Dark Assassin [COMPLETED]

Chapter 10

Ivy

"I'm listening. Now talk." I say as I stare straight into her eyes.

"My name is Rhonda Beauchamp and I am the founder of the Phoenix Agency." She begins.

"Are you central intelligence?" I ask her.

"No. We are more of an NGO but we serve a similar purpose." She replies. "We take down the bad guys and protect the innocents. Albeit, we are unbiased and have no political affiliation whatsoever."

"What's that got to do with me?" I inquire.

"Well you have been placed under my protection. Given you are the innocent in this situation, my values and beliefs are not in anyways compromised." She says.

"Yeah, about that. What's your relationship with Don? Earlier, you called him Fox. What does that mean?" I ask.

"You have nothing to fear, my dear. I have no relationship with him." She replies with a laugh.

My cheeks turn crimson. Great, Ivy. Way to play the jealous girlfriend card.

"I've simply been trying to recruit him for my agency. He has skills that would be quite helpful." She continues. "In his line of work you can't trust people with your real name. You use code names when transacting with other. Fox is his."

"And about him trying to kill me. You insinuated it wasn't by his own will." I say. "What did you mean by that?"

"Tell me what you know of hypnosis?" She asks.

"Not much. I know it usually involves someone being rendered sightly unconscious." I respond.

"Hypnosis is a human condition involving focused attention, reduced peripheral awareness, and an enhanced capacity to respond to suggestion." She says. "Some years ago, my team developed a drug. A hynopnotic. One that was meant to make our interrogations much less difficult. Unfortunately, over six months ago, that formula was stolen and sold by one of my most trusted agents to a sinister man. Alistair Lundy."

"I remember that name. He was Don’s stepfather." I immediately say.

"Interesting. How much do you know about this story?" She asks with a slight grin.

"Not much." I lie.

I'm a terrible liar. Of course I'm a terrible liar. Aren't all Geminis? She narrows her eyes at me. She knows I'm lying but she decides to play along.

"Alistair Lundy is an evil man, Miss Summers. He often likes to remind everyone of this." She begins. "See, Donniel is not an assassin by choice. His stepfather made him into what he is today. He has tried to get away from him and most of the time he has succeeded. So Lundy decided to step up his game. He stole my formula, tweaked it and turned it into a weapon. Now the chemical doesn't hypnotise people into spilling their guts out. It forces them to succumb to the will and control of --- well I suppose the first person you come into contact with once its effects start to kick in."

"So... He's being controlled?" I ask.

I don't show it but this is music to my ears. Of course he's being controlled! He'd never intentionally try to kill me. He has held a gun to my head once but kill me? I knew deep down he'd never. What's this? you ask. Oh Ivy, you can't drop such a bombshell and then move on as if nothing happened. Fine, fine. I'll the story of how I met this mysterious and intimidatingly hot man.

8 months ago

It was a pleasant Monday afternoon. My dance practice had gone by perfectly. Of course if your definition of perfect includes me telling off our particularly snarly and bitch of an instructor. I don't know what it was with that woman. Why, of 15 dancers, did she always pick on me? She was always telling me off. Complaining about my hair. My skin. My pirouettes and my Chassé.

Gosh, it was enough to make me gorge my eyes out. So, yeah, I chose the less grisly option and told her to leave me the F along because if she didn't, I would pirouette on her flat as a board tush.

It had felt good. Like I had finally let out some steam. Unfortunately, it meant I had to get my ass a new dance instructor. Damn it, Ivy. You just had to be so emotional. Not that I wasn't elated. I was SO elated. Telling off a bully does that to a person. I was in mental glee, hugging myself in joy. All that.
I was not depressed or thinking about how bad this could be for my rep. No. I was on cloud nine as I unlocked my car and took my place by the driver's seat. Of course that was until I felt something cold press into the back of my head.

"Not a sound." He had said.

Three words. Yet they had weighed heavily on me with the threat they carried. Lord no. This had to be karma. I had told off Sabina (my instructor) and now the universe was punishing me by letting me get mugged.

"I'm not going to hurt you as long as you cooperate." He had said calmly.

"Sure. But you are still going to rob me." I have retorted sarcastically.

"Trust me, that is the last thing on my mind." He had replied.

I could actually feel his smile. He was laughing at me.

"Funny. You're holding a gun to my head. If you're not going to rob me, why as you here? Unless it's to kill me." I said to him.

The confidence I was showing was absurd. You would never guess I had a gun to the back of my head.

"My --- associate and I require a ride." He replied. "You're going to give us one."

"Couldn't you, I don't know, call an Uber like normal people?" I ask him in defiance.

"You forget one thing. I have a gun. I'm the one who asks the questions and if I tell you to give us a ride, you will damn well give us..." He began in an icy tone.

This day was also the day I had met Celeste. At that moment, she had come running and jumped into my car.

"We need to get out of here now! That guard was pretty pissed." She said even though she was practically hyperventilating.
That's when she took in the scene in front of her.

"What the hell?" She exclaimed in shock. "What the hell are you doing, you psycho? You told me you had our get away car sorted. I didn't know you were gonna hold some innocent woman at gun point!"

"Well we don't exactly have other options." He replied.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Couldn't you have just gotten us a car of our own, you crazy delinquent?" She screamed.

"Do you know how to drive?" He asked her.

"Well, no but..." She began.

"I have to keep the tails off our back and you can't exactly drive." He said matter of factly.

He then turned to me.

"Speaking of tails. Drive" he said.
His voice had lost the venom it had possessed slightly before she had jumped into the car