Kill me, you know you want to.

Kill me, you know you want to. Chapter 3.

Chapter 3.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but it's urgent." I tell him apologetically into the phone. Harry sighs to himself, trying to calm down, probably.

"You're sorry? You're freaking sorry!" He shouts and I pull the phone away from my ear. The shouting lessens and I put it back to my ear, wincing slightly at the amount of cussing on the other line.

"It's a lot of money, Bethany. Who am I going to get to do it now?" He sighs, frustrated.

"Marcus!"I say after a few seconds of hesitation. "Marcus is great, he'll get it done easily."

"Marcus who?" He asks, slightly dumb-founded. Marcus, the guy who killed you niece by accident, that Marcus. I almost say but I push it back down.

"Marcus Hugh, he's amazing at what he does. And don't be put off by the incident last year, it seriously wasn't his fault." I explain, quickly. Someone coughs from behind me and I turn to see a annoyed Jacks, tapping his foot.

'Hurry up' He mouths and I nod, turning back to look out the window.

"Look Harry. Marcus is the only qualified person that you can get to do this on such short notice and I don't really care if he killed your niece, it was an accident! Get over it already." I shout. The line is silent but I know he's still here because of his hollow breathing. "I'll call you later, Harry." I finish as I slam my phone down on the table, making it snap in half.

"Wow, that was harsh." Jacks whispers, his eyes basically bulging out of their sockets.

"Close your mouth, you'll catch some flies." Is all I say to him before stuffing my pistol in my boot, slinging my bag over my shoulder and heading out.

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Jacks and I decide to travel separately. I had told him he could come with me on my private jet but he didn't seem up to the idea, saying that people would recognise him as the Presidents son. I guess he's right.

I sigh and lean my head on the window pane, looking out over a sea. Just seeing the waves crashing and lapping over each other makes my heart beat slow down and calms me down. I watch as some dolphins jump out of the water then arch back in.

Back in the good ol' days I would go to the sea for comfort. When Grandpa Joe died of cancer when I was seven, the sea was the first place I went for refuge. Just the freezing cold temperature of the Canadian (we lived in Canada before we moved to Washington and Dad got elected) water could wash all my troubles away. It was like my special place. A place no one would look for me and where no one would find me. Even when I was a child, I had wanted, immaturely, to be a pirate. The idea of waking up to the smell of salt water is a dream of mine. I guess that's why I bought a yot with my first pay check as an assassin.

The word 'Assassin' brings up terrible images to other people but to me its just a word. Like 'Super' or 'Flying'. A word. Simply a word. When I first got into the business, it was just a job that let me take out my frustrations on other people who deserved it. I used to beat my subjects to death, as horrible as that sounds, but it's true. But now, I guess I'm bored of it all. Having to fly to a different country every few days to be safe. Sure, I've made millions with what I do. But that doesn't mean shit if you don't have anyone to share it with. I can't settle down, someone will recognise me, so I just move about, like a zombie, just focusing on killing and getting by the days.

Now that I think about it, I am kind of like a zombie...Strange.

I crack a smile as one of the two pilots comes into my cabin.

"Hey Craig." I smile at him again as he slumps down beside me. Craig's dad is in the Mafia, so I know for sure that I can trust him. Anyway, we are kind of friends.  

"So, Washington DC, huh?" He asks with raised brows.

"Yup." I pop the P and he rolls his eyes.

"Sort of risky, don't you think?" He asks, frowning at me.

"Oh, shut up, will you? Why is everybody so concerned about me?" I ask him but he doesn't take it personally, knowing that my main trade mark is my angry outbursts.

"Because we care for you, Beth. We don't want to see you get hurt, or worst." He tells me. Somehow, I make myself believe that some people actually care for me, and don't want me dead like half the world.

I sigh and lean against him slightly, while getting on, telling him about my Dad's offer. He looks at me shocked once I'm finished but it slips with a sigh.

"You should take it, Beth." He says with a sad smile.

"Why do you sound so...sad?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"Never mind."

"No, tell me." I insist and he breaks.

"I won't be able to see you again, Beth. Your probably one of the three friends that I have that don't judge me for what my Dad does." He admits, blushing slightly.

"Aww Craig." I mock, putting my head on his shoulder.

"Don't joke about, Beth, this is serious. You won't be able to see some of your-" He pauses, thinking of a term.

"Assassin." I fill in the gap with a chuckle. "It's okay, you can say it."

"Okay, you won't be able to see any of your assassin friends. Or me. Or anybody you know for that matter." He finishes, looking away sadly.

"I didn't think about that.." I mumble. I've got a few assassin (not afraid to say it) friends who I look out for, and the other way around. It would be weird not being able to talk to them.

The jet that that moment to go through turbulence and I jerk to the side, nearly falling on Craig.

"I gotta go, check on Aston." He mutters, heading to the pilots cabin. I sigh and sink further into my seat. 

Maybe I'm making a mistake, maybe I'm not meant to be normal again. Maybe I'm meant to stay with my friends. The friends that would kill for me, literally. And even though I've only known them all for around a year, the world would seem so different without one of the phoning me up in the middle of the night from a call box in a different country, asking me for help.

I only have a few minutes to think about it before Craig comes in and announces that we'll be landing in a ten minutes.

I close my eyes and think. Can I really be that girl again? The girl who played guitar and would joke about with her friends? Or am I destined to be the killer? I guess what awaits me in Washington will be my answer.

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So, cliffhanger!!! .....Sorta...Anyways, thanks for reading. I've got this story all planned out in my head and can't wait for all the action to begin. In the next chapter you will be meeting her family! Whoo!

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