Till Deceived Do We Part

Loud music immediately hit my ears and I was soon lost in a crowd of people. I quickly shoved my gun back into it’s holder, out of sight but still in reach. I then hurried in the crowd, once again thankful for the clothes Jake had made for me. It was a tight fitting black long sleeve with a slight v cut and just plain black sweats which looked like jeans on the outside. But my favorite part of the outfit would have to be the blood absorbing part. And it only absorbed blood. For if it was too rain, I wouldn’t blow up like a blowfish, it wouldn’t have any effect. Actually, it would block the rain from getting me wet and keep me warm.

I quickly walked further into the crowd, ignoring the pain in my arm and other areas. I had to blend in, or semi blend. I glanced backwards, desperately hoping there were no guards, and to my utter relief, there weren’t. I let out a sigh and turned around just as I collided with something hard. My hand instinctively went for my gun but when my eyes snapped upwards, I didn’t find myself against a guard. Instead I found myself against a guy who was staring apologetic at me.

He had a well structured face with high cheek bones. His eyes looked like they held happiness and they held the colour of a bright, neo like, green. He had dark brown hair that was slightly long, but not past his ears. I could also tell that how the shirt hugged his body, that he was toned. Maybe not up to Jakes or Flints or Zanes level, but still good for a commoner.

Something about him stuck out though. As soon as I saw his face, I knew I wouldn’t be forgetting it soon which bugged me. I’ve never remembered a face before, and I didn’t want to start now.

I tore my eyes away from him and went to turn but he grabbed my wrist. It took all my will power not to punch him in the face, but I managed not to. I was trying to blend in until I had a clear shot at my target. I would wait all night if I had to.

I looked back at him, my eyes showing a little bit of anger. He was staring at me with a small smile on his face. What shocked me though was how he didn’t seem to be checking out my body... or staring at my chest. It’s hard nowadays to find a good looking guy that doesn’t stare at your breasts every time you’re near.

"Didn’t see you there, sorry." He said. He also had an accent, but unlike the fat man, it suited him... well. I couldn’t help but smile slightly at the way he spoke, he just seemed so... innocent? "How about a drink on me? I should be getting back there anyways." He said, and before I answered he began to weave himself through the crowd towards the bars, still holding my arm. For some reason, I let him.

He soon pushed me towards a stool before hopping over and turning back to me, resting his elbows on the bar and smiling widely at her. I couldn’t help but notice his perfect teeth. I quickly pushed that thought out of my head and was ready to stand and he spoke; again.

"So what do you want? It’s on me." Before I could answer his eyes twinkled and he grabbed a martini glass and began to make one, leaving me with my jaw open. I had never had a guy not even bother to wait for my response, but then again, all the guys I knew, knew what I could do with a gun... and a dagger for that matter. The dagger concept tended to scare them more, but I won’t get into that.

Soon the glass was put in front of me and I couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t given the girls in the tight mini skirts a free drink. Probably already had... or maybe he thought he stood a better chance with me? Psh. Didn’t matter anyways, as soon as the kill was over, I would never see him again. Good riddance.

I stared at the red martini in front of me before downing it in one gulp, leaving the guy with his jaw slightly open. But then he did something I did not expect, he threw back his head and laughed. He laughed... at me... in public... while I was armed...

But for some reason, I didn’t find the urge to throttle him. I actually found myself smiling back, despite all of the warning signals in my head. What was happening to me? I quickly stood up but when his voice hit my ears I found myself frozen before looking at him.

"Can I have your name?" I stared at him for a moment, debating with myself. It would risk my life. But he asked so cutely. UGH! What was happening to me?

"Andrayka," I found myself saying before I could stop myself. It wouldn’t matter if he knew. Everyone at the base called me Drake, since I always acted like a guy, or Dray when I pissed them off. But Dray annoyed the hell out of me, it sounded too girly.

I turned quickly and hurried away. I shouldn’t get involved with anyone. Not that I had ever thought about it... but something about that mans face stuck out. And it scared me, I wasn’t use to this feeling.

I snapped out my trance when I noticed guards now circling the place looking around for me. I quickly ducked down and headed for the back door. As long as he didn’t have anymore, there couldn’t be more than three left with him. I could handle those odds if I acted quick.

Somehow, no idea how, I managed to make my way to the back door without them noticing me. I took a deep calming breath before pushing the image of the bar man out of my head. I pushed open the door and jumped out quickly, firing at the first black figure I saw. He went down as the door slammed shut behind me, blocking out the blaring music.

There was only one other guard there who had slammed me against the wall in a heartbeat. His hand wrapped tightly around my throat causing me to gasp and his whole body pressed against mine so that I couldn’t move. My head was tilted somewhat upwards, making me stare into his face. He looked pissed off, and I could understand that. I just killed his companion. But I held no sympathy for the guy. None at all. And if I didn’t find a way out of this little situation fast, I would end up with a bullet in my head.

I could feel the air leaving my lungs fast and I struggled to keep the black out of my vision. He tightened his grip and snarled, but the fat man broke his glare at me when he spoke. The man holding me turned but didn’t let his guard down. Shoot, I was hoping he would.

"I want to do the kill." I couldn’t help but scowl. I didn’t want to die at the hands of him. The guard who was holding my throat nodded and handed one of his guns to the fat man. I had to act now. Not only was I feeling dizzy, but I was about to die.
My mind quickly searched for a way to get out from his grip. What could I use? Gun? No, in holder. Arms? He had them pinned. Daggers? No, they were in their holders too. Damn... legs? My legs still could move.

I smiled despite myself before wrapping my legs around one of his and yanking forward. Even though his body had been pressed against mine, he still lost his composure, which was enough for me. I then let go of his leg, quickly mind you, and kicked forward, sending him stumbling. He pulled his other gun up as soon as his grip had loosened, but it was too late. I had wrenched his grip off and ducked, rolled and pulled out my gun. I shot three times at the guy and watched as his eyes went wide before they rolled into the back of his head. He then fell to the ground with a soft thud. I then turned to the fat man who was staring, jaw open at his last dead guard. He then turned to me.

"W-what do you want? Money? Land? Any-" he was shut up as I pointed my gun at his temple and smiled menacingly. His face was pale and sweaty as he tried to think of a way to save himself. Stupid man. Forgot he had a more powerful gun in his hands, but then again, I doubted he knew how to use to. At that thought, the gun fell from his sweaty hands onto the ground, letting out a string of bullets as it set off.

I jumped and landed closer to him, glaring daggers at him. He seemed to just realize that he had a gun and dove for it, but I cut him short by firing a bullet. It hit him in the temple, freezing him in his tracks. A small dribble of blood came out as he swayed. I then shot him once to the neck and once to the stomach. I had turned and ran before he hit the ground, my feet barely making any noise.

I kept running and running with no difficulty until I was finally out of breath. And I’ll tell you, that was hard to happen to me. I then pulled out my cell and hit Jake’s contact information. I heard it ring once, twice...

Come on Jake pick up the phone! He had made it a rule that you send for a ride for it would be safer. The drivers knew how to loose someone who was following, and Jake didn’t want to explain how to, to everyone.

"This better be good?" There was a slight pause of Jake’s voice. "Who is this?"

"Drake, you moron. Now send me a car at..." I looked around to decipher where I was. I was at the main park... didn’t know I ran that far. Ah well, it’s good exercise. "The main park." I waited for a response and soon got one.

"Drake? You switched phones again? Fine, one’s on its way." With that he hung up. He was probably dying to know what happened, but he knew better then to say anything. Anyone could be listening.

I shoved the phone in my pocket and closed my eyes for a moment, letting out a deep breath. The image of the man immediately met my eyes causing me to snap them back open, my breathing deep. I tried to forget about him, but something was pulling me towards him and it scared me. Just as I was about to scream in frustration, a black car came around the corner. I glanced at the license plates before walking off of the grass and towards the road. The car screeched to a stop and I got in the passenger seat. I buckled up and looked out the window, trying to distract my mind that had once again wandered back to that man.

In next to no time, thanks to my speeding driver, we were pulling up to the compound. I let out a deep sigh, now to get through the guards and up the long winding driveway. Fun! Note my sarcasm.

The car stopped when we reached the actual entrance to the driveway. The base had huge electrical fences all around it, and this was the only opening. But it had high steeled bars and usually at least five guards working it. They were trained only to let in those Jake had said in, and if someone had shown up without Jakes’s knowing, either they would kill them or call Jake and ask about it. Security was tight. Very tight, Jake had even gotten his best man, me included in that count, to try and break in. None succeeded, but I did manage it part way up the electrical fence... don’t ask how, I’m still trying to forget the shocks.

The driver rolled down the window and I saw one of the guards glance at him then me. I shot him a glare, I hated all of Jake’s guards. They degraded me every time I’m near. They think girls are useless and all of that... heck, the whole base used to think that before I started working there. The guards though, the guards are thick headed. Jake usually gets mad at them when they raz me, but they don’t stop. I always said that a bullet through their thick skulls would do it, but Jake would only chuckle and say maybe next time... I heard that about twenty times now.

The guard smiled at the driver than frowned at me, rolling his eyes. He then backed up and opened the gate. The driver went through, keeping at the slow speed Jake insisted on once inside. I let out a deep irritated sigh before just opening the door and jumping out. I could run faster than the limit, and I proved myself right.

I beat the car to the front of the driveway by at least five minutes. I smiled before turning to the actually base. It was huge. It looked like a mansion, and inside it was like one. Just not like one of those fancy ones. Instead of tapestries and fancy chandeliers, we had weapons and portraits of fighting, weapons and anything in that general genre. I loved the base though, it was like home. It was home to me.

I reached the front door and put my hand on the scanner. It scanned, tickling my palm like usual before the eye detector popped out. I rolled my eyes in annoyance before sticking my eye to it and letting it scan. Once finished, the door popped open and I walked in.

The main entrance was huge. It had a really high ceiling which had flails hanging from it, dangerous much? Not really, once I had bet Zane that I could knock down more than him. No one won the bet, for we couldn’t get any down. Zane had asked Jake how they stayed up, but he merely smiled and said it as magic. Magic my ass.

I ignored all of the pictures of high tech weapons and walked straight to the main room. Well, that’s what I call it. It’s the room that has a huge table, for when we need to conference, and a lot of couches, chairs and small tables just for hanging out. That was where Jake was usually, and usually Flint and Zane were there too. Zane I could stand, even though he got on my nerves a lot, but Flint... Flint annoyed the shit out of. He was the one who had been the worst to me for my screw up.

I pushed the door to it open and walked in, welcoming the warmth the fire was making off. I hadn’t even realized I was cold. Jake was there, as was Flint and Zane and a few more guys, but I didn’t really pay attention to them.

Jake was 35, considerably older than us, but still one of us. It was like he was one of our closest friends. He, however, was closer to us three; everyone knew it. He was the leader of our little assassin group, and he didn’t get there easily. He was over 6'0 and had short brown hair. His eyes were a very light green, almost grey.

Then there was Flint who was Jake’s right hand man. Mainly it meant that if he couldn’t decide on something, he’d go to Flint. Flint may annoy me a lot, but he was smart. He knew what he was doing and he deserved that position. He was twenty and had short brown spiked hair. His eyes were hazel.

Zane was nineteen. He was like a brother to me, maybe because we grew up together. But I’ll get to that later. Zane is one of Jake’s best men for missions, and everyone knows it. Zane can kill easier than anyone and out think almost everyone, besides Flint. He has dirty blonde hair that is in a messy style but it doesn’t pass his ears. He has bright blue eyes that hold so much life, which is ironic since he kills people.

Then there’s me. Sweet ol’ me. I’m eighteen. I have blonde hair, much to my dismay. I was going to dye it black one time, but Jake practically blew out my brains for the thought. I had styled, which surprised a lot of people at the base since I wasn’t girly. It reached my shoulders and had layers in it. And the light streaks in it had nothing to do with me, I would never do something that girly. That was all natural, once again to my dismay. My eyes... well my eyes were like Zane’s. Only brighter. I had the brightest blue eyes ever, but they were cold. My glare could even scare Jake, and that was saying something.

When I was little, I think three, some men had broken into my house since my parents were kinda rich. My parents had woken up and well... they were murdered. I cried like mad, but they didn’t kill me. They didn’t touch me or even threaten me. Instead they left me in the house... that they set on fire. Cruel, eh? Even I wouldn’t kill a kid. That was where I drew the line. But fortunately for me, Jake, who had been twenty at the time, had seen the house on fire and somehow managed to save me. He had taken me back to the base and was going to find an orphanage for me to go to, but after a week he realized my potential.

The first few days I was pushed around like crazy. For Flint and a lot of other kids were also there, slowly training to become assassins, so I wasn’t the only young one. But after a few days of getting pushed around I snapped. I had grabbed a lamp and hit a little boy over the head with it until he was bloody and crying... and begging for me to stop. So I did. But Jake had saw it all and saw that I wasn’t a little princess like he had thought. Zane had also been there and saw what I could do, but he was never afraid of me for some reason... but I was never afraid of him either. It was like a mutual thing.

Jake looked at me and smiled. Flint looked at me and made his fingers into a fake gun and shot himself in the head, mimicking me getting shot in the head. I shot him a glare before glancing at Zane who was staring at me, curiosity and relief in his eyes.

"And here I though I would never see you again." Zane said, smiling slightly.

"Here I was hoping." Mumbled Flint, earning a punch in the arm from Zane. Zane may pick on me a lot, but like I said, he was like a brother. He often stood up for me. But he had also bugged me about my screw up which I wouldn’t forget. "So, how far along did you get before you ran back with your tail between your legs?" I rolled my eyes before throwing myself down in a chair. I glanced at Jake who was waiting patiently for me to explain. I smiled before I spoke,

"He’s dead." I had a huge smile on my face now at the look on Flint’s face. His jaw was open before he finally shook his head, mumbling no and impossible. I just smiled wider and continued. "The guards were the real threat, right? It would have been helpful if you told me about them sooner." I said, a bit bitter. I shot Jake a look who immediately defended himself.

"You left before I could finish, your fault there." I frowned. He had me there. Stupid Jake. "So, he’s really dead?" Asked Jake leaning forward now, surveying me with his eyes. They then landed on my neck for a second before he frowned. I probably had huge bruises forming there from that one guys grip.
"Yes, he’s dead." Zane laughed now before putting his hand on Flints back and patting it.

"Pay up dude, that’s three hundred if you forgot." Flint was scowling deeply as my jaw drop. They bet on me?! Before I could show my anger, Jake spoke.

"Drake, mind telling the details? I’m sure we’d all," he glanced at Flint with a twinkle in his eyes, "love to know how you managed it."

Flint was still scowling as I finished my story, though I left out the details of the weird feelings around that one man. And the fact that I gave him my name... I left out those for obvious reasons.

"Congratulations Drake, you did a really good job." Said Jake, and I couldn’t help but smile. A compliment from Jake wasn’t easy to come by, so it really meant something. I then turned to Flint who was still frowning.

"Don’t get too cocky, Dray, it was just dumb luck." I rolled my eyes at him and turned to Zane who was staring at me. He gave me a weak smile before mumbling something to Jake, who nodded and stood up. I frowned as Zane also stood up, shooting Flint a look who then stood up also, looking annoyed. I eyed them all before Jake glanced in my direction.

"We have some business to attend to, Andrayka, but once again I congratulate you. Now go get some rest, and feel free to indulge in the spas, no need to worry about the heat straining your muscles, for tomorrow you have the day off." With that he had left. I stared slightly confused. Had they just ditched me? And why wasn’t I included in their business?

I stood there for a moment or longer before I finally just pushed it out of my head. If they didn’t want to include me, it was their loss... and I would figure it out sooner or later. Sooner being the main idea. But right now, I was going to take up Jake’s offer of going to the spa. Sure I hated girly things, but spas did wonders on aching muscles and bullet wounds. I should probably tend to those...