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Chapter 6
Cora squeezed her eyes shut: praying that Ben would be quick about it. He was leaning over her, the weight of him crushing her and forcing the air out of her lungs. What was a few seconds felt like hours. She was beginning to get dizzy, and just as she was about to pass out, the weight was suddenly lifted off of her. Precious air filled her lungs, gasping she opened her eyes and searched through the dark yard to find out what had happened.
That's when she heard the screams. Sick guttural screams, that ended with a gurgling sound. Then she heard another scream, frantically she searched for the source of the noise. Her eyes finally focused to the darkness around her, she saw Knives standing over Ben. She almost screamed herself. His eyes...what the hell happened to his eyes? His beautiful frosty eyes had been replaced by a frightening blue glow that slashed through the darkness like a razor blade. Ben laid on his back his, hands in front of him, as if to shield himself from his attacker.
"No...god...what are you?" he screamed. She could see just enough from the light shining from Knives' eyes. Ben looked as if he was staring face to face with the devil himself. And in a way he was...
"What am I?" he said maliciously, "You needn't worry about what I am, foul piece of garbage. You've only a few seconds left to live. After that it won't matter anymore to you what I am. "
With that Ben let out a scream that pierced Cora's ears. She heard the sick noise of bones crunching, and the sound of Ben whimpering.
"You, know human you're a lot like a cockroach your so hard to kill. No matter I'll take care of you for sure now." Cora saw the glint of his gun as he aimed and pulled the trigger. She covered her eyes, her breath that was hard to come by a few minutes ago, was now in and out of her lungs so fast that she felt dizzy and slipped into unconciousness.
Knives looked around at his victims, disappointed that they had been so easy to do away with. The two smaller men, were just no fun. But the big one named Ben was slightly entertaining, at least he put up somewhat of a fight. He looked at the man underneath him, he had broken several of his bones, cut him a few times with a knife he had taken from the kitchen, and finally lodged a bullet between his eyes.
"Not exactly my cleanest kill, but it got the job done." he laughed to himself. He looked at his hands, covered in the rotten humans blood, he took up a piece of the mans shirt and wiped hands. A twisted gleeful smile beginning to emerge, as the rush of the kill slowly reached it's plateau.
He scanned the yard, remembering the human woman was out there somewhere. The wicked smile he wore faded as he his eyes rested on the heap laying in the dust a few yards away. He got up, and went towards Cora, an odd feeling mixing in with his adrenaline rush. Seeing her rolled into a ball made him really wish there was a way that he could bring the men back to life and kill them again. In fact, now that he thought of it, he had never experienced the urge to kill another human as much as he did while he stood over Ben. Knives chalked it up to being bored, the men had been nothing more than some quick entertainment. But his blood began simmering slightly when he got close enough to see what they had done to the woman on the ground.
Her shirt had been torn open slightly, and her nose was gushing blood. He kneeled down beside her and began to button her shirt back up. As soon as he touch her, Cora woke up, and proceeded to freak out, thinking her attackers were back to finish her.
Knives took hold of her wrists and tried to calm her. "Human its me, stop struggling or you'll only make things worse." still she struggled, whispering small pleas to leave her alone.
"Human," he said in his most demanding tone, "calm yourself immediately." She struggled even harder trying to hide her face, afraid she'd be hit again. The only thing she wanted was to be free of his grip.
Knives grabbed her by the shoulders not knowing what else to do, he shook just enough to get her attention "CORA stop! It's me." he yelled.
She heard her name and stopped her eyes opened slowly. She looked up and stared into the still blue glowing eyes, and stilled herself. So afraid that it was her turn to feel him put a bullet in her head.
"Can you stand?" he asked. Funny his voice sounded worried, she thought through the haze of pain and confusion. It was then that she realized, he had not come to kill her, but to help her. Cora tried to stand, but must have blacked out for a moment; the next thing she knew she was being carried inside the house by a pair of strong solid arms. Her head was swimming she was just awake enough to see Knives holding her. Cora noticed how different he looked, so.... determined, was that concern in his face? She watched as his ferocious glowing eyes, dimmed and his beautiful ice blue eyes returned.
Her head was beginning to feel heavy, she laid it on his shoulder, too tired to keep it up any longer. She felt herself being laid gently on her bed.
"I have to get something to clean you up with." he said quietly, she nodded, not really registering what he was saying.
Knives reached for the bowl that was in the cabinet and began to fill it. He looked in the mirror that hung over the sink, and caught a glimpse of himself. He looked different, sure he looked angry, but there was something else too. He looked like someone had just taken something that was his, or had at least tried to. He stood there for minute, inspecting the odd reflection of himself. Why did he look that way? He would have pondered it longer, but he heard her issue a soft cry of pain. He quickly turned the water off and grabbed some towels.
Her face was covered in blood. Knives pulled a chair up to her and dipped the towel in the bowl. She yelped as the towel brushed past her nose. Knives considered that maybe her nose had been broken. He looked down at her and spoke quietly, yelling at her would not help the matter.
"Listen this is going to hurt. I have to see if it's broken, you have to hold still." He place his hands on her nose and began feeling around. To Cora it felt like someone had hit her again, her hand gripped his leg digging her nails in, trying to block out the pain, but she did not make a sound.
Knives felt the hand on his leg and a twinge in his stomach, being touched like that was a first for him. It flustered him for a split second not knowing if he wanted to swat the hand away or leave it be. He noticed her eyes had squeezed shut with small tears peeking out of the corners. She obviously could withstand more pain than he thought she could, another quality he admired.
"Relax, it's not broken." he said as reached for the towel so he could wipe off more blood. She cringed slightly, not wanting to feel anymore pain.
"It has to be done. You can't just lay there with blood all over you" he said sternly.
She shook her head in protest. Knives was getting slightly irritated, only because the blood reminded him that he should have taken more time on her attackers.
He sighed and softened his voice, "I'll try to be gentle," he dipped the towel in the water and held it out towards her, "please Cora."
She edged herself towards him. True to his word Knives was gentle, she never so much as winced under his touch. This was all new to Knives, who was to used to inflicting the pain, not tending to it. He was amazed at how tender he could be when the need called for it.
In a few minutes time, Knives had cleared most of the blood away. Cora laid there silent, exhausted from the ordeal. The area around her nose was already a light blue color, and a small cut had been etched into her upper lip. Knives looked at the cut, and how it had made her lip swell slightly, making her look like she was pouting. He cocked his head, confused as to why looking at her lips was bringing back that twinge in his stomach.
Wait a minute..what the HELL was his problem? Why was he sitting there admiring her, she was just human, albeit a smart human, but a human no less. He sighed, it must be the excitement of the night making him think this way. He had cleaned her up because he felt it was only fair since she had done the same for him. Not because he care for her.
Cora watched him through heavy eyes. Could it be that underneath all that hatred and fury was a gentle creature? She didn't quite know yet, but she was willing to give him another chance, if only to repay him for helping her. Especially in his condition. Wait a minute, Cora had completely forgotten he was injured! Her eyes scanned his body, seeing that in fact his wounds had been reopened.
"You're bleeding" she whispered trying to sit up. Knives looked down, he hadn't even noticed, too concerned with the happenings of the past few moments.
"I'm fine, they don't hurt that much. They've been healing nicely the past few days. I will survive." he coaxed her back down on the bed.
"You need to rest. I'll be in my room" He went to stand up and felt a soft hand stretched out, grasping his. Knives on a regular day would have killed someone for doing that. But he remembered that this had definitely not been a regular day.
"You don't want to know why they attacked me do you." she said
"Does it matter now that they are gone?" she noticed how his body had stiffened at her touch.
"You don't understand just because they are dead doesn't mean someone else won't be back. I owe them money." a hint a fear mingled in her words.
"Why do you owe them money. You don't seem to be the type to do something like that."
"I wasn't the one who borrowed it. It was my husband. We needed to buy this house, we were married just about a year ago. He wanted so badly to buy this house because I had loved it so much. But he couldn't afford it, so he borrowed it from that Ben guy with the intent to pay it all back."
Knives felt angry at the sound of the word husband. What was that..jealousy? No it couldn't be.
"So where is your husband now? I have yet to see him around." he snorted.
"He's gone, he died a few months back. He was very sick... he never recovered. But now the debt has been transferred to me and I just don't know what I'll do. I know I don't have to worry about Ben but the minute the rest of his gang realizes he's dead they'll be back they'll want more than just money. They've been threatening me for months now." she began to get a panicky sound in her voice.
"You needn't worry about that." he answered
"Why?"
"You just don't," he said, "go to sleep." he was just about to leave when she said something else.
"You called me by my name.."
"So I did." he answered, "seems I have given you less credit than you deserved."
"I like you calling me by my name," she whispered, "thank you"
Knives felt awkward, not knowing what to say to her, he nodded quietly and shut the door. After he had left, Cora changed into her nightgown for bed. She went into the bathroom and looked at her face, it was really better than she thought it was, but it hurt like hell. Knives had done a very good job on cleaning her up. He was such a strange creature, but at least now she knew he wasn't all that bad. Then she realized that there were still three bodies out on her front lawn....people he had killed. Cora suddenly didn't feel so good. She splashed some cool water on her face and went to bed, trying with all her might to forget that there were three dead bodies on her lawn, and the man who had killed them across the hall.
Needless to say Cora could not sleep at all that night, she tossed and turned for an hour or two. Her head ached and her nose throbbed. Her room was like an oven, she needed air she padded over to the window, relieved to feel the cool night air swirl through her room making her feel a little better. She went back to bed feeling a bit more comfortable, she was just drifting off when she heard a noise coming from outside.
She went back to the window and stuck her head outside, not being able to see anyone. But she knew she heard someone was outside. She crept out of her room, shaking with fear. Gingerly she walked down to the kitchen below, glad to see the old rusty gun, sitting on the table, it still had one shot in it. She scooped it up and cocked it, while inching her way to the back door.
The wind was picking up a bit, her hair and nightgown whipping around her. She saw a shadow turn around to the front of the house. She wished Knives were up, wait a minute no she didn't she didn't need more bodies pilling up in her yard. She followed the shadow, quickening her pace. It was so dark out, she wished she had grabbed a flashlight or something. She turned around the house and saw a figure standing a few feet away. Not pausing for him to make the first move she aimed for the figures head; and fired....missing completely. Now she was really afraid, she was out of bullets. She looked at the figure who hadn't so much as flinched at the shot fired at it.
Cora turned on her heels back towards the back door, when the figure darted after her and grabbed her wrist. She yelped and tried to tug away.
"You're a lousy shot you know. Didn't that husband of your teach you anything?" a deep familiar voice chuckled.
She turned around saw that it was Knives, still barefoot in his pajama bottoms and carrying a very large shiny black gun.
"You? I thought..." she had been so scared, laughing out of relief she embraced him, completely forgetting his whole "no touching" rule.
Knives stood there arms spread away from her, too shocked to hug back. At first he wanted to do what he had done in the past, pull her away and belittle her for even thinking about touching him. But after tonight he realized she had already been through enough, he would grant her this one thing. Slowly he wrapped his strong arms around her and held her cautiously, not really knowing the correct way to hold a woman, having never held one before. Oddly enough, it was soothing to have her huddled so close to him.
"What are you doing out here?" she asked, finally regaining her composure, embarrassed that she had let herself get that close to him; and shocked that he had allowed her to.
"Taking out the garbage" he said plainly. It took her a few seconds before she realized what he had meant. She looked across the yard, the three bodies had disappeared. A shiver ran up her spine, she didn't want to know how he had disposed of them. She wanted to forget about the whole thing all together, or at least until morning. She tried to change the subject.
"I'm sorry I shot at you, I thought you were someone out to get me."
Knives laughed out loud, "You missed by a mile. I don't think you could have shot me even if I was two feet away."
Cora laughed finding his sudden sense of humor as a blessing. "I never really got the hang of shooting. My father, and husband both took a turn at teaching me. But I just never took to it."
"Maybe you didn't have the right teacher. " he looked down at her, a cocky smirk emerging from his lips.
"Knives are you offering to teach me to shoot?" she almost sounded coy. He kinda liked it.
"Better than having you blowing your own head off."
"Is that sarcasm Knives? Funny I thought you didn't know how to do anything but be mean and nasty."
"Woman you wear me thin." he chuckled, "I will teach you to shoot....someday. Now go to bed, you'll have nothing to fear tonight"
He watched as she walked back to the house, her dark hair whipping in the wind. Once he saw the light in her room go out he did a quick perimeter check around the house, and went to bed.
Cora laid in bed slightly confused, this man was so weird. Angry one moment, and laughing the next. And what did he mean by someday? Was he thinking about sticking around? She wasn't sure how she felt about having him in the house. He had killed three people without even a hint of mercy, and then tended to her with a gentleness she had never seen before.
"And I wear him thin?" she said to herself, as she pulled the covers over her, hoping that sleep would find her soon.
*** I bet you never saw that one coming did you? I originally planned for Knives to let the three men go, but let's face it Knives would not have done that. And I realize that he's going in and out of character, but that's all part of the plan, trust me this will all come full circle. How, do you ask....just keep reading, you'll have to see.****
Chapter 6
Cora squeezed her eyes shut: praying that Ben would be quick about it. He was leaning over her, the weight of him crushing her and forcing the air out of her lungs. What was a few seconds felt like hours. She was beginning to get dizzy, and just as she was about to pass out, the weight was suddenly lifted off of her. Precious air filled her lungs, gasping she opened her eyes and searched through the dark yard to find out what had happened.
That's when she heard the screams. Sick guttural screams, that ended with a gurgling sound. Then she heard another scream, frantically she searched for the source of the noise. Her eyes finally focused to the darkness around her, she saw Knives standing over Ben. She almost screamed herself. His eyes...what the hell happened to his eyes? His beautiful frosty eyes had been replaced by a frightening blue glow that slashed through the darkness like a razor blade. Ben laid on his back his, hands in front of him, as if to shield himself from his attacker.
"No...god...what are you?" he screamed. She could see just enough from the light shining from Knives' eyes. Ben looked as if he was staring face to face with the devil himself. And in a way he was...
"What am I?" he said maliciously, "You needn't worry about what I am, foul piece of garbage. You've only a few seconds left to live. After that it won't matter anymore to you what I am. "
With that Ben let out a scream that pierced Cora's ears. She heard the sick noise of bones crunching, and the sound of Ben whimpering.
"You, know human you're a lot like a cockroach your so hard to kill. No matter I'll take care of you for sure now." Cora saw the glint of his gun as he aimed and pulled the trigger. She covered her eyes, her breath that was hard to come by a few minutes ago, was now in and out of her lungs so fast that she felt dizzy and slipped into unconciousness.
Knives looked around at his victims, disappointed that they had been so easy to do away with. The two smaller men, were just no fun. But the big one named Ben was slightly entertaining, at least he put up somewhat of a fight. He looked at the man underneath him, he had broken several of his bones, cut him a few times with a knife he had taken from the kitchen, and finally lodged a bullet between his eyes.
"Not exactly my cleanest kill, but it got the job done." he laughed to himself. He looked at his hands, covered in the rotten humans blood, he took up a piece of the mans shirt and wiped hands. A twisted gleeful smile beginning to emerge, as the rush of the kill slowly reached it's plateau.
He scanned the yard, remembering the human woman was out there somewhere. The wicked smile he wore faded as he his eyes rested on the heap laying in the dust a few yards away. He got up, and went towards Cora, an odd feeling mixing in with his adrenaline rush. Seeing her rolled into a ball made him really wish there was a way that he could bring the men back to life and kill them again. In fact, now that he thought of it, he had never experienced the urge to kill another human as much as he did while he stood over Ben. Knives chalked it up to being bored, the men had been nothing more than some quick entertainment. But his blood began simmering slightly when he got close enough to see what they had done to the woman on the ground.
Her shirt had been torn open slightly, and her nose was gushing blood. He kneeled down beside her and began to button her shirt back up. As soon as he touch her, Cora woke up, and proceeded to freak out, thinking her attackers were back to finish her.
Knives took hold of her wrists and tried to calm her. "Human its me, stop struggling or you'll only make things worse." still she struggled, whispering small pleas to leave her alone.
"Human," he said in his most demanding tone, "calm yourself immediately." She struggled even harder trying to hide her face, afraid she'd be hit again. The only thing she wanted was to be free of his grip.
Knives grabbed her by the shoulders not knowing what else to do, he shook just enough to get her attention "CORA stop! It's me." he yelled.
She heard her name and stopped her eyes opened slowly. She looked up and stared into the still blue glowing eyes, and stilled herself. So afraid that it was her turn to feel him put a bullet in her head.
"Can you stand?" he asked. Funny his voice sounded worried, she thought through the haze of pain and confusion. It was then that she realized, he had not come to kill her, but to help her. Cora tried to stand, but must have blacked out for a moment; the next thing she knew she was being carried inside the house by a pair of strong solid arms. Her head was swimming she was just awake enough to see Knives holding her. Cora noticed how different he looked, so.... determined, was that concern in his face? She watched as his ferocious glowing eyes, dimmed and his beautiful ice blue eyes returned.
Her head was beginning to feel heavy, she laid it on his shoulder, too tired to keep it up any longer. She felt herself being laid gently on her bed.
"I have to get something to clean you up with." he said quietly, she nodded, not really registering what he was saying.
Knives reached for the bowl that was in the cabinet and began to fill it. He looked in the mirror that hung over the sink, and caught a glimpse of himself. He looked different, sure he looked angry, but there was something else too. He looked like someone had just taken something that was his, or had at least tried to. He stood there for minute, inspecting the odd reflection of himself. Why did he look that way? He would have pondered it longer, but he heard her issue a soft cry of pain. He quickly turned the water off and grabbed some towels.
Her face was covered in blood. Knives pulled a chair up to her and dipped the towel in the bowl. She yelped as the towel brushed past her nose. Knives considered that maybe her nose had been broken. He looked down at her and spoke quietly, yelling at her would not help the matter.
"Listen this is going to hurt. I have to see if it's broken, you have to hold still." He place his hands on her nose and began feeling around. To Cora it felt like someone had hit her again, her hand gripped his leg digging her nails in, trying to block out the pain, but she did not make a sound.
Knives felt the hand on his leg and a twinge in his stomach, being touched like that was a first for him. It flustered him for a split second not knowing if he wanted to swat the hand away or leave it be. He noticed her eyes had squeezed shut with small tears peeking out of the corners. She obviously could withstand more pain than he thought she could, another quality he admired.
"Relax, it's not broken." he said as reached for the towel so he could wipe off more blood. She cringed slightly, not wanting to feel anymore pain.
"It has to be done. You can't just lay there with blood all over you" he said sternly.
She shook her head in protest. Knives was getting slightly irritated, only because the blood reminded him that he should have taken more time on her attackers.
He sighed and softened his voice, "I'll try to be gentle," he dipped the towel in the water and held it out towards her, "please Cora."
She edged herself towards him. True to his word Knives was gentle, she never so much as winced under his touch. This was all new to Knives, who was to used to inflicting the pain, not tending to it. He was amazed at how tender he could be when the need called for it.
In a few minutes time, Knives had cleared most of the blood away. Cora laid there silent, exhausted from the ordeal. The area around her nose was already a light blue color, and a small cut had been etched into her upper lip. Knives looked at the cut, and how it had made her lip swell slightly, making her look like she was pouting. He cocked his head, confused as to why looking at her lips was bringing back that twinge in his stomach.
Wait a minute..what the HELL was his problem? Why was he sitting there admiring her, she was just human, albeit a smart human, but a human no less. He sighed, it must be the excitement of the night making him think this way. He had cleaned her up because he felt it was only fair since she had done the same for him. Not because he care for her.
Cora watched him through heavy eyes. Could it be that underneath all that hatred and fury was a gentle creature? She didn't quite know yet, but she was willing to give him another chance, if only to repay him for helping her. Especially in his condition. Wait a minute, Cora had completely forgotten he was injured! Her eyes scanned his body, seeing that in fact his wounds had been reopened.
"You're bleeding" she whispered trying to sit up. Knives looked down, he hadn't even noticed, too concerned with the happenings of the past few moments.
"I'm fine, they don't hurt that much. They've been healing nicely the past few days. I will survive." he coaxed her back down on the bed.
"You need to rest. I'll be in my room" He went to stand up and felt a soft hand stretched out, grasping his. Knives on a regular day would have killed someone for doing that. But he remembered that this had definitely not been a regular day.
"You don't want to know why they attacked me do you." she said
"Does it matter now that they are gone?" she noticed how his body had stiffened at her touch.
"You don't understand just because they are dead doesn't mean someone else won't be back. I owe them money." a hint a fear mingled in her words.
"Why do you owe them money. You don't seem to be the type to do something like that."
"I wasn't the one who borrowed it. It was my husband. We needed to buy this house, we were married just about a year ago. He wanted so badly to buy this house because I had loved it so much. But he couldn't afford it, so he borrowed it from that Ben guy with the intent to pay it all back."
Knives felt angry at the sound of the word husband. What was that..jealousy? No it couldn't be.
"So where is your husband now? I have yet to see him around." he snorted.
"He's gone, he died a few months back. He was very sick... he never recovered. But now the debt has been transferred to me and I just don't know what I'll do. I know I don't have to worry about Ben but the minute the rest of his gang realizes he's dead they'll be back they'll want more than just money. They've been threatening me for months now." she began to get a panicky sound in her voice.
"You needn't worry about that." he answered
"Why?"
"You just don't," he said, "go to sleep." he was just about to leave when she said something else.
"You called me by my name.."
"So I did." he answered, "seems I have given you less credit than you deserved."
"I like you calling me by my name," she whispered, "thank you"
Knives felt awkward, not knowing what to say to her, he nodded quietly and shut the door. After he had left, Cora changed into her nightgown for bed. She went into the bathroom and looked at her face, it was really better than she thought it was, but it hurt like hell. Knives had done a very good job on cleaning her up. He was such a strange creature, but at least now she knew he wasn't all that bad. Then she realized that there were still three bodies out on her front lawn....people he had killed. Cora suddenly didn't feel so good. She splashed some cool water on her face and went to bed, trying with all her might to forget that there were three dead bodies on her lawn, and the man who had killed them across the hall.
Needless to say Cora could not sleep at all that night, she tossed and turned for an hour or two. Her head ached and her nose throbbed. Her room was like an oven, she needed air she padded over to the window, relieved to feel the cool night air swirl through her room making her feel a little better. She went back to bed feeling a bit more comfortable, she was just drifting off when she heard a noise coming from outside.
She went back to the window and stuck her head outside, not being able to see anyone. But she knew she heard someone was outside. She crept out of her room, shaking with fear. Gingerly she walked down to the kitchen below, glad to see the old rusty gun, sitting on the table, it still had one shot in it. She scooped it up and cocked it, while inching her way to the back door.
The wind was picking up a bit, her hair and nightgown whipping around her. She saw a shadow turn around to the front of the house. She wished Knives were up, wait a minute no she didn't she didn't need more bodies pilling up in her yard. She followed the shadow, quickening her pace. It was so dark out, she wished she had grabbed a flashlight or something. She turned around the house and saw a figure standing a few feet away. Not pausing for him to make the first move she aimed for the figures head; and fired....missing completely. Now she was really afraid, she was out of bullets. She looked at the figure who hadn't so much as flinched at the shot fired at it.
Cora turned on her heels back towards the back door, when the figure darted after her and grabbed her wrist. She yelped and tried to tug away.
"You're a lousy shot you know. Didn't that husband of your teach you anything?" a deep familiar voice chuckled.
She turned around saw that it was Knives, still barefoot in his pajama bottoms and carrying a very large shiny black gun.
"You? I thought..." she had been so scared, laughing out of relief she embraced him, completely forgetting his whole "no touching" rule.
Knives stood there arms spread away from her, too shocked to hug back. At first he wanted to do what he had done in the past, pull her away and belittle her for even thinking about touching him. But after tonight he realized she had already been through enough, he would grant her this one thing. Slowly he wrapped his strong arms around her and held her cautiously, not really knowing the correct way to hold a woman, having never held one before. Oddly enough, it was soothing to have her huddled so close to him.
"What are you doing out here?" she asked, finally regaining her composure, embarrassed that she had let herself get that close to him; and shocked that he had allowed her to.
"Taking out the garbage" he said plainly. It took her a few seconds before she realized what he had meant. She looked across the yard, the three bodies had disappeared. A shiver ran up her spine, she didn't want to know how he had disposed of them. She wanted to forget about the whole thing all together, or at least until morning. She tried to change the subject.
"I'm sorry I shot at you, I thought you were someone out to get me."
Knives laughed out loud, "You missed by a mile. I don't think you could have shot me even if I was two feet away."
Cora laughed finding his sudden sense of humor as a blessing. "I never really got the hang of shooting. My father, and husband both took a turn at teaching me. But I just never took to it."
"Maybe you didn't have the right teacher. " he looked down at her, a cocky smirk emerging from his lips.
"Knives are you offering to teach me to shoot?" she almost sounded coy. He kinda liked it.
"Better than having you blowing your own head off."
"Is that sarcasm Knives? Funny I thought you didn't know how to do anything but be mean and nasty."
"Woman you wear me thin." he chuckled, "I will teach you to shoot....someday. Now go to bed, you'll have nothing to fear tonight"
He watched as she walked back to the house, her dark hair whipping in the wind. Once he saw the light in her room go out he did a quick perimeter check around the house, and went to bed.
Cora laid in bed slightly confused, this man was so weird. Angry one moment, and laughing the next. And what did he mean by someday? Was he thinking about sticking around? She wasn't sure how she felt about having him in the house. He had killed three people without even a hint of mercy, and then tended to her with a gentleness she had never seen before.
"And I wear him thin?" she said to herself, as she pulled the covers over her, hoping that sleep would find her soon.
*** I bet you never saw that one coming did you? I originally planned for Knives to let the three men go, but let's face it Knives would not have done that. And I realize that he's going in and out of character, but that's all part of the plan, trust me this will all come full circle. How, do you ask....just keep reading, you'll have to see.****