mission. The triangle blade on the end of a metal ring currently sits on my middle finger. The moonlight shines off the sides of the blade and into my eyes. For the first time since the beginning, the blade came back from a mission clean. The sight of it made my insides turn to an emotion fill void. While that doesn't sound bad, I don't have experiences with emotions. My jaw tightened around my hand giving my mouth the familiar iron texture. The taste made me snap. With the flick of my wrist, the blade is sent flying across the room and embedded itself into the wall opposite me. I pulled at my short hair while the tears flow more heavily now. My breathing suddenly vanished as I begin clutching my throat as my body went into an attack as it went against itself in a war. My palms became sweaty, my head banged like a drum and my chest tightened like a spring. It should have been a clean kill. He was sleeping, and I had the clear cut, yet my body couldn't do it. I remember screaming to myself internally to kill him, but my body retracted once I saw his innocent face. I stopped being Kristina to stop the innocent being hurt but there I was with a blade to his throat. I managed to finally control my breathing, and everything cooled. The headache stopped, and the sweating stopped but my mind kept racing. That's when my eyes landed on my blade again. Without a second moment, I grabbed a nearby cloth and pulled the knife from the wall. Quickly wrapping it in the brown cloth I pulled up a floor board and placed the knife in it before nailing it down. I stood and backed away from the board with the forbidden blade laying inside. I returned to the corner of the room staring at my hand as the blood grew. For the rest of the night, I didn't sleep, I didn't eat, I didn't clean the wound on my hand. All I did was stare as the blood leaked from the teeth wounds and onto the floor.