Scion

4. The Missing Target

Sonny^
Harper's POV

I had been visiting the little coffee shop every day, it had become a ritual. Going into the little shop ordering a hot chocolate and sitting down.

I had learned the cute boy's name was Brooklyn after he one day sat with me at my booth after his shift (this soon became a tradition as well). I'd also learned that he spoke a lot.

Brooklyn told me that he worked at the little shop to help his mother with the bills, and that he really wanted to go to university, and would as soon as he'd earn yet enough to support both his mother and his dreams.  He'd told me that he had two jobs but
'Smol Bean' was his favorite.

The boy's ambition was such a welcome surprise. I loved how he wanted normal things, had normal hopes and dreams. So when I was with him I grasped at his normality, and tried to keep it for my own. It was refreshing to meet someone like him.

Brooklyn obviously asked about my life, my family, my goals, so I told him. Granted, everything I did tell him was a complete lie, but it was better that way.

I told him I was about to go off to university and study criminal justice, ironic. When he asked about my family I told him that I was an only child and both my parents had died when I was young.

As soon as I'd said that he frowned, continuously, apologizing for my loss as if it would change anything.  I admired him for that.

Being with Brooklyn helped me relax but I needed to focus on the target.

I'd managed to obtain a picture of the illusive   Sonny Robertson and even found his childhood home after about a week of detective work. Not very useful but I thought it was better than nothing. 

I needed more, this man was so hard to find. His childhood home could be useful though I thought. Someone in the area could know where he currently lived.

Deciding to stake out his old house I quickly got changed. Wearing an all black suit and some boots I made sure I had at least a few guns on me and hid some knives in some unexpected places. I always carried firearms but something told me that tonight was going to be eventful and I was going to need more than usual.
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I'd just scaled the building across from the Target's home and I already wanted to go home. It was a dark building.

The grass in the front garden was dead and the paint was peeling off of the front. It was disused and in disrepair because of it. Slowly I settled in for a long night, not expecting for Sonny to actually show.

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At about 1am I woke up from a nap I didn't even know I'd taken. The harsh air biting at my nose and whipping through my hair. This was pointless, if I was ever going to find this guy it wouldn't be sitting outside a house that no one has been in in years.

I stood up to leave gathering my things that had and slowly rising, but just as I turned to leave I heard the cock of a regular loaded Glock 19 behind me. The cool metal suddenly resting behind my head sending shivers down my spine.

'I heard you've been looking for me' the voice was deep, manly and as I slowly turned towards him. A risky move, but something told me he wouldn't fire, yet.

When I'd turned I took in his appearance. He was dark but light. He had dark curly hair and stark hazel eyes. One thing I noticed about him was his height, he was at least 6 foot if not taller. However the whole time I stared at him he held a gun to my face hand tensed ready to pull the trigger.

His face did not reflect that of a cold hard killer though. Instead he stared at me with his head tilted to the side, like a puppy.

' James Harper Dark, I could kill you right now, kill you like you killed the only family I'd ever known.'  I saw a flash of emotion behind his curious expression.

I decided against replying to his statement, out of guilt and my desire survive. I slowly inched my hand towards the gun on my hip. Keeping my eyes on his so that he wouldn't notice.  He carried on speaking,
'Pity. You're cute. I might even feel bad for this.'

The words made me stop, it was as if time stopped.  I watched his face contort as he pulled the trigger, his arm tensed and his feet planted firmly on the floor to absorb the impact.
I heard the gun go off and I felt the bullet bury itself in my chest, and suddenly time sped up again and I flew off of the side of the building. The world went dark and soon I couldn't hear or see or even feel.

One thing I knew was that I was smiling, it was simpler this way, I deserved death.  Happy in the knowledge that the last thing that I'd ever see was a cute, unbelievably tall, criminal.