One beautiful day on the beach of Ibiza, Spain. You and your fiancée, Jared ran into a beautiful couple, Mitch and Katrina. Mitch is about to propose to her, and it was beautiful. The start of something new turned into a tremendous end as you and Mi...
Month after the shooting, Mitch found a place for the two of you. Yes, it sounded weird. Two people, strangers, move in with each other after their loved ones were being killed. But the goals, they matter, and they were the same for the two of you. Payback... Vengeance... So you had to practise, workout, study, learn, perfect any skill necessary for that.
The two of you were physically preparing yourselves by working on your strength, speed at the gim, and home with punching bags. You were working on your targeting by going to shooting classes and you threw knives at home, too. Targets were usually printed pictures of few faces you found were responsible for the shooting.
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You were also perfecting some marshall arts, self defence... Long story short, you were kicking asses.
By the time you were mentally preparing yourselves by studying Quran, Tawrat, Zabur, and any Islamic book existing, you bonded.
Same lost, same plan, same thinking.
The second month, both of you were exhausted, but never ever thought about giving up.
•Your P.O.V.
We were doing our usual sparing. He was pretty quick and flexible. As I reached my hand for the kick he grabbed it. I took the chance to kick him with my elbow and he bounced back. As he did that, he tripped me, and pinned my legs and arms to the floor. I twisted my ankles and got loosen and fastly stood up.
He stood up, too. He went for a kick, but tricked me into thinking he would actually kick me, so Mitch took a chance to twist my arm. It hurt, so I had to turn around, him facing my back.
He pulled me closer and hugged me from behind so I couldn't move my arms...and that led to our moment. We had the moment. He was breathing down to my neck and, damn it, it felt good. His arms wrapped around my body, strong hands... I turned my head to look at the part of his face, and reality kicked in...I'd sworn myself I will never love again. Because of Jared.
So I broke the moment, by stepping hard on his foot, so it was all over and we took a break.
•Mitch's P.O.V.
Yn was a fast learner. Even though I'd been broken the whole time and unhappy, I was happy by the fact that I hadn't teamed up with some lazy ass bitch. She was commited, as me.
"Don't go easy on me. Enemies won't, too." She winked at me as I managed to pin her down and she stood up. "This is just a start." "When will we actually..." "Not yet. We have a lot of time and we don't have some for mistakes." She was impatient about the plan, but anybody would be.
Next day, like every damn one, was the same. Training, training and more training. But all of that was sucking the life out of both of us and we both could see that...draining us. Since that day on the beach, we've barely smiled a truthful smile.
Suddenly, she went out in the middle of the night, I could se she was pissed. She just stormed out and after fifteen minutes, she came back with a lot of alcohol, drinks, any kind.
"Okay, we've both become unfixable damages, so...nothing can damage us, anymore... Couple of drinks won't, too, and we deserve it." Yn's hands were full so I grabbed few bottles and we both threw it on the bed. She was about to go to the kitchen when I stopped her. "We don't need cups."
We finished two bottles of bourbon, half bottle of whiskey, and few shots of brandy... We were deadly drunk.
For the first time after that hell, we were laughing about tons of stupid things nobody would laugh, too. We even confessed few things to each other.
Apparently, we have another thing in common. Both our parents died in car crashes.
As we continued to open up to each other about our personal lives, we ended up being in some kind of a pause moment.
Her eye colour was beautiful, her face...flawless. We were both looking at each other for a minute. "We are not gonna do this, huh?" She asked with drunken tone. "No...no worries...none..." I followed her. "I don't think we will ever...and I mean ever be capable of loving, ever again." She said as she slightly began to lie down. Soon enough she fell asleep in my arms. I followed her, too, again.
