The Bad Boy Is An Assassin #Wattys2014

Prologue

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"Who are you?" I ask filling the void of silence that had settled around us

"You are asking the wrong question" he states flatly "You should be asking what I am" His tone turns cold and deadly

"What are you?" i whisper feeling an unwanted emotion brewing inside of me that I know I won't be able to stop from getting out

"I'm an Assassin" He answers his tone completely empty of anything human, not even one bit of humanity. 

Instantly after the words leave his mouth he has a hand holding the back of my neck keeping me from moving whilst the other rough hand wraps around my throat and squeezes until I see spots in the corner of my vision and my airway is blocked from getting any oxygen to my brain.

My eyes snap up to his the emotion that was inside of me leaking out, into them and the resst of my body flooding my senses.

Fear.

I start struggling pulling on the ties around my ankles and wrists not caring when I feel them slice into my skin and a warm substance begins to leak out of the wounds.

My mouth opens and I gasp for air that isn't there my eyes bleeding into his trapped showing how scared I was for the first time in 4 years as I felt my energy leaving me and his hand squeezing my neck tighter like he's trying to break it.

Istop fighting against my restraints physically exhausted.

Our eyes stay connected like a computer, I'm the keyboard typing in my emotions for his to see on his monitor.

My eyes start to droop and I see a fleeting emotion flash across his eyes, so fast that I almost missed it. It looked like fear. Fear like mine but for a different reason. a reason I would never know.

I feel his lips brush against my ear as his harsh breath fills it but it's like I'm trapped underneath water everything is distant an echo

"Do not ever forget that..." his hand releases my throat and I greedily take large lungfuls of air inbetween coughing and choking on it. 

I look up and catch sight of his back dissappearing through the same wall that he entered through. After 5minutes of just focusing on trying to get my breathing right again I drop my head forward, closing my eyes and try to control my frantically beating heart and shaking body.

"How could I ever forget that..." I whisper

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