Kill me, you know you want to.

Kill me, you know you want to. Chapter 1.

Chapter 1.

My legs ache as I push myself faster on the treadmill. Grinding my teeth together as the pain spreads down my legs, I run faster until I collapse in a heap on the floor.

"You really shouldn't run like that, Beth." Marcus advises me as I push myself off the floor, shaking myself off. He grips my waist with his free hand and helps me gain my balance.

"I'm fine, Marc. Just let me go again." I stumble out of his grip and fall onto the treadmill. He pulls me back into his sculpted chest with a chuckle.

"Oh no you don't." I sigh and fall into him, letting him support all my weight, not that I'm that heavy anyways.

"I need- I need-" I stutter. He passes me a cup of water and I gulp it greedily.

"Thanks..." I gasp for breath as I snap the cup in my hands. He looks at me disapprovingly and shakes his head. Marcus is a burly man, four years older than me with short black hair with a blonde stripe through it. His grey eyes study my aching legs and he bends down and starts to massage them.

"Come on, I'm okay." I insist, trying to shake him off but he shakes his head and grips tighter. His hands are like magic on my aching bones and muscles.

"Oh God.." I gasp as my muscles start to relax in the palm of his hands. Sometimes I wonder about him.

He stops after a few minutes and laughs at my face.

"You look like you've just had the best orgasm ever." He says and I punch his shoulder lightly.

"Ouch." He whispers, rubbing it lightly.

"Come on, I need a ride home." I laugh, pushing myself out of his lap and standing steadily on the ground. We walk out of the gym together and stand on the side walk as the rain starts to pound down on our backs.

"You hungry?" He asks.

"No, but you are." I laugh and he rolls his eyes.

"Come on, there's a place not to far from here." He replies, walking on in the rain. I look about the street before flipping my hood up and ducking into the safety that it portrayed.

We stop at a small cafe near the main street and walk in to be greeted by a young girl, maybe fifteen, sixteen. I try to walk past her but she blocks my way.

"Sorry, but your gonnna have to take your hood down." She mutters, looking down at the clip board in her hands and chewing her gum like a cow.

I sigh and push it down, revealing my flame coloured hair. She studies my features for a second before frowing.

"Do I know you?" She asks. Of course you do. I've been in all the papers for the past year. I've been named many things, from 'The assassin of the century' (which was a privilege) to 'Miss American Killer' which was personally my favourite because  I don't just kill in America, I've been to many other countries. But obviously, I don't say that to her, I just shake my head and mutter a barely audible 'no' before pushing past her. 

I find Marcus at a table and push in across from him.

"I hate Scotland.." I sigh and he frowns.

"Why?"

"They're just so nosy. It really gets on my nerves." I tell him as I pick up the menu and start to scan through it.

"Can I take your order?" someone voices and I look up to see the same girl.

"Can we have two cheese burgers and some fries, please?" Marcus asks the girl with a small smile. She nods and writes it down.

"I don't want a burger, Marc." I tell him with a frown. He turns back to me and sighs.