Hey all! I have a major headache and I am tired. Not a good mix, but I have my Coke (coca cola) beside me so all will be just dandy.
This is a chapter where I think everything is explained. The ending was just something that took me by surprise at 10 last night.
Thankies to all those who have reviewed! Sorry about the utter confusion, but as I keep saying, all will be explained.
Sitting on the edge of the cliff, I watched the sunset between two mountains. They were large shadows, which held the sun in their grasp. The sky was red through to pink and orange. All the dust made the colours bolder.
Leaning back onto my elbows, I found that I was utterly alone. No one was there for me to share this beauty with. Tears ran down my cheeks leaving glistening tracks for other tears to follow.
As the sunset turned to night, I laid on my back with my bag beneath my head. The stars began to emerge in the dark night sky. A gently breeze had picked up and blew around the cliff.
In the stars, I noticed faces appearing before me. Each face was of someone I knew and cared about.
First was my mother. Her large eyes were smiling down at me. I remembered the last day I saw her. We were going to the hairdresser's to get my haircut. I was almost finished when a man walked in. he wore a long trench coat and gloves, the problem was that it was summer when she died.
Pulling out a pistol, he shot her where she stood. I screamed as her blood went over me. I was five when she died from an assassination.
Next to her in the sky was my father. He had died shortly after her from suicide. I watched my family die around me. Soon I was alone at an old man's house with his two grandsons.
The rest of my family was there, even my living little brother Matthew. I had seen him on his twelfth birthday in June. He had brown hair with blonde bangs at the front. He was only a month old when mum dies.
He had come with my to grandpa Granger's house as well, but was sent to a boarding school so he could become an intelligent scholar and become a doctor. Matty had always wanted to help people. It was from our mother. I'd do anything to protect my last living relative, even if it meant killing.
Beside Matthew was Gramps. He was always so nice to me that he was like a grandfather to me. However, his attempts at trying to be 'with-it' were funny. Gramps was never to good at it. We always laughed at him for it when the guys trained.
Tyson and his brother Hiro were next. They looked exactly the same but Hiro looked older. They were always nice to me and my brother, but so competitive. It was as if life was one big battle and they had to win. They had a trademark that just held them close. Whenever they were seen they had their caps and their hair was so untidy that a brush would break. Hiro and Tyson were like brothers to me.
Going to the next person was Max Tate. His head of blonde hair and that forever smile was everything. Little dude was never to have sugar before or on a trip, he would have too much energy then and send us mad. That was he, our sugar ball. A day wasn't over till he had smiled and laughed; however he wasn't smiling on his last day. That was tragic.
Mariah was next. Her fake cat ears stood out of her hair no matter where we went when we were younger. One thing that she was forever optimistic about was that Rei would be her husband and they would grow old together in a small village together. That dream collapsed when Rei developed a crush on Kai in year 11. Mari didn't know at all.
Still looking across the starry sky, I found Rei Kon. He was smiling at the person beside him. Shaking my head, I thought back to the first day I met him. He could not really speak Japanese and his words were slightly disjointed. Kitty was so quiet and reserved that it was weird for a kid of our age. When we finally broke through that shell of his, he was so fun and really into blading. The first night he stayed at the dojo, we went blading. That was fun.
Next to the fun loving neko-jin was the distant Russian, Kai Hiwatari. No one really spoke to him other than Rei and Tyson. Tyson just liked to try and piss him off though. Kai spoke to Rei and they became close. His scarf and war paint was his trademark in the end. No one touched the scarf or pick it up for that matter. He was awesome.
Now for any computer problem, we went to Kenny. No one knew his eye colour or how the hell he could see. A thick mass of hair covered half of his face and his glasses told you where his eyes were. Dizzy his laptop was always with him no matter where he went…except the toilet.
Dizzy was an interesting computer; I'll give her that. Sometimes a complete sweetie others a complete moron. How could she not tell me the date? Oh well, that was once.
Tala was glaring down from the stars; obviously he will always look at me like that for what I did to him. Another tear fell down my cheek. I remembered something with Tala and Bryan. Tal was smiling and his blue eyes shone and sparkled like diamonds. That felt as if it was a century ago, I loved his true smile.
Without a glare but a smirk was his friend Bryan. The lilac haired teen was quiet and lived with Tala on the far side of town. I often wondered what he did for a living since leaving the Abbey. He was just as much as a mystery as Tala was.
Behind a cool façade of golden eyes and more black hair was Lee. Being Mari's big brother must have been tiring. Even so, he was not as cool as Rei was but he was still able to hold his peace when things got to stressful near everyone else.
Letting my eyes travel further I saw Oliver and Enrique. One was my lover, the other the competition. Yet inside something triggered. Ollie had been close to the cute Italian since I could remember. It was an old bond in which words need not be spoken. Enri and I had a wall that kept us apart and it was going to be there for many years. I could sense his uneasy feelings after he went to talk to Ollie. Something happened and it had changed him. Maybe I should just let go.
Staring at the stars, I watched Ollie and Enri face each other and kiss. Tears stung my eyes as I finally realised my problem. As long as Ollie is here, Enri will never be mine. He has eyes only for the Frenchy with the cute butt.
"How could I be so stupid? I was never your's Enrique! Don't tell me otherwise coz you're Ollie's till you both die! Oliver's had your heart and body entwined with his forever! I am free!" I screamed at the sky. Tears streamed down my cheeks. He was not mine to begin with, not at all.
My eyes opened to see a ceiling of blood red paint. Blinking, it changed to pink, then to white. I could feel a slight draft going into my room and pass its fingers across my sweaty body. The covers were soaked and my white tee shirt was starting to go see through.
"I know what I have to do," I whispered to myself, "now where the fuck is that fucking phone." Rummaging through my pile of stuff, I found he pink cordless and dialled in Enri's number. He would have left by now and gone home to sleep.
Sitting against some pillows, I found myself staring at the built in wardrobe. The mirrored sliding doors moved soundlessly across their rails only to come to a shuddering halt. The answering machine had finally answered my call. It was his voice that came out of the machine.
-Hello, you have reached Enrique Mandello's home. I'm sorry but I'm unable to answer the phone right now. If you would like to leave a message, please speak after the tone and I will get back to you-
Then a loud beep filled my ears. No matter, it would always be that loud and annoying.
"Hey Enri, it's Hilary here and I have to speak with you. Please call me or meet me at the bridge, see ya later," I hung up. Talking over the phone always was weird. Placing it on the little table beside me, I found myself drifting back to my dream. The stars that formed the faces of the people that I love the most and who I must end. How destructive my life was. Sending people to an early grave is not a nice way to earn money.
Reaching for my pistol, I held it carefully. Making sure the safety was on, I looked down the barrel. So black and smooth, it's hard to believe that it could help guide a bullet into someone and kill them.
A shiver ran up my spine, "Well someone's just walked over my grave." I placed the pistol down on the pillow beside me. Without thinking, I started to run my fingers across it.
"Hilar, it looks as if you are in love with that thing," that voice was familiar. I didn't move, my gaze was still fixated on the white ceiling. "Oi Hill, you even in this world?" footsteps neared the bed.
"I am, but not entirely. My pistol is my tool, my accuracy is my job," it was lifeless. My secret could be my undoing. The shuffling stopped but a heavy weight on my bed told me why.
"Are you telling me that my friend is in the force? Hill, your aim was never that good with a pistol," I fired my gun at the target on the back of my door, "okay maybe I was wrong. Did you end up doing something terrible?"
"You tell me, Bryan," my eyes were still on the ceiling. I could hear him shifting uneasily.
"How did you know it was me? You didn't even move your eyes, but that was always your charm right," he tried to shrug it off, but failed miserably.
"What did I do to deserve this visit Bry? Is there something I should know," I rolled my head so that I was facing him. His lavender eyes looked at me. Something big was up.
"It's Tala."
"He's dead, I know."
"Yeah I know, but it was a murder Hilary."
"Everybody knows that Bryan, no need for reminders," my anger was building.
"No, that's the reason for it. I want to catch his killer!" Bryan yelled. So much anguish was in his eyes and expressed over his face, "help me Hilary."
"Why? Why Bryan? I don't want it to come back!" I yelled at him.
Standing up, he turned to me, " Because I loved him and you always stood by me! You were practically family to us."
"Not that day, no, not that day."
"What do you mean Hill, not that day?"
"Nor the other days. Come with me, I'll tell you as we run," I grabbed a pair of track pants, singlet, socks, sneakers and my trusty duffle bag.
"Don't play games with me Hill. I want to know now!" Bryan followed me out the door and down the path, "where are we going?"
"You wanted to know something but his murder? I can take you to where he died," I ran on. My heartbeat thrummed in my ears.
"How do you know that?" surprise was in his voice. I ignored him and wound through the people.
"Just follow," he was close behind me. Onwards we went. It was a good five kays from where I lived. Not another word was spoken, that suited me fine. My mood was unpleasant and it must have registered in Bry's also-keen senses.
The streets slowly emptied and soon became desolate. Every corner we turned a cat could be seen running across the street. At one point, an old man with thick white eyebrows, a baldhead, long dirty white beard and patchy rags walked out of an alley with a trolley. I slowed down and handed the guy some chocolate I had in my bag, at least some humanity remained in my body.
Finally we arrived. It was a small rundown building that Tala had spent many hours in. Bryan had basically saved him, but he went back every now and then.
"Is this it Hilary? This old building?" Bry walked in the front door. Yellow police tape was still evident in places. Tiny specks had refused to let go of the building.
"Yeah Bry, this is it. This was the last place he stood alive," I felt slightly sick at being back there. The place was dark and throbbed doom and gloom. Stepping past him, I went up the stairs. Bryan followed me into a small room. Next to the wall on the left, a dried red stain was on the floor. It was also on the wall itself. It had been smeared.
"Holy shit," I remained silent, "so much blood."
"Not all of it is his."
He turned around to face me, "What do you mean? The killer couldn't have been injured that bad, they're still out there!" His face was twisted with mixed emotions, not one could beat the other.
"Tell me Hilary, how do you know so much about his murder? It's like you're a psychic!"
"I know about other murders as well."
"Other ones? You have got to be joking," he had sat down next to Tala's dried blood pool.
"Does it look like I'm laughing?" I was rather rude about it.
"No, you're not. So tell me now or I'll haunt you if I die."
"You'll haunt me anyway. If you truly do," I leant against the opposite wall, "I did it."
Bryan's eyes widened, his mouth dropped open and tears started to form, "How could you Hilary? How the fuck could you do it?" His face was taking a new form. Hatred flashed in his eyes and his hands clenched into fists.
Looking at him, I found no reason to lie, "With a knife. That's all I used and he died, but not without a fight."
"You fucking bitch!" he yelled at me.
"Let me finish viper," I felt sick.
"Why did you do it? Why?"
"Money and family reasons."
"Family reasons? You have no family!"
Turning around to look out the window, I felt my voice fill with acid, "How dare you. The only family I have is my little brother who will die if I don't do this job."
"Job? You call this a fucking job! You're some friend."
"He wasn't the first, Tala. Mariah was first, then him, then Tyson, and then Max. It wasn't easy Bryan! But if I don't then Matthew and I will both die. I want to see my brother graduate and become a doctor so he can help people. I don't want him to be like me."
"Then get a real job girl!"
"And put professional hit man on my resume? I don't think so," I turned to face Bryan.
He got up, "Disappear then, take your brother and vanish."
"They'll find me, and I'll die slowly for it."
"Just listen to me Hilary!"
"No Bryan, I won't. I'm sorry but you now know the real me. A heartless assassin that kills her friends to save one person. I'm a freaking monster!" I pulled my pistol out of my bag.
"WOAH Hill! Put that away now!" Bry started to panic.
"How bout no. Truly I'm sorry Bryan, but you have to go."
"Hang on Hilary. I just wan…"
BANGSorry bout his death, but it was on the list. Yeah, I have a list of who will die. Please review!
