Asazi
Chapter 11
Brink smiled nodded his head a little and started walking toward me. I was too vulnerable in the water so I got as close as I could to shore without getting close to Brink.
I was scared. Fear. I was experiencing my first case of absolute fear. Fear so powerful that I froze up as Brink looked at me with those cold, piercing eyes. "Hello little girl," he said mockingly at me.
I shook myself, trying to control the shaking that was taking over my body. I was very scared. "What do you want, Brink," I said. No point in trying to fake him out. He knew that I had seen it and knew that he had to get rid of me.
So here I was. On the brink of a beach fight. One the brink of war. Against Brink. How ironic.
I took off, running through the ankle-high water toward the sandcastle that hid my guns. I ran for what seemed like a few seconds when I reached the sandcastle but I knew it was longer.
I grabbed my clothes and threw them into the air, my eyes spotting two black objects while another two were too far to catch. I caught the two guns in each hand; their cold handles seemed to burn into my hands. I raised them and aimed at Brink and his two buddies.
They stopped running after me, their distance between them and me less than ten yards. It was close and I was a rookie…they could probably tell because my hands were shaking and my lip trembling. "Don't come ANY closer. I saw what you did and I don't care. I won't tell anybody."
Brink smiled and looked down at the sand, then back up at me. He shook his head no and said, "But you see, little girl, it don't work like that. When you kill someone, there are no witnesses." He paused, gesturing to the beach, then continued, "Everyone here knows that you had—have—two guns in your hand and if you pull the trigger, everyone will know. Everyone will hear and look. And you will be caught with at least twenty people able to identify you…"
I made my first mistake in the killing business. I hesitated. Brink dove at me as his two buddies flanked me. I fired twice!
BLAM! BLAM! One shot was accompanied by; "Ooh shit!"
The other was a miss. I dove to my right, firing at two blurs of bodies running around. I hit the sand and fired off three more rounds in each gun. Another figure went down and fired at Brink, who was still busy running around, dodging bullets.
I fired again and again until the ammo was gone in one gun. I started to get to my feet when a foot planted itself into my back. "Ooh," I cried as I flew forward into the sand. It flew up and I had an idea.
I heard Brink stepping up behind me. I grabbed a fistful of sand and whipped into the air behind me as I whirled around to face Brink. "AAA," he cried as sand flew into his eyes, burning them. I then sidekicked him in the upper rib cage, knocking the wind out of him. Then I made the best move that I had made so far; I turned ran.
"IT'S NOT OVER YOU LITTLE BITCH," Brink screamed as I ran away.
People were looking and gasping and talking and pointing at me as I ran. I didn't care. I kept running until I was gone from the beach. It was only four o'clock in the afternoon, the summer sun's heat worse than it had been all day.
I had to find a place to sleep and fast. I was too tired to keep running so I made a turn at the next intersection and stopped running. People were looking and pointing at me, even though I was at least a mile from the beach—oh.
I still had one gun in my hand. I checked the chamber and it one bullet left. The clip was empty so I took it out and tossed it away. I was still in the stolen swimsuit too; my clothes at the beach no doubt tore up by Brink's rage…
I put the small pistol in the lower part of my swimsuit. It was heavy and pulled it down with every step I took so I put my hands on my sides and held the suit up without it making me look like I was.
About a half-hour later I found a hotel area that had a bunch of different huts as rooms, trying to make it a Caribbean setting hotel. I snuck into one of the empty huts, went into a closet and fell asleep…exhaustion had completely taken over me…
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Someone screamed I snapped awake to see a woman standing over me. Her hands were shaking and she was obviously scared. After a few seconds of confusion, her face began to turn to sympathy. "What are you doing here," she asked me in a gentle voice.
Apparently my hotel room
I got to my feet and dashed out of the hut. I ran past a man that was carrying suitcases up to the little hotel hut. I dashed down until I was out of sight and heading back down to the beach. I was going to work out tonight.
Brink had probably left the beach a couple minutes after I did; two of his buddies were shot, maybe dead, so he had to clean up fast, before cops came. I was scared but I had to get to the beach for getting stronger. Had too.
I had plans for the night. I was going to work very hard. I was going to find a strong undertow and let it pull me in. Then I would fight it will all my strength and if I made it out, I was obviously destined to be an assassin. If I didn't…then my life was a waste.
A good-for-nothing waste, like Shawn. The moon was out, my watch reading about ten o'clock. The beach seemed a little higher than it was at Xynan's house…I remember my Dad telling me something about the moon and something called 'tide'. I didn't understand it then and still don't now. Gravity and the moon's pull on the Earth? What's gravity?
I watched the watery waves gently crash onto the shore…so peaceful. Peaceful…unlike the weapon in my swimming suit shorts. I pulled it out and found a rock to put it on; I knew the sand would mess it up.
Once again, I thought of Brink and evil. What exactly was evil? The fact that I shot two people today…was that evil? It was in self-defense. They were probably planning on drowning me. I had to get the guns and shoot them or I would've died. Better them than me…isn't that right? The whispers suddenly came back.
A whisper said, "That's right, Asazi. Better them than you…after all, it's a hard world to live in and survival is the key to everything." At first I was surprised; the whispers had never called me by my name…then I realized that I didn't have a name the first time they spoke.
A different whisper said, "No. Evil is breaking any one of the commandments in any way. Treat people like you want to be treated…that is the key to survival. As long as you don't let me people take the best of you, that is the key to enjoying your life."
Treat people like I want to be treated? How is that possible? To treat someone like I want to be treated? To be kind, giving, caring…that's not even possible. There's no way that I could do that.
"Yes there is," it said back. The whisper seemed almost happy…, "You must be that way first…then it will slowly turn for the better and, after much patience, you will have respect and success. Treat people like you want to be treated. That is the rule in life…"
BUT HOW?!
That's impossible, I thought. There's not a single person is this damned world that does that…
The whisper's counter to my last thought was heartbreaking. It said two words…
"Your parents."
Tears came to my eyes. I started crying, even though I promised to never shed another tear…I couldn't help it. Why hide your emotions? Why keep them built up inside, knowing that someday you will explode and hurt someone that you really didn't' mean to…? Life itself was impossible.
In deep emotion, I ran into the water. It splashed around me and I felt something tug lightly at my feet. The undertow…the rip current of the waters. I closed my eyes and took another step forward. The pull got stronger…I took a deep breath, raised my other foot and—
"AAA!" I screamed as it took me down, getting a lungfull of water. I quickly got myself back together and started swimming with sudden strength.
I pushed myself, screaming mentally at myself. I thought PUSH YOURSELF! BE STRONGER THAN ASAZI WAS! YOU CAN DO IT!
It didn't help though. It took thirty seconds to get two feet up…it was apparent that I wasn't to be an assassin…quite obvious. So I stopped moving my arms and let my body get pulled by the current. I was scared; to die was to be free…but to die and not know what was next, if there was anything, was not freedom. It just a cage in another form.
About forty-five seconds after I first got pulled I sense something…a weakness in the tide as it pulled me sideways, parallel to the shore… Though my arms burned and my lungs screamed for air, I started swimming again, this time parallel to the shore. I was starting to get away!
I gave it all I had and slowly, I got away from the current and swam to the surface. I surfaced, gasping for blessed air…I was alive. And I was wrong. It was my destiny to become an assassin. Sure I wasn't going to treat people like I wanted to be treated; how could you if you were hired to kill? But I was going to live out my life.
I would do the best that I could possible do.
It was my destiny…I saw—felt—the weakness in the tide. I knew it was there and I took advantage of it. I would see the weakness in people's lives, knowing just at the right time when to pull the trigger and get away…
Destiny? What was destiny? The fact that our lives our already planned out and that we have no choice because everything we do is part of it? No…there was no such thing as destiny. I make my own destiny; I will meet my own fate.
Destiny isn't real because I just beat it. I didn't drown even though I had already given up…perhaps it was my destiny to drown, but I changed it. Perhaps it was my destiny to get murdered by Brink but I changed that too…destiny isn't real. It's bullshit. An idea that was created by some person that didn't want to live their life like they were…so they said, 'these bad times are just part of my destiny to become a great person'…yeah right.
I swam back to shore.
My fate would be whatever I wanted it to be. Whether or not it's rough on the way there. No way that anybody's going to stop me…no way.
I picked up the gun and put it back in my swimsuit…I looked to the left of the beach…the beach ended and there were some cliffs a few more miles down; I could see in the moonlight.
Down to the right…just a whole lot more beaches, parking lots and the city…I chose left and started walking toward the cliffs. I would sleep up there tonight. I doubt anybody'll go up there…those cliffs are about fifty feet high. I played with the gun that I still had, learning how to insert and eject clips…I figured it out in a few seconds.
I started climbing up the huge hill, noticing that as I got closer, there was a patch of trees and bushes. I reached the top and walked into the little grove…found a good tree and sat under it…there were some clouds in the distance, across the ocean…it looked like it was going to rain tomorrow…I only hoped it would…
Brink's gang probably wouldn't look for me a whole lot if it were raining…
I fell asleep, my thoughts on Brink and how my heart weeped for him and whatever sad past he might've had…
Author's Note
So how was it? I know, I know…there wasn't much action but what can I say? But…the next chapter, 12, is ALL action. Sure she pauses and thinks a little, but it's SOLID ACTION GUNFIGHT! I promised… There will be a lot more in the chapters to come (after all, there is a gang war going on…you were told about that in chapter 9…). I hope you're enjoying the fic, even though it's pretty dark…I think that when I hit chapter 14 I'm gonna stop for a few days, kinda take a break…anyway, hope you're enjoying it and please review!