Hey, here's the next chapter, iSway Between Love And Duty, hope you like it.
Zexar.
Two Months Later
It's time to decide. I can't go on how I am any longer. My assassin morality is ordering me to assassinate the Shay's, but my love for Carly is fighting back, repelling the murderous side of my conscience. If only my decision wouldn't be so life changing, I would be a happy guy. Just one look at Carly sets off raging emotion inside me: love, happiness, regret. Regret that the past few months will be wasted should I go through with my mission.
"Hey, what you doing today?", Freddie asks as he walks through my front door, "Why are you sitting in the dark?"
In truth, I've grown accustomed to the dark, it allows me to think much more clearly without visual distraction. The darkness makes me feel welcome, as if I have been condemning myself to it for when I die, but then, would that be a bad thing?
"I was gunna go and get some new jeans", I lie to him as I can't tell him what I'm really intending on doing today, "And I like the darkness"
"Okay, well we're all going to the mall, so you can come along if you want"
"I might come and meet you later, I'm just going to finish my music assignment first"
That's no lie this time, I really do need to finish my assignment, I just have no idea what I'm going to do, at all. We've been told to create a piece of music based around losing something. Great project that is.
"Okay, well see you later anyway"
Freddie then smiles one last time and leaves my apartment, presumably headed towards the Shay's to meet Carly and Sam.
Rising to my feet I flick my wrists to show my hidden blades for the first time in months, and emotions flood me immediately. A lust for revenge threatens to make my temperature soar to rival the heat of the sun, and an anger makes me physically shake with rage. I lash out uncontrollably, striking my wooden wardrobe with enough force to smash the door in half, making the knuckles on my right hand bleed. I scream out in rage and bolt from the apartment, not bothering to lock it as I head down the corridor. Ignoring Carly, Sam, and Freddie I leap from the corridor window, their screams at my action drowned out by the howling wind. I immediately grab a flag pole, and swing across to a window ledge. As my fingers make contact I drop at once, falling ten meters to a second ledge, two meters above the ground. As I make contact with the ground I glance back up to the window I bailed from, to see tears in Carly's eyes as she apparently thought I would die. It's only now I realize how stupid that was of me, but right now, as I sprint away, I don't care. I only care about my choice.
Carly Shay will die.
By my blade.
By my skill.
By my revenge.
If I have fully decided, why, then, does my heart feel so torn? Why do I feel as if my world is going to end? Why do I want to die as well? Mum told me I would know when the time to assassinate her would come. Is this it? So many questions, no answers. As I sprint past a short brown haired man I think I recognize him, but I'm not sure. His pale complexion matches that of an English man such as my own, and his stubbly chin also matches a lazy English man, once again like myself. His square but modern glasses suit his sharp face perfectly, almost as if he'd been born wearing them, but that's just ludicrous. Yet he looks like a man I killed years ago, with Felicity, what was his name? Jason Renelle. That was Danny. A Templar.
"Danny Renelle", I yell, turning to face where he'd been seconds before to be met my an empty space.
I'm hallucinating now, craziness from my own mind is blinding my vision, showing me pain and allowing hatred to fill my cells. Hatred that will help me commit murder.
If Carly dies I don't know if I can live on; she's the beacon of light in my life since my first love was so cruelly taken away from me. What would Felicity want me to do? There was a time, roughly half a year ago, where I could no longer detect what Felicity would want, and it made me feel cold, but now I'm used to it.
"Zexar", a familiar, dark skinned man states, smiling and frowning as he walks towards me, "What were you thinking?"
My principal, Ted Franklin, is a fairly social man in comparison to my other teachers, so it's no surprise to see him walking around.
"I'm sorry, I don't follow what you mean"
"I've just seen you leap out of a window at Bushwell Plaza"
"Oh, that", I reply to him shrugging my shoulders, "I was angry it wasn't that high anyway"
"It was high enough to kill you should you have fallen"
"I've been doing stuff like that for over a decade, I'm safe"
"Don't let me see you do it again", he tells me, a stern look painted on her face, "See you at school"
I smile back at Franklin, before continuing my run, heading straight for the mall where I can buy some more drainpipe skinny jeans, a black and a purple pair.
A mall security guard gives me a dirty look as I approach, and no wonder. I look like an emo trouble maker, with my long black hair styled over my right eye, and my drainpipe black jeans. My black and purple studded belt stands out a little due to the coloration, but not when compared to my purple hooded jumper, which is surprisingly contrasted with my jeans. My green eyes meet his watching stare, making him immediately look away, content on looking as if he was merely glancing at me rather than making assumptions over my appearance.
"Hood down", a police officer orders as he exits the mall, indicating my purple hood, putting my face even more in shadow.
In a quick move I pull down my hood and continue walking towards my destination, 'The Drainpipe Factory'. Picking up my size I head for the counter, paying $80 for a black pair, as well as a purple pair, both of which like a second skin.
Just a small town girl,
Living in a lonely world,
She took the midnight train going anywhere.
Checking my phone I see Carly's name on the display, so I answer, but my heart plummets about a hundred feet when I hear muffled tears.
"I thought you were killing yourself", she sobs down the line.
"Carls, I'm so sorry, I didn't think about what it would look like", I apologize, seriously upset to hear her like this.
"Don't do it again, promise me"
"I promise", I seal the deal, fully intending to follow through with my promise.
"I'll come to your apartment when we get back from the mall"
"Okay, see you then"
After a few minutes running I reach Bushwell Plaza, where Lewbert stops me in the lobby for too rapid movement, according to him.
"Wait there", he pretty much yells at me, before quickly entering his office.
As he goes out of view I head up the stairs, two at a time until I reach the floor I live on, over ten flights up. Heading into my apartment I leave the door unlocked so Carly can get in, and then I head for my secret cabinet where I keep a bottle of red wine for moments like these.
The bottle of blood red liquid is extremely enticing to me, drawing me into it as I pull out the cork and guzzle a few mouthfuls, not bothering with a glass. Having murdered countless people and seen there blood gush from wounds, I can't help but visualize drinking their blood, which is messed up. It doesn't even make me feel sick, or at all different in any way. Having downed mouthful after mouthful of the glorious substance I start to feel a little weird, but then again, I've downed half a bottle on an empty stomach so what should I expect?
Danny Renelle pops into my vision like a fallen angel, mocking and laughing at me as he floats around the room, daring me into a confrontation. Ripping out my hidden blade I thrust it into him, missing him and smashing the small plant Mrs Benson gave me as a house, well, apartment warming present. God knows how the little green shrub lasted so long, half the time I forget to water it. After taking a few more swigs of my precious drink I see him more vividly, standing with his finger up across the room, in the doorway of my bedroom, so I head towards him. As I take a swing with my blade he disappears, his laughter ringing in my ears as I swallow the rest of the wine. Collapsing onto my bed I feel really tired, so close my eyes, hoping to sleep for more than a few hours, but thats beyond reality.
"You're a mess Zexar", Lucy tells me, glaring down at where I lay.
"Such a disappointment", Desmond follows up, appearing from behind my mother.
"Our boy, fallen for the enemy"
"The decision is obvious Zexar"
"Kill her, or you are no longer our son", Lucy spits out, her words venomous as they enter my bloodstream.
I am sick of that dream, my parents mocking my conflict, but they don't understand, they can't understand. They never will. My head feels like it's cracked down the middle but the pain fuels my determination, my decision, as I've decided now. Carly has to die for the greater good. The greater good. What even is that? I've lived my entire life under the impression that everything I do is for the 'greater good', but now I can't help but wonder what the hell I was thinking. Carly has to die but I'm not sure if I can do it, but as she walks in my room I can't help but wonder if I'll have a better time.
"What's wrong with you?", she asks me, smiling gently, picking up the empty bottle of wine I abandoned to the carpet.
"I'm torn up inside Carly", I reply to her, as honest as I can be.
"Why?"
"I can't tell you Carls, I really want to, I really need to, but it'll kill the resolve left inside me"
"How bad can it be?", Carly asks me, looking like I'd expect, kind of shocked, but curious.
"Depends on your definition of bad", I tell her, feeling tears building up behind my eyes, the emotion being converted.
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want", she replies, coming over and laying next to me on the bed.
She turns her head to face me and kisses my cold lips, pulling me into an embrace which warms the bridges of my soul, connecting the involuntarily broken pieces of my love for Carly, but I still know what I have to do. A lazy flick of my wrist pulls out my hidden blade, but I hesitate, hesitate because I love the girl.
"Zex", she starts to say, pulling out of our kiss, "A few months ago you told me you'd tell me what was wrong with you, and I'm sure it's bothering you still, so what is it?"
This girl has a good memory. I barely even remember saying that myself so I put away my hidden blade with another wrist flick and pull myself up into a sitting position.
"To tell you the truth I'm torn between love and duty", I tell her bluntly, hoping she doesn't question on though she will, I mean, who wouldn't having been told that.
"Love and duty?"
"Yes, Carly, my duty, my heritage"
"What're you talking about"
"Carly, I'm an-", I start to say, fully intending on telling her I'm an assassin when Freddie runs through the apartment door.
"Carly theres a man for you in your apartment, says he's family"
"Okay", she replies, getting up to follow him, "I'll come back in a bit", Carly smiles, before kissing me and leaving.
In a moment of assassin blood lust I stand and pursue her as she leaves my bedroom, and pull out my hidden blade, before pointing the blade at Carly's back and lunging in silently. The brunette doesn't turn as my blade reaches her, so she will never see her killer's eyes as she takes her dying breath.
Her silent killer triumphs.
Has Zexar finally completed the hardest part of his mission? Find out next time in iReturn To The Assassins.
Darth Zexar.