Blue iris's had caught to boy off guard. He had been around brown eyes for so long that he almost forgot other people had colored eyes. They complimented to the dark locks that fell above her shoulders. Her skin was pale it contrasted against her dark locks as well. Blue eyes narrowed on the boy before the gun shot rang through the building. Bouncing off each wall. A small smile on his face as his body hit to the floor.
"Targets out." Her words spoke through her com as she had slackened her arm back to her side. She would've preferred to spend her break at home. Nestled in her bed, with him curled up next to her. Some cheesy rom com playing in the back ground as she remembered every aspect of his face again. Christmas was supposed to be about sharing gifts with friends, enjoying small moments with people she cherished. Rather she was her Christmas here in some Turkish town killing people with small picks over their heads.
"Alright we'll be down in a second, there's one more target. Then we'll head back home." Kalypso's voice rang through the com as the girl had leaned out the window slightly. Arms rested comfortably on the window. The blues in her iris's had slowly grown wider as the sun had casted across her face. Her head placed gently against the window seal as she had taken in the view of the small town below her. The small empty town that had now been slaughtered like wild animals by them. She wondered how she had done things like this and still felt nothing for them. For their mere lives that had went undisturbed.
"Fay come on, Kaly's waiting for us." Malia spoke from the ground as Fay had looked down to the two older girls. She had slung her legs over the window seal climbing over the window. It was a short jump, her feet balancing back out on the soft dirt ground.
"Are we going home now?" Fay spoke as her eye laid on the man approaching them. To her he was the payer, the one who pays them for a job done.
"Good, they're all dead." As dark green and light blue eye had pierced through Fay as she had caught her breath. Two beautiful colors on a man who looked scarier then anything she had come across in her years. The way his smile upturned on his face had dropped a sick feeling in her gut. The long gashes across his face signifying he was a fighter at one point too.
"We just want the money." Kalypso's voice spoke monotoned. Fay's eyes had continued to scan over the man's features, the scars on his face had been gnarly, deeply burrowed into his skin. Something that wouldn't go away. She had thought about what could possibly happen to her, things like that scaring her forever like her arm. The arm she had tatted up to cover scars she didn't want to talk about. She had wondered if her friends would look at her differently if she had scars that couldn't be healed.
"The money's been transferred Phoenix. However that's such a horrendous name to go by now a day's Kalypso." The man's words had caused the front girl to tense up her shoulders. She wore a dark glare over her features. The wya her eyes had pierced the man would normally petrify a person. The dark brown eyes held a rage behind them while her arm had lifted. The gun was knocked out in a second as Kalypso ripped her hand back.
"You bastard." Kalypso had gripped onto her hand as Fay's eyes flickered to the men following up behind the man. She muttered a few cursed under her breath. Things unheard as she knew they would now be fighting against the payers, for their own prices.
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She had remembered vaguely how everything had ended, how she had hardly gotten out of that town alive. It had made her regret all the things she hadn't said to those she cared about. The thing she hadn't done yet in her short life. Her hand had hardly grazed across the door, she was never nervous in her life. Yet she stood on the front porch her hand shaking with nerves. She wasn't ready to knock yet. She had taken in a deep breath through her nose as she had finally lifted her hand back knocking on the door. She had let a short breath out counting to three before she had turned away from the door. Then she heard the door swing open behind her.
"Fay? I though you weren't going to be back for another couple days." Her stomach twisted in a sharp know, she wanted to run away now. She wanted to say forget it and let herself live with thing she hadn't done. Except she swallowed her pride, swallowed her fears as she had turned around. Light blue iris's locked with the much brighter much happier blue iris's. A color she once found herself hating because they reminded her of only herself. They reminded her of every moment she had looked in the mirror at someone she thought to be a monster. Now she found that it had been her favorite color. A color she saw when she thought of him, a color that only brought his face to her mind.
"I love you." The words slipped past her lips like something so foreign on her tongue. Three words she hadn't said to anyone, she had said the occasional love you's to friends, but she had never said 'I love you'. She found it meaningless for so many years. She stood a few feet away from him, hardly escaping the porch, feeling completely and utterly vulnerable to him. She felt as if she was jumping off a cliff for him. Risking everything, and yet she would do it again.
"What?" Her heart had skipped a beat. She had opened her mouth to speak but found herself crossing the way to him again. She found her hands looped around his neck, her fingered entangled in the hair on his head. The pale blonde locks that she had only placed to him. She had pushed herself up as she crashed her lips to his. She felt like something was controlling her, something that had wanted her to do this for months. Something she found she couldn't do, only something she let him do. She was like a little girl telling the first kid she had loved how she felt. Even if she wasn't the little girl this time, and this was the first time she had done this. She had pulled away slightly her eyes stayed closed a moment as she had caught her breath in the back of her throat. Ever so slowly she opened her eyes as she had let them lock with his again.
"Don't make me say it again, not yet. That was something I wasn't quite ready for." She spoke her voice hardly above a whisper as she had finally pulled away from him. Her arms unentangling themselves from him.
"I won't make you say it again." He spoke in a short whisper. Fay had tugged a small smile across her face as she had wore a different look to her eyes. An adoring look for someone that she never intended to care so deeply about.
"Anyways, at least you aren't dead. I'm home, now it's Princeton and Fay again." The girl states as she had stuffed her hands into her pockets as her eyes drifted away, before they slowly came back. The small girl that once stood their had now doubled in confidence as she had laughed.
"Hell yeah." He states as the girl had stepped past him into the house. A house she had grown comfortable in because of him.
"Kingsley home? Or Majesty? Because if not I say movie night, you wouldn't believe the mess I had to clean up two days ago. Really made me thank god for giving me the life I got." Fay states as she had stopped her walking to turn back to the boy who's smile was wide across his face. The girl matched it as she held her hand out it took him a few moments before his hand collided into hers. A shock wave had engulfed up her arm. Bringing a soothing feeling across her body. "Don't worry, I'll say it again one day. For now it's a distant memory of some words I can't quite figure out how to use."