1~ My Gravity Is Searching For the Ground
I made sure that my sword had been imbedded into the man's throat before I looked up. I saw his eyes stop shining with fear and it is full with…nothing; it was dull. His grip around my neck went limp as his body fell down like a ragdoll, as if he was being held by strings in the first place. I checked his pulse for 30 seconds before sighing. I rolled my eyes in disgust at the 'sloshing' sound as I removed my sword from his throat. I grabbed the back of his jacket and wiped the blood before putting it back in it's sheathe. I saw that his once light blond hair was becoming awfully dark with blood, and blood was dripping quicker from his mouth; gravity can do such wonders in the world. I looked around his mini office space and sighed. I turned him upward with my foot, but it required more energy than I anticipated. This is what I get for killing an overweight man. I went into my pockets and found his wallet. I threw it over my shoulder before patting him down more thoroughly, ignoring the yelling protest in my head about how this was gross. I took off his show and felt what I needed; the key. I took off his sock, despite the smell, and took the key before stepping over his body to find some files. I slid the key into the lock and twisted it until I heard a familiar click. I ripped open the draws and try to find one file from this stack of papers.
"I see that you are not organized either, fat man." I said to him, already knowing his was dead, "Shame on you…"
I carefully looked at the file names, everything from Adenine triphospate to Zinc. I thought he was suppose to be a telemarketer; those annoying people. I took out all the files from the draw and saw a file carefully sealed and on the bottom. I grabbed it gently and read the file; "Building Layout." I also grabbed the "Security Protocols."
"I thank you for making my life a lot easier, John Hunnington. Your cooperation was greatly appreciated, even though you tried to kill me." I said, looking at the body, "See you aren't much of a talker anymore…" I was enjoying this a bit too much, and I had to leave; I wouldn't be surprised if Superman came at this second and knock me into space, "I don't feel like leaving possible leads to me, but I rather not carry your body to the dumpster and burn it to ashes…I do feel bad for the janitors though. Que c'est agaçant! (What a nusicance!)" I stopped as I made my way to the elevator and heard a small, high-pitch beep sound that it was hard to hear before, but since her adrenaline went up, it was clearer… Cops will be coming soon.
"No need to run." I muttered as I calmly, but surely, walked to the emergency exit and kicked the door opened. I looked up to the remaining stairs and then down…Which one seems faster… Downstairs seems faster so I will go up the stairs…I reached the rooftop and whistled; I am very high; so high that I might break my neck if I jump… I ran into a full sprint and used the railing as a boost as I made it across the building to the next one.
"Au Revoir. The Silencieux Loup strikes again."
I opened my eyes and felt someone tap my shoulder. I silently groaned and was ready to whip out my blade until I see a smiling old man that just made my heart melt. I looked outside once again and saw it was a blur; I am on a train.
"Ma'am." The man said as I returned my attention to him again once more, "Your ticket please?"
"Sorry; head in the clouds." I told him as he nodded politely. Old people, you gotta love them just until they bother you so much that you want to stuff a pillow in their face… that's how I feel. I went into my pocket and pulled out the red ticket and handed him and he gently took it with his aging hands and punched a hole through it effortlessly. He gave it back to me and tipped his hat before going to the row behind me. I reached into my duffle bag, careful to not to touch my blade and took out my phone and dialed a few numbers. I pressed it to my ear and closed my eyes.
"…H-hello?" I heard the voice asks before I heard a loud yawn, "Who is it?" Veronica; my caretaker you could say.
"Good morning, V." I said as I heard her take a sharp intake of air.
"Good morning; that's all you have to say, good morning? You didn't even call me yesterday!" She shouted as I winced at the volume of her voice. She is fully awake now, "You brat! Y-you didn't call yesterday…"
"Veronica, relax. I'm fine, and I can't get distracted on the job. I'm your sister not your long lost lover." I said as she chuckled a bit, "Is everything fine over there?"
"Yeah, I just paid the landlord and fill the refrigerator with food yesterday. Work is coming more boring, but I will manage. How your work going, if you call that work." She said as I rolled my eyes. She knows of my work, killing people and such, and yet she still does agree with it, even though it's a common result, "Your work is pointless."
"I could say the same for you. I'm helping the world by getting rid of those who are in the way. Kill and save many. That is the Eagle Oath." I told to her as she sighed, "I'm sorry if my job isn't what you expect Ms. I-have-the-perfect-job-in-the-world. Your job is pointless, pencil pusher." I felt glares on me since I was raising my voice, no doubt, "My job needs me. I am their most important asset, not to mention I have the looks, talent, and I am the best of the best, no doubt."
"You are such a narcissist." She muttered as I chuckled because it was slightly true.
"You are such a downer. When I get home, depending if you want to pick me up two hours from now, can you make me food. Train food smells terrible and so is the taste." I whined as I felt the chair behind me being kicked, "Hold on for a moment." I turned around and saw a middle-age woman in a formal business suit; brown hair and eyes, "Why are you kicking my chair?"
"You were talking loudly and I really can't stand brats like you who talk so loud like they have the right, and I am reading; stay quiet." She said in a strict voice.
"Well, I can see that you're finally in your mid-life crisis and about to have gray hair. Bother me one more time, just ONCE more, and I'll give you something else to worry about. It would be a shame if somehow; your hair was cut off… Leave me alone, old hag." I muttered and turned back in my seat, "Yes?"
"Were you back-sassing someone?" Veronica demanded as I rolled my eyes.
"The lady deserved it, saying that I was too loud-" The owner of the chair in front of me gave me a glare before putting his seat down, "Hold on, V. I got more business to attend too."
"H-hey! Stop picking fights with-" I ended the call.
"Look who came back!" Veronica chirped as she started to waltz towards me and embraced me. I chuckled slightly and wrapped my arms around her waist and smiled; it's good to feel loved. She pulled back and picked up my duffel back that was to my right. I followed her to her BMW. I slid right into the passenger seat and relaxed into the leather seat and the air conditioner. It was better than the weather in Kentucky; it was too warm when I did my assignment.
"Did you enjoy your trip, I tried to order first class for you, but it was short notice that-"
"Veronica, it was fine in economy. It wasn't perfect, but I was satisfied with the seat, but not with the people that were around me." I said, closing my eyes and put my hands behind my back, "It was bored."
"You mean boring?" She corrected me as I opened my one and glared at her.
"Mon Dieu! (Oh God!) Don't correct me." I muttered and sighed, "How's work at that…company? And how's your boss?"
"You mean ?"
"Yeah, him…He's such a pest." I said, waving my dramatically, "Not to mention he's a pig! God, did you see him at last year banquet; the chef practically kicked him out!"
"Don't say that." Veronica scolded and turned the ignition on by her key, "But it's true."
"Oh, so very true." I muttered and went into the glove compartment to get out my mp3 and headphones; big ones. I enclosed them around my ear as the outside world sounded fuzzy. I pressed the shape that looked like a Triangle that it turned to the right and let myself melt with the music.
"Hey, Elizabeth Taylor-"
"Just because I have purple eyes doesn't mean I am that old lady." I sneered as Veronica gave me a smirk, "Stop that face, it makes my brain hurt." I looked at our house and shrugged; nothing new. Sparkling window, light blue painted of the exterior of the house, a water fountain, pool, and a large parking garage…Nothing new. I was about to walk in the house until Veronica stopped me at the stairs with her body.
"Speaking of brains being hurt." She started her frowning ceasing into a thin line, "Did you finish your homework?"
'Think of a well-developed lie.' I told myself, 'It should have some truth, but not a lot, midsections', and many possible scenarios. It should be condense, but not too much that its over the top, and do it fast because she will gave you a evil glare and won't feed you.'
"No…" Those words slipped from my mouth…I'm stupid and screwed.
"And why not?" Veronica asked in a stern manner, crossing her arms, "You promised me that you would work on your school work." I chuckled slightly and pushed past her gently and opened the door. Marble floor, glass tables, everything seem perfect and in order…just like Veronica. Veronica Fáire; mother and sister, but mostly sister. She has brown locks and green eyes. She stands at 5'5 in a firm stance and an attitude that was bittersweet, only if you treat her right. She is the secretary of…I forgot her job name, but she works for a fat Whinton who is practically giving her checks that is worth every bill in the house for a good week or three.
She adopted me when I was only 11 and she was…21, and since I am 15 now…she is 25. I don't remember what had happened before that, but only being in the Eagle Oath. Doctors' said I have Amnesia, and I really don't mind. If I remember what happened in the past and meet my real parents, everything I did with Veronica would fade away. I'd rather not let go of those precious memories. The Eagle Oath was a problem. I found a tattoo on my right arm when I was 11 once… I later found out that I am part of this…League to protect the world by killing a few, if that made sense. Veronica freaked out when I told her about it, but she kept her mouth quiet and made no references it to anyone.
"Viktorya Fáire! Are you listening to me?" V asked, staring me down…Not good.
"Of course, who do you take me for?" I asked, shrugging my arms.
"Oh yeah, then what did I say?" …lie…
"You mentioned on how you are going to put pink nail polish on your nails, toes, and the rest in your throat, not to mention toenails…" I said with a straight face.
"…Lucky guess…"
"Wow…Lady Luck is on my side."
"'Use the distributive property to multiply 2x-3 by 4'…Okay, this is dumb…" I muttered and wrote down 'y2+2y-3'. Math is a terrible punishment to all kids… When are we going to use it? Never I say, never! Physics was fun…Velocity and all those good stuff. German class is okay, not what I wanted to take, but I would take this class over again than Spanish. I slumped even more into my green beanbag chair. The carpet was a warm blue and the walls were filled with posters of movies, bands, etc. I had a queen size bed since, quoted by Veronica, 'I move around like a monkey in the jungle'…Layman's term, I move too much on the bed and fall off. It was silky sheets and a furry black sheet to cover me.
"I'm not doing any more homework." I muttered and threw the sheets of paper onto my bed. I straighten myself out and walked out of my room to the living room; TV and all. I plopped onto the couch and turned the TV on with the remote at my side. I groaned and rolled my eyes as the channel was on the news and it was probably about me.
"Report from Kentucky. 23 year old employee worker, Jonathan Hunnington was reportedly dead last night around midnight by a mysterious assailant. The Police and FBI joined their tasks together and made the presumption that the assassin, Silencieux Loup, also known as Silent Wolf, had killed Mr. Hunnington. The Silent Wolf seems the most possible suspect since he was linked to other crimes in Utah, Kentucky, and even Louisiana. He-"
"What the hell?" I shouted, standing up and glaring at the TV, "You guys are so stupid!"
"Vik, what's wrong?" Veronica asked, appearing from the kitchen with a brown rag in her hand.
"The police and FBI think that I am a man! Sexist, arrogant, fat jerks!" I said, going back and forth, waving my hands.
"What are you going to do? You can't just go in there and say, 'Hey, I'm actually the Silent Wolf and I am a lady!' I don't need the government on my butt." She said and walked back to the kitchen, "Get over it and move on!"
"That's easy for you to say." I muttered and went back on the couch. I changed the channel to Cartoon network and smiled; best thing to relieve stress. I heard V's footsteps coming closer and smelled the most…intoxicating thing ever.
"Here is your Ravioli and Pasta with garlic bread on the side." She said, putting the plate on the glass table and put a plate for herself, "So, the news…That was the man you-"
"Yeah, but I really don't feel grief at the moment. My stomach is a louder speaker than my mind." I said and took the fork from her, "Thanks." I put some of its contents in my mouth and moaned, Heaven, "This is really good."
"I do try…" She said and looked up at me, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Shoot." I said, licking my lips to remove the red pasta sauce around my mouth.
"How many people are in the…Eagle Oath?" She asked as I stopped in mid-air and stared at her, "What?"
"Why do you want to know?" I asked, putting my fork down and looked at her, trying to figure out her angle.
"I am just curious about it." She said with a simple shrug; sure you are…
"Let's see… about a dozen, including me…but that's only in my division. There are other small groups that branches from our own so I cannot be sure, but there are 12 main people… Satisfied?" I asked, a bit annoyed on why she asked.
"Shouldn't I be the one to ask you that? You were practically inhaling your food." Veronica said as I rolled my eyes. Veronica grabbed the remote that was on the floor from my rant and changed the channel back to the news.
"Hey, I was watching that." I whined as she smirked, "…Fine, go watch your stupid news." I looked at the TV and smiled a bit.
"Once again, the justice league has saved the day! In a miraculous attempt to save a cruise line from going into a whirlpool, the Green Lantern and Superman had-"
"I kill one, I save thousands. They kill no one and save millions… My job just seems more and more depressing…" I said as V slightly chuckled.
"Why don't you just quit. Do you really enjoy killing those innocent people?" Veronica asked as I sighed and lay on the floor and rubbed my stomach, "Don't you have the freedom-"
"I can't quit because of the punishments, it depends on how the mission turns out and no, I do not have the freedom. I am not going crazy over the idea of killing someone, but it almost gives me a sense of justice that maybe I am saving people; Almost. Truth feels like I am being used to my limits and will be disposed of if I can complete my mission. I enjoy fighting, yes, but I feel like seeing the person again in my lifetime and fight again…" I explained, crossing my arms, "I won't mind killing terrible criminals."
"What a bittersweet speech…So, do you plan to quit?" She asked as I sighed and rubbed my temples and chuckled.
"That means torture and suicide missions." I said to her, rolling onto my stomach.
"Then just quit and disappear out of the country!" She shouted and crossed my arms, 'You are being stubborn."
"I couldn't do that…I would have to leave you behind."