Chapter 4

Yeah, it was him. Michael Kin. I couldn't believe he was actually showing his face out in public when Donovan is after him. He should know that Donovan has connections throughout the world. But then again, who knows what he's thinking. But I knew he knew someone was going to come after him sometime.

I pushed through the crowd, ignoring their rude remarks & stood a few feet away from the foot of the podium so I could get a good look at him. He was speaking Chinese so I ignored his dialect & stared at his face. Maybe he would notice me & we would make eye contact & I would glare at him. Just a warning for him to look out for me, because I am coming for him.

He finally looked down.

He sees me!

But he just looked away & the crowd cheered louder when he walked down the steps into the crowd. I watched him as he walked over to a little corner, holding the hands of women that approached him as soon as he was in the crowd. They sat down & he began to flirt with the women.

Since when did he become a ladies' man?!

But I couldn't let a few giddy women keep me from completing my job.

I should lodge around until he finally notices me.

I sat back down at the small table I was at before & stared at him, assuming he will see & get uncomfortable. Sometimes I loved seeing that look on my victims' faces. But I suppose in an angel costume, I wasn't all that threatening. Suddenly Michael was looking at me as if he heard what I was thinking. He stared at me, slightly frowning. I just returned the stare. After a few seconds, he called some bouncers over to him & started whispering in their ears.

He's kicking me out now, huh?

The bouncers made their way towards me. I just sat, casually with my legs crossed & waited for them to speak or at least grab my arms & drag me out. There were two of them. They looked at each other then back at me.

"What's this about?" I asked them after waiting for them to say something.

"He wants to see you," the shorter one told me, his accent evident in his voice as he tilted his head towards Michael.

So he wants to see me . . . I wonder what this is about.

I slowly stood up, taking my time as I straightened my skirt & expecting the bouncers to get impatient. I saw the taller one shift his position & look away from the corner of my eyes. I started to walk slowly to where Kin was. As soon as I arrived with the two bouncers behind me, he stood up & walked off to where there was a large door that reached the ceiling. He went inside the room behind the door & gestured for me to follow. I past glances at two bouncers who opened the door just to see their expressions on their faces before I followed him inside. It could be a trap for all I knew . . .

There was a flight of stairs that he was walking up. So I followed him. It was dark, but I could see where I was going just a bit. Soon, I found myself in a dark room with only candles on the coffee table & a large window that covered the whole wall parallel to me, revealing the full moon as light. Even though I could barely see, I could tell that it was a fancy room.

I spotted a small piece of paper on the coffee table with writing on it. I walked over to it with my arms crossed & bent down a bit to read it.

"The angel of death will be visiting you shortly," it read.

Obviously, Donovan wrote this to scare Michael.

My clothes . . .

The "angel of death" was none other than me.

Donovan, you work in twisted ways.

I stood up straight still looking at the handwriting on the paper.

"So how are you this fine night, angel of death?" I heard Kin's voice from my right.

I turned to look at him. He approached out of the darkness with two wineglasses filled with red wine. The moonlight illuminated his facial features. He had the face of a child even though he was just about older than I. I just stared back at him, waiting for him to speak again. If he knew who I was & why I was here, I would rather have him speak.

He sat down on the couch by the coffee table with his back facing the window & sipped his wine. He had set the one that was supposedly mine on the coffee table. Kin slapped the cushion beside him a few times, telling me to sit down. I did. I didn't do anything else, because they way he was acting, he probably had something planned. I could feel Michael staring at me so I looked at him.

"So," he began, "How are you going to kill me tonight?"

He sipped his wine once more. I watched as his Adam's apple moved up & down as he drank.

Oh, nothing special. I'll just break that glass in your face, that's all.

The sinister voice had returned. I just asked him how he wanted to be killed & that was when he stopped drinking & looked me.

Is he suddenly getting scared? Or did I just surprise him a bit?

I passed him a smirk & he let out a small laugh.

"I'm not afraid to die," he said as he stood up & walked over to the window, "Not anymore."

I stood up as well & followed him until I was right behind him.

This is it! Get him now!

My arms dropped to the side & my hands tightened into fists. He stood still with his back towards me, not bothering to move & see what I was doing. But he knew I was about to do something. And as if own their own, my hands were up my skirt, pulling out my knife. He swirled the last bit of wine in his glass & then brought it to his lips.

Do it now!

The voice was screaming at me now. My fingers tensed around the knife as I brought up to my ear. What happened after that I barely remember. There was a loud sound & then I was soaring through the air with shimmering pieces of my reflection around me. Then . . . I went unconscious.

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I opened my eyes to bright light. I closed them shut. There was too much light for me to endure. I clutched some thin sheets in my hands & wrapped them around my body as I turned onto my stomach. I could tell I was in a bed. Whose bed, I didn't know. It didn't matter. It was so warm & soft against my aching body.

Why does it hurt?

I opened my eyes, slightly. White was all I saw. I raised my head a bit so I could see where I was. I saw a white room. Everything was mostly white. The dressers, carpet, walls, ceiling fan, lamps, closet, curtains, balcony, & the bed. The balcony doors were open & the curtains were swaying in the wind. I could see the blue cloudless sky & parts of a beach through the balcony from where I was.

I sat up in the bed, the covers sliding off my chest. It was sort of cool without the sheets.

How did I end up here? What happened?

I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing a light blue top. I lifted the sheets & saw that I wearing light blue shorts. Someone had put these clothes on me.

I stretched, but soon realized that something or some things were wrapped around certain parts of my body. I looked at my left arm & saw bandages wrapped around it. I twisted my waist & felt something tug at my skin. I lifted my top up so I could see the bandage clinging to my skin. I also felt a rugged wound on the side of my head. I felt my coarse hair. It was like that whenever I get it wet & let it dry by itself. The makeup on my face was gone.

I looked around the room then got out of the bed. I walked over to the balcony & overlooked the small beach in the distance. There were many people there & around the shops closer to where I was. The sun beamed down on the whole area & making it extremely hot, but there was a fair wind to cool everything down.

What is this place? Who brought me here? Was it Donovan?

I suddenly remembered the time when I woke up just like this once. I had fulfilled my duty, but ended beaten & battered. But that time I was nude. Donovan had soiled me saying it was a congratulation. I ended up losing my virginity that night. But I soon got over it. It wasn't like I was saving myself for marriage or anything like that . . .

I didn't get to assassinate Michael Kin . . .

I didn't remember killing him so I must have not. But I was close . . .

What am I going to tell Donovan? He's going to be angry with me. Kin was suppose to die that night . . .

I heard the door click & then open. I turned around & leaned onto the stone rail to see who was coming in. Hopefully, it was the person who brought me here. The door opened halfway & a man took one step into the room.

Bayman?! The hell?! Why am I running into him all of the sudden?! What is the deal?!

It was Bayman. He was dressed in black. Black windbreakers, T-shirt, & sneakers.

He looked at me, noticing I was up & fine. He said hi & so did I. Then he opened the door all the way, stepped inside, & then closed it.

"You're probably wondering how you got here & what happened to you," he spoke to me as he walked closer towards me.

Yes, I was.

"Did you bring me here?" I asked him as he placed his hands on the rail & overlooked the beach, "What is this place?"

He told me I was in Dalian & that I had an "accident". Also, if it weren't for him I'd be swimming with the fishes. I really didn't understand the meaning of what he all said. I was about to kill someone then I end up in a bed with bandages all over me. I was lost.

"Dalian? Where's that? And what accident? What happened to me?" my expression changed from confused to furious, "Who did it? Do you know?"

Bayman just stared back at me with his solemn face. He wiped his nose on the sleeve of his shirt then began to walk back into the room. He sat on the bed, facing me. He claimed he didn't know & that he just found me floating in the river behind the club. Thought I was dead, I suppose. I walked over to him. I sat on the bed beside him & looked off to the side. I didn't want to see his expression after I ask my next question.

"So why didn't you take me to a hospital instead of taking me here & treating me yourself," I asked him.

He laughed, silently & fell back onto the bed, "That's something I should be asking you."

". . . What?"

"Tell me why I have to take miles away from Hong Kong just so no one would find you & kill you?"

What? I don't know! What're you trying to say?!

"I . . ." I began, but nothing else came out.

"Some men with flashlights were looking for you in the river," he continued, "I don't why I got involved, but I did. I had to hide you from them. I heard them say you were one of Donovan's & that you were there to assassinate Michael Kin."

He knows I'm an assassin . . . What about him? Who is he? And why is he getting involved?

I asked him if he knew Donovan. His eyes were closed, but they soon opened & looked at me. I just stared back into his blue eyes & he stared back at mine.

Is he testing me . . .? I can do this all day if you want, Bayman . . .

He turned away & sat up, "I know he's a depraved man whose ambitions know no bounds . . ."

"So you've heard of him?" I asked, "Funny, though. Only certain people know about Donovan. Those he's corrupted. I knew you weren't normal . . . You were lying."

Bayman looked at me, confused. He probably didn't think I would notice this. Or maybe he did.

So he could be that man that tried to stop me before . . .

I got off of the bed & walked over to one of the dressers to mess with the lamp, "Just what do you do? Specifically."