THE KILLING TYPE - AGAIN, CHAPTER 2
"NIGHTMARES & REVELATIONS"
"What got him so spooked" Christie pined.
The platinum haired beauty was still upset about the events of the previous
night, she was currently on the roof of her apartment trying to work off
her frustrations with a session of she-quan, but her frustration was getting
the better of her and seriously biting into the grace of her generally far
more fluid movements.
"Why did he pull away so suddenly, a second earlier he seemed to enjoy
the moment, we were sharing something so delicious, so passionate
and then he suddenly freaked out".
It was a warm day and the sun was beating down, it wasn't long before
Christie's athletic body was drowned in sweat, her tight sports bra and
matching leggings soon hugged her figure even tighter.
Finally her movements stopped and, stretching, she took a deep breath
"Time for a shower" she thought to herself.
Christie loved showering, nothing made her feel better than the streaming
water of a hot shower run over her skin, leaning her head back she let
the water run through her hair.
"He was so handsome" she thought to herself.
"Not handsome in a pretty boy way, but handsome in a ruggedly
masculine way, a strong brow, high cheek bones, sunken cheeks, a
strong, granite jaw line, and that smoothed over cranium, and his
voice, it was deep and sensual".
While reminiscing over his chiseled features she felt her hand bring
itself up between her legs, and soon soft moans poured from her lips
as she pleasured herself with the visual memory of the man she so
desired.
Stepping out of the shower with a smile on her face, Christie wrapped
a towel around her hair and wrapped herself in a snug bathrobe,
strolling into the kitchen she mixed herself a gin and tonic and moved
out onto the balcony to relax.
As the afternoon rolled in, the sun began it's decent and as the sky
faded to a light orange haze, so did the temperature, as a welcoming
breeze of cool air crept in. Christie lay catnapping on a fold out chair
on her balcony, a smile crossed her face as the cool air brushed
against her supple skin.
"It all happened so quickly" she thought.
"One minute we were lost in each other, the next minute that drunk came
stumbling out of nowhere and ruined everything".
"And then....then he broke the man's wrist with one swift movement
and knocked him out cold, he did it when the drunk grabbed me, he was
............he was protecting me" 47's act of schivalry made Christie
suddenly feel warm inside, it made her smile again.
"How sweet of him" she thought to herself.
"The way he moved though, with such speed and efficiency, only
proffesionals move like that.......I he be???........
after all no ordinary person could move like that".
Christie opened her eyes and sat up, "It's time to do some digging".
"I don't deserve her" 47 thought to himself.
"I brutalised that man right in front of her, she must be terrified of me".
47 lay on his bed, his collar was undone, his sleeves rolled up, he was
staring, longingly, up through the sky light. In his hands he held a silk
handkerchief. The previous night when he and Christie were walking
and talking Christie had unknowingly dropped the handkerchief, 47
was quick to retrieve it, but being so deep in conversation he forget
to return it to Christie, he had only realised this after getting home
last night. Putting the handkerchief to his nostrils he gently closed
his eyes and breathed in deeply, Christie's scent had a strong presence
on the silk, it was a sweet, perfumed, feminine scent, immensely
arousing. 47 groaned as the smell of Christie overan all his senses.
"She'll never have you" a voice in the back of his head spoke.
"Your'e a cold blooded killer, an abomination, a monster" the
voice taunted.
"No one will EVER love you".
"Leave me alone" 47 replied in his head, with that he curled up on
the bed, gripping the silk handkerchief tightly in his hand, the same
way a lonely child would grip a teddy bear. Gradually he drifted
off to sleep on the sweet aromas of Christie's handkerchief.
"Goooooddamn it" Cameron Allen groaned, the 30 year old had
a splitting headache.
"I gotta lay off the juice" he groaned once more, putting a palm to
his head. The young lawyer had, the previous night, in a drunken
stooper stumbled into his study and fallen asleep on the sofa, still
dressed in his formal tuxedo which was now a crumpled, undone
mess.
"Rough Night???" a voice came from the other side of the room.
"Jesus Christ" a startled Cameron blurted out.
Christie, donned in her blue and white jumpsuit, stood smiling
across the room from him.
"Christie,....you scared the hell outta me"
"Looks like someone put too much hair on the dog" Christie
chuckled, elegantly.
"Yeah, well it seemed like fun at the time, by the way did Romero show
last night???, you were really looking foward to meeting ol slaphead".
"Now that you mention it, I was lucky to meet him at all" she said,
casually seating herself on the sofa oppositte to his.
"I saw him approach the manor from the main entrance, but he didn't
even bother coming inside, he went straight to the garden courtyard".
At hearing this Cameron once again lay back on the sofa.
"Yeah, I knew he'd pull something like that, I probably should have
told you a bit more about him,........he loves those tomatoes" Cameron
spoke, once again clutching his aching head.
"Cameron, that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about"
"Yeah, whatch'a wanna know???" he groaned
"What does Romero do for a living???"
There was a silent pause before Cameron answered.
"He doesn't,......he's in early retirement".
Christie frowned "Well then what did he do before retirement???".
Cameron let out a long sigh "He was a high price assassin".
"You mean like me???".
There was another silent pause.
"Christie.....let's just say, compared to him your'e a saint".
With that Cameron rolled over, turning his back on Christie as if he were
ready to take a nap.
"That's all you'll get from me, you wanna know the rest, Only Romero
himself can tell you".
47 was sitting with his back against a tree at the edge of a vast crystal blue
lake, the sky was slightly overcast but the temperature was satisfactory,
small chestnut rabbits were gathered around him, nibbling on grass and
daisies, resting at his feet. As he watched the rabbits nibble and play a
white feather landed in his lap, looking up his eyes widened in amazement
Christie was hovering in the air above, adorned in the same elegant dress
she wore the previous night, two, large, white wings sprouted from her
back, she was like an angel, and appeared even more beatiful than he
remembered her. As 47 rose to his feet, Christie slowly lowered to the
ground, they moved closer and closer until finally they met with a
deeply passionate kiss, 47 reached up to stroke her cheek, the second
his palm touched her skin thick red blood gushed out of his hands and
soaked her face, she screamed as the blood started to burn away her
skin, relentlessly, like some kind of acid, soon the skin all over her
body was disintegrating as she shrieked in pain and her wings fell apart.
47 could only watch in horror as blood continued to gush out of his
palms from some unseen wound, then his hands writhed and bulged
as they slowly, painfully transformed into huge, grasping, beast like claws.
47 could only cry out in agony.
"It's not fair,........................ IT'S NOT FAAAAAAAAAAIR".
47 awoke suddenly from his horrifying nightmare, to the sound of his
phone ringing, wincing his brow and forehead he answered it.
"Hello"
"Hello, Romero???, this is Christie I'd like.....I need to talk to you, about
last night, and some other things, Cameron told me about......your
proffession..........will you come and see me in about half an hour???"
What followed was a long, uncertain, silence, before 47 replied.
"O......Okay".
END OF CHAPTER 2.
Well that wraps up Chapter 2, I hope your'e all enjoying reading this story
as much as I'm enjoying writing it, personally I feel these two chapters are
a big improvement over the first three, One of my prime intentions was to
bring out a vulnerability within 47. Don't fret CHAPTER 3 isn't far away,
I've already started writing it. DON'T FORGET, I LIVE FOR REVIEWS,
I WANT A SET OF REVIEWS FOR EACH CHAPTER, PRAISE AND
FLAME ARE EQUALLY WELCOME.
- YOUR PAL "FAMAS"