"Seems like you have a very interesting story to tell," Cobra said. The older male smiled, going back to his spot on the sofa and sitting down.
"A bullet wound, eh?"
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Alex looked away from Cobra, running his hand through his hair in frustration. He let his eyes travel back to the man and stared at him intently. He did not have a smart comeback to answer Cobras' gleeful grin. Letting out a frustrating growl, Alex covered the cut on his arm with his opposite hand, and walked over to a chair where he was as far away as possible from the assassin but still close enough that they could hold a conversation without the two of them having to yell at each other. He narrowed his eyes at the green ones that were following his every move before he decided to talk.
"Yeah, it's a bullet wound. What is it to you? I'm sure that you have a couple of holes in that body of yours as well." He let his eyes travel over the assassin's body to make his point. His answer only earned him a bigger smile from the man; who seemed to have relaxed and abandoned his previous plan- whatever that had been.
"Indeed I have. Quite a few well placed ones actually, the pride of my life. There is one that I…" he trailed off, realizing that the kid was trying to lead the conversation of, of himself and onto Cobra. Grunting in frustration, he looked about the room before setting his eyes on Alex again.
"Fine, so you're not ready to talk. I have an idea. Since both of us want something from the other- you want to know where we are going and I want to know about you- we each ask one question each. How about that, will that work?"Alex assessed the man in front of him. Is he up to something again? Alex looked towards his bedroom door. Better not try anything; I will not reach it in time. He nodded, feeling somewhat mad at how the situation was going and how easy he gave in. He felt especially weak having lost the fight, a fight he knew he should have been able to win.
"Fine, I'll play. Shoot."
The man smiled at the ironic statement at the end, before asking his first question."How did you meet Cossack?"
Alex tilted his head."On a mission." Giving Cobra the answer with as little of what really happened as possible, that was his strategy.
"Don't give me one word answers; we aren't going to get very far on these questions if you're going to keep this up. Just think of it this way- the more information you give me the less pain you have to go through."
Alex blinked and smiled ruthlessly."It was three words and … are you threatening me?" He glanced down at his arm. "Child abuse isn't it," he muttered almost as an afterthought.
Cobra froze, and then a small smile played onto his lips before he was suddenly laughing fully. Wiping away imaginary tears, he watched the kid, feeling entertained and somewhat relaxed. More so than he had felt in a very long time, anyway. Well, at least the kid is entertaining, he thought to himself. Cobra found that he wanted to mess with the boy more; mostly because like most assassins he was a very sadistic person. But he managed to keep himself in check because fear of what Cossack might do to him had him considering his moves carefully. Especially since, he had already injured the kid once today.
"Fine; another question. How is your arm doing?" Alex looked down on his arm, almost like he had forgotten about it.
It was not bleeding too badly, and his arm was numb, so he didn't feel it either.
"I'm fine." This caused the man to roll his eyes.
"Be a teenager about it and complain, would you not?" He replied, exasperated. "You are too serious sometimes; no wonder Cossack wants you."
The man gracefully got up off the sofa, moving over the room to one of the bedroom doors. "Stay there," he commanded before disappearing.
Alex did as he was told; feeling tired after the trying day and just wanting to go to sleep. He hoped that Yassen had finish up whatever work he had to do so that they could be on the road again, and maybe he could even get some answers. Lost in his thoughts, Alex did not notice Cobra entering the room again.
Smiling, Cobra put down the medical pack on the counter before moving behind the teenager. His plan was simply to scare the teen a little, but as his hand connected with the tense shoulders and his mouth opened to yell his breath was quickly stolen from him. He felt his body lift lightly off of the floor before he found himself on his back once again, the boy standing over him with empty eyes.
"W-what! Oy kid, what was that for?"
The boy kept looking at him with the same blank look for a while, and then he slowly blinked, looked around, and hastily let go of one of Cobra's arms. Embarrassed, he backed up into his chair again.
"I- I am so sorry, I was just thinking and then and…" He gestured helplessly with his hands, cursing lightly under his breath.
Cobra stared at him in shock. "What… Why are you so mad? Shouldn't I be the one who's mad? After all, I was just taken down by a brat who I had meant to scare." But his words didn't go through; Alex just kept glaring dangerously at his hands. "Are you mad at me for trying to scare you? Yeesh, in that case I'm sorry for trying to lighten the mood." The boy looked up, surprised.
"It's not you," he whispered, a sad look consuming his eyes. "It's me." Sighing, he returned his gaze to his hands. "It's not normal. I didn't even realize what had happened until you started talking. It hadn't even occurred to me that I'd taken you down."
Cobra sat up, staring at the now depressed teenager.
"What are you talking about? Those are some good reflexes in my opinion." But all Cobra's attempted help gave him was a dangerous growl.
"Reflexes- exactly. That's all it is. What other fifteen year old teenager do you know that has reflexes like that? If this continues, I'll end up killing someone accidentally."
"Fifteen… hold on a minute, you're fifteen? How the heck did you get messed up with Cossack, MI6, and whatever other crap, if you're only fifteen?" Cobra stared at the teen longer. He could have sworn the kid was older than that, but he knew he was not about to get any answers. He watched as the boy's face tightened up and hid itself. "Fine, be blank," he grumbled as he stood up. He moved over to where he had dumped the Aid kit. "At least let me fix your arm; Cossack will have my hind if I don't."
This caused Alex to smile. "Well, maybe complaining to Yassen will give you sufficient punishment for bothering me. After all, you weren't supposed to touch me if I'm remembering correctly." Cobra growled dangerously at the teenager.
"Don't you dare. Here, for once, I am trying to help, and this is what I get. Well, I don't really care what you think. You are taking of your shirt and letting me wrap you up nice and tight, and then we can both do what we want until Cossack comes back. Go our separate ways, if you will." Alex simply smirked, feeling a deep satisfaction in irking the man.
"Okay, might as well. It is your fault I ended up hurt, and you've already seen the bullet wound, so it's not going to kill me to take of my shirt." With that said, Alex quickly peeled of his shirt, throwing it to the floor before facing Cobra again. He stopped in his track as he saw a somewhat horrified expression cover the man's features before quickly disappearing.
"Well, now that I get a good look at you; you're not too bad looking," he joked, lifting his eyebrows in a flirtatious manner.
"Don't try too hard, you'll hurt yourself," Alex said softly. He shook his head, laughing somewhat to himself at the man's horrible attempt to hide his shock. "Just fix my arm."
Cobra sat himself down on the side of the couch, gripping the arm lightly as he inspected the wound. He wiped off as much blood as he could. He felt somewhat relieved as he realized it was a clean cut. "This should heal nicely, just as long as you rest and don't overwork yourself." An evil smirk disoriented his features as he lifted a brown bottle and poured the contents onto the wound.
Alex, having been looking the other way letting the man work as it seemed that that was what Cobra had wanted to do, he had been ignoring him. That is, until he felt a harsh sting followed by a numb blowing sensation. Alex hissed in pain and tried to pull his arm back, but Cobra only tightened his grip.
"Pussy can't stand some pain," he jeered. The words caused Alex to quickly bite his tongue, refusing to let the man see his unease. But when the man started prodding something into the wound he couldn't hold in the moan of pain.
"Bastard," he gasped.
"I know. I am an assassin, what can I say." Finally having wrapped the wound the older male patted it lightly. "There you are, all wrapped up nicely. Now, if Cossack finds out we'll just say you tripped and fell or some shit like that."
Rolling his eyes, Alex tried tugging his arm away from the man. But for some reason he still refused to let go. "Look, if you're done, can I leave now?"
"No."
"Why not?" Alex shivered uncomfortably as he felt the other male let his long fingers travel over his shoulders. "What are you doing?"
"These burn marks, how did you get them?" Alex looked at him, inwardly debating with himself for a moment before finally deciding it would not kill him to tell the man some few minor details.
"I blew a man up with a barrel of oil, but some of it splattered onto me."
Cobra chuckled lightly at that, and to Alex's horror a great burdened seemed to have lifted itself from him.
"So you are an assassin." The carefree words tightened Alex's chest.
"No." The man stopped what he was doing and looked into Alex's eyes. "I'm no killer."
"Sure you are." Cobra stated, patting Alex's head. "You just told me you blew a man up with an oil barrel. Doesn't that make you a killer?" Looking away, Alex swallowed, the man was right. Just like what Yassen had said, he was just being childish by continuously telling himself that he can justify the killings he has done. But the truth was, that he was just as much of a killer as Yassen was. Except Yassen accepted what he did, he did not hide what he does. He was a killer and nothing could make him anything else. Alex though, what did he do, he hide behind the law, justifying his kills as self-defense and rightfully done. If it was for the safety of millions, than one life what did that mean?
Alex watched Cobra as his fingers traveled over his chest and back, tracing the many knife marks, burn marks, bullet marks and various other kinds of scars that marked him. Maybe he's not as bad as I first thought, Alex considered. He knew that if he said something along those lines to Jack she would have been horrified, and if he tried talking about something like that to Tom or Sabina or even to Ben, none of them would have taken it like that. They might have tried to hide the shock and seemed sympathetic to him, or maybe they would have even been scared, but not Cobra and most likely not Yassen either. The thought soothed him, and he found himself happy with his decision to follow Yassen. MI6 would never understand him or help him; the most they could do was keep his mind occupied on other things.
"Okay, Cobra, I know I'm hot and all that, but would you stop touching me?" Cobra smiled up at Alex with a feline grin.
"Never." With that he pounced on Alex, forcing the small boy down on his back on the sofa. He pinned him there with the weight of his body while keeping some weight on his hands so that he was positioned next to Alex's head. He leaned down, staring into the wide brown eyes and for once instead of dark brown and serious, they were wide and innocent; a clear almond color in them. He put his mouth next to the boy's ear and whispered into it lightly before getting back up. He gathered up the medical pack, and disappeared into the bedroom again without so much as a backwards look to the boy.
Alex sat there for a while, trying to figure out what had just happened. He dragged his hand through his hair and then shook his head. The thinking was not worth it. Getting up, he threw on his shirt before heading to his bedroom.
He felt himself falling asleep almost as quickly as he hit the bed. All of his clothes were still on, and the only thing he could think of was that he hoped he wasn't going to make a habit of sleeping clothed. That and the words Cobra had whispered in his ear before he had left.
"D.E.L.T.A.," he mumbled tiredly as he let the soothing darkness of sleep consume him.
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