Author: Skytate17

Title: A Violent Tango

Summary: Bridge is an aspiring musician struggling to make ends meet. He turns to alcohol to solve all his problems and selling illegal substances to make enough money to get by. Sky is the complete opposite. He's an assassin who gets paid for killing unworthy people, and has earned wealth and money from his job. Everything changes when Sky meets Bridge, and Bridge becomes the only thing between Sky and his job.


Chapter Three

Bridge Carson awoke in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar place, with a pounding headache and strained muscles. There was a desk beside the small bed he was on, and a chair in front. He threw the thick blanket off of him and across the room, quickly regretting it as the cold air in the room came in contact with his bare body.

The young man rushed to put on the shirt he was wearing the previous night, or the shirt he thought he was wearing the previous night. He gagged in disgust at the sight of dried vomit all over his shirt, rapidly throwing it to the other side of the room. He rummaged through the room for clean clothes, all the while, his teeth chattering and shivering.

He finally found a crisp white shirt lying in front of the bed, along with a pair of pants. He eagerly threw on the clothes, his body becoming instantly warmer. Inwardly, he laughed because the clothes hung loosely off his body, and almost ate him whole. He figures these clothes belonged to someone bigger and bulkier, certainly not him.

His throbbing temples brought him back to reality, and back to an unfamiliar room, an unfamiliar place. His frail legs dragged him outside the room, and into a bigger one, a living room. To his left was a dining room, and to his right a kitchen. The rooms were all color-coordinating, and nicely decorated, which made Bridge cringe because his place was a dump compared to this. A scream erupted from his mouth as a muscular man appeared out of the kitchen, holding a bottle of Nutella and a spoon dripping with the chocolate goo. "Who the fuck are you?!?" Bridge yelped.

Nutella man laughed and disappeared into the kitchen. Bridge could hear cupboards being opened and a the fridge door being slammed. "Where am I?" Bridge asked, entering the kitchen, to see Nutella man leaning against the counter, sucking on a spoon.

"Hey buddy, just so you know, if it wasn't for me, you would be dead by now. You dropped unconscious in some alley way and I rescued you, okay? Then I bring you to my place and then you vomit all over yourself. Then I change your clothes, put you to bed, and give you brand new clothes for you to wear. What kind of a thank you is that?" Nutella man scorned, dipping the spoon into the bottle of Nutella. "You're at my place by the way,"

Bridge's head spun wildly, increasing the pain in his temples. "Thanks, but, who are you?"

"The name's Shuyler Tate, but you can call me Sky" Sky extended his hand, shaking the other's hand forcefully. "You're Bridge Carson,"

"I am?"

"That's what the I.D in your wallet said," Sky commented.

"You have my wallet?"

"I needed to find out who you were," Sky shrugged. "Are you hungry? I'm not much of a cook but I can make some mean Nutella sandwiches,"

Bridge's stomach turned at the mention of food, sending a wave of nausea through him. "I'm not really hungry, but do you have some Tylenol or Advil or something? I have a bitch headache,"

"Oh right, hangover," Sky said, rummaging through the kitchen drawers. He pulled out a bottle of Advil, handing it over to the guy. "Do I need to give you the Advil too?" Sky laughed at the sight of the blonde struggling to just get the bottle to open.

"I have butter fingers,"

"No, what you have is a hangover," Sky mentioned, popping the bottle open instantly. Sky poured some water into a clean glass, and shoved the pills under Bridge's nose. "Do I need to feed them to you too?"

Bridge shook his head and swallowed the pills, gulping them down with the water. A lump formed in his throat as he placed the glass down on the counter, and stared at Sky wolf down the bottle of Nutella. "Do I know you?"

Sky laughed. "Probably,"

"You look familiar," Bridge announced, kneeling his elbow on the tiled counter.

"You've probably seen me around before. I travel a lot,"

"Is that your job?" Bridge questioned, flicking a straw. "To travel and stuff?"

"Part of my job," Sky laughed, causing Bridge to grimace.

"What's the other part of your job?"

Sky motioned Bridge to lean in, the man obeying the command immediately. Bridge could feel Sky's breathing on his face, as their faces inched closer, on the verge of their noses almost rubbing. "I kill," Sky whispered.

Gasp. Tumble. Groan. Black.