"Danny?" Sam asked, cautiously walking forward. The assassin was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice her until she had laid a hand on his shoulder. At first the assassin stiffened from the sudden movement, but soon he had one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, with the blade of his knife gently kissing her throat.
"I was going to let you go, but you keep giving me more and more reasons to kill you." The assassin purred into the girl's ear.
"Danny, I'm not your enemy, I just want to talk." The girl said, struggling under the boys grip.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't slit your throat right now." The assassin demanded, pressing the blade into the girl's throat ever so slightly. The girl winced, but remained her composure.
"Because….ever since the first time we met, you treated me like a person, not a freak….." The girl took a deep breath, and then continued. "Because, you were the only person who really understood, who took the time to understand…" The assassin glared at the girl, his patience running thin.
"I said one reason!" He shouted, tightening his grip on the blade, threatening to slice a huge red smile across her throat.
"I….I loved you Danny. I never wanted to admit this, especially not like this, but I've had the biggest crush on you since we became friends. Even when you went missing, those feelings remained, and they're still here. I know that underneath all of this resides the Danny I knew, and loved." The girl said, fighting back the tears that threatened to pour.
The assassin's eyes softened and a look of almost recognition crossed his face, but as soon as it came, it was gone, and replaced by his hardened glare.
"How could you love me when you don't even know me? Do you even have the slightest idea of how many people I've killed? This year alone I've killed 50 targets, that's not counting the people I had to go through to get to them; and I don't regret killing any of them, and to tell the truth, I certainly won't regret killing you." The assassin said, with a wicked smile playing at his lips.
"You won't."
"What did you say?" The assassin asked, gritting his teeth.
"You won't kill me Danny, because somewhere deep inside you, you still care for me. Just a moment ago you looked at me with recognition, some part of you recognizes me, and some part of you wants to remember me." The assassin was taken aback by the girl's words.
The assassin turned the girl toward him and snatched her face in his hand, with his fore finger, and his thumb he squeezed on each side of her cheeks, causing her lips to pucker in an awkward position. He then proceeded to turn her face from side to side, and observed her delicate features.
"You know, you really are very pretty…..it's too bad I'm going to kill you." The assassin sighed, still gazing at the girl. The girl glared at the assassin silently. The assassin chuckled and with one hand he delicately picked up a lock of her dark hair, and took in it's scent, working his way up to her neck, and trailed his nose to the other side of her hair.
"Lavender" The assassin purred, which caused girl to shutter and try to pull away, but the assassin grabbed her with his other hand, and pulled her closer.
"You're a very stubborn girl you know that? I admire that in a person, it makes it that much more worth while to kill them." The girl scoffed in response, which only made the assassin's lips curl into a one sided smile.
"How's 'bout a little goodbye kiss before I kill you?" The assassin cooed, bringing the girl closer. The girl tried to wiggle her way out of his grasp but that only resulted in his grip tightening, and a deep laughter to pour from his lips.
"What's the matter? I thought you ...loved me?" The assassin frowned, looking deep into the girls violet eyes, and gently caressing her cheek with his thumb.
"I did." The girl replied, allowing the tears to run down her cheeks. The assassin opened his mouth to reply with a sarcastic remark, but before he got the chance a burning pain in the back of his head caused him to let go of the girl, and drop his knife.
The assassin howled in pain and fell to the floor, clutching his head as dots danced in his vision. For a moment his eyes flashed red, and went back to blue. He looked up at Sam with loving eyes, the one's that belonged to the Danny she knew. The assassin slowly stood up, his jaw working up, and down trying to form words, but they died in his throat.
She's so familiar...I want to believe what she said, but I can't... how could I know for sure what she's saying is true?
"I knew you'd come back, I knew you were in there Danny..." Sam said, embracing him in a hug.
Unless she's lying... she has to be lying!
The assassin's eyes were once again devoid of emotion. He grabbed the girl by her throat, digging his nails into her skin.
"Danny!" The girl chocked.
If she's lying...then why do I feel guilty for hurting her? I've never felt guilty for any of my victims...even the one's that were accidents, the one's that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"How's 'bout that kiss?" The assassin laughed, forcing his lip against hers. The girl struggled against him, but to no avail, the assassin wouldn't let go. The assassin shoved his tongue into the girls mouth, but pulled it back with a yell when she bit it. Furious, the assassin slapped her across the face, then let her go with a shove, sending her into the wall. The girl yelped when she hit the wall, but gave no further protest in stopping the assassin.
The assassin walked toward the girl and was about to pick her back up when that same burning pain as before came back. The assassin looked at the tear streaked girl with a sorry expression, then turned on his heel, and with forceful steps he left the room.
"What's happened to you Danny?" The girl whispered as she watched her former best friend walk out of the room.
The assassin walked until he was out of sight of the school, and even then he kept walking until he found just what he was looking for. Keeping his head bowed, the assassin silently slipped into a nearly deserted gas station. Wasting no time, he walked directly to the fridge containing alcohol. Grabbing the first bottle his hand landed on, the assassin turned back around and headed out the door.
Once out the door the assassin took off, with a large angry man on his heels but before too long the large man lost his footing, fell face first into the cement, and ceased to follow him. The assassin ducked into a nearby alley, and searched it before slumping against the wall, and prying open the cap on the bottle. When the cap came off the assassin took a long swallow of the alcohol, before pulling his shirt back from his shoulder, and pouring the alcohol on his wound. He gritted his teeth, and pushed back a scream as the alcohol burned his skin.
"It wont be too long before they find me, they know my last location, they know I couldn't have gone far...and they wont be slow to follow." The assassin said to himself as he clutched the bottle.
" And that's precisely why you're gonna to let me take control for now. Ya may be better at the fighting and, the relentless killing, but your no good at staying quiet; we'll be caught for sure with you in charge." The assassin replied to himself in a slightly different voice, a softer voice then the one before.
"Fine, but if we see that girl again, I'm gonna to kill her...something about her, it was bringing you out at the wrong time. What she said...it was true wasn't it?" The assassin asked.
"No, I mean I dunno... but you can't kill her, she knows something, we can use it to our advantage." The softer voice replied.
"Listen to me! I am still the stronger one, and if I say she's no good, she's no good!" The assassin yelled.
"I wont let you! I need to find out what she knows!" The softer voice yelled.
The assassin arched his neck back, and laughed into the sky.
"And what do you plan on doing with that?" The assassin asked, holding the blade of a knife up to his own throat.
"You're not going to kill her, she's no longer our target. She can probably help us! She knows who we are and if..." The softer voice trailed off.
"Who we are? Have you forgotten? You're merely a creation of mine...that is who you are! I need to find out who I am, and to do so, I'm going to find every file Albeline has on me. That is how I will find out who I am! Not from some strange girl who thinks she knows me!" The assassin yelled, pushing the blade away from his throat with his other hand.
"I will let you take control, only for our survival, but if you mess one thing up, I will push you so far into the back of my mind that you won't be able to have your own thoughts any longer. I created you for a reason, and you will serve that reason!" The assassin shouted.
"You still think you are the one who has created me? You have forgotten haven't you? I remember it...all of it...the pain I went through, that caused you to be born..." The assassin trailed off in a soft voice, and stood up. He began to walk to the far end of the alley, and as he walked he gradually let the half full bottle of alcohol slip from his fingers, and crash to the ground.
Ok, don't hassle me about how creepy Danny is, he's suppose to be that way, I'm trying to embrace a side of him not many people have tried to embrace, so bare with me if he is kind of insane, or really un like himself, but remember this is an AU story!
Anyways, let me know what you think, and if Danny becomes too creepy tell me and I'll try to fix it :)
Review please!
I drew a pic of assassin Danny and it's now up on Deviant art, my username on there is, x Note xx To xx Self x (take out the spaces) if you want to look at it, although it looks absolutely nothing like Danny...it's my own bad ass version on him ^-^