Death's Bullet
Part 7:
When Mia finally made it through the door she was exhausted. Of course Dom was lounging on her sofa. It would've been nice if he had made dinner.
"Is he still alive?" Was the first thing that popped out of her mouth.
Dom rolled his eyes. "Yes, Bryan is still alive." He said with his voice dripping sarcastically. "What do you take me for?"
Mia wasn't even going to answer that. Dom probably wouldn't like her answer.
"So his name is Bryan." Mia mused. "Anything else?"
"Nope. He doesn't know where he's from and doesn't remember much of his past." Dom continued. His eyes trained on the TV. Some violent show was on, where a pretty woman was getting murdered by a masked man. Mia resisted rolling her chocolate eyes.
"Can't you find something better to watch?" she asked exasperated. There was no response from Dom. "Job?"
"Assassin." Dom said nonchalantly but watching her reaction out of the corner of his dark eye.
"Dom don't joke." Mia had a stressful day as it was. She didn't need his wry sense of humor.
"That's what he told me." Dom answered vaguely. His mind in the TV.
Mia wanted to strangle that smug look off his handsome face. "Whatever. I'm ordering dinner." Fat greasy pizza sounded yummy, especially the ones where you could literally see the sheen of calories on the cheese.
Mia left the cozy, yet frustrated room to order.
Dom watched her go and sighed mentally. She would probably order some weird combination of toppings, like mushrooms pineapple, and black olives.
Upstairs, Bryan was listening to the conversation down the stairs. He had to get out of there fast. Time was of the essence. It the agency found out where he was and who he was with, they would surly kill Dom and the girl.
With so much blood on his hands, Bryan didn't need any more guilt on his conscious. Speaking of blood, his body appeared to be in a better state.
The small cuts were almost healed and his bones didn't ache as much. He had found that out when he pulled the Band-Aids off. All of the bullet marks and lacerations were covered by bandages, so Bryan couldn't tell what state they were in. They didn't hurt, though. Bryan took this as a good sign.
In the semi numb state Bryan was in, he figured that he could jack a car and put good distance between him and the agency until he was fully healed. As long as no one saw him commit the act, then he was good.
He pried himself of the flowery scented sheets and went to the closet in search of clean clothes. Opening the flower incrusted closet, Bryan took note that all the clothes were female. Nothing that he could wear. Although, he could always turn into a drag queen. Bryan bleached at the thought.
Hesitantly he opened the door. To his relief no one was up there. He could hear the TV blaring from downstairs and the girl's voice chattering on about something.
There were six rooms on the top floor. A bathroom, a hallway closet, and four other bedrooms. One of the bedrooms had to have men's clothes, since Dom lived here, or at least he was staying here. Bryan knew never to make assumptions.
Now, all he had to do was find the room that looked the most masculine. He started at the far room to his right. It was done in shades of pink. The next room was a bathroom with a double sink and shower.
The room after that was artistically painted in shades of green but when Bryan checked the closet and dresser, there were no clothes.
The room after that was the room he was in, so there was no need to check it twice. A hallway closet followed it, but there were only towels and wash cloths in it.
Finally, he came to the room before, what looked like the master bedroom, and it had wall papered race cars on the wall. The closet was full of shirts. There were muscle shirts (tank top with the thick strap), and graphic tees, and plain t-shirts, and sweat shirts.
Bryan grabbed one of the muscle shirts. It was a little big. In the dresser there were socks, jeans, and cargo pants. Bryan grabbed and put on one of the jeans. It was slightly baggy like the shirt, but clothes were clothes. Unless there were girl's clothes.
Bryan had no clue what happened to his shoes, so he grabbed some kind of gym shoe from the closet and slipped it on. Bryan never liked to wear socks, unless he was wearing shoes that needed to be broken in.
He was about to exit the race car inspired room, when he saw the girl on the top of the stair case.
"Shit," Bryan muttered. "Damn carpeted stairs."
"Dom what room did you put him in?" Mia shouted.
"Yours, Mia." He shouted back. Mia stood there speechless for a second. How could Dom invade her space like that? She was about to storm back downstairs, when her guest room next to the closet was open.
Bryan mentally cursed himself. He had left the door open and hadn't fixed the bed. Damnit, his abilities were lacking but thank god the girl hadn't seen him.
"Dom did you put him in the pink guestroom?" Mia screamed.
"Ya, why." Dom returned.
"He's not there." Mia shouted again, growing a little hysterical. A stranger was running around the house. Dom said he was an assassin, he could kill them.
"What!" Mia could hear Dom pounding on the hard wood floors to get to her. In a few seconds she saw him racing up the stairs. He pushed past her and into the room.
"Your right." Dom accused. Mia tried not to roll her eyes.
As surreptitiously as he could, Bryan shut the door. He needed a way out now. Sapphire eyes darted around the room for an exit or a hiding place. He could hide in the closet or under the bed, or he could get out through the window.
He choose the window. Racing to it, he unlock the pane of glass and wood, and then yanked it up. Excellent, he thought, there were no screens. The window was also approximately two feet by three feet. Sliding his upper body threw, Bryan was pleased to note that there was a three inch ledge.
If he stood on the ledge then he could reach the roof, and hopefully do a pull-up up onto the roof. He had to hurry because he could hear Dom and Mia opening and slamming shut doors.
Fully sliding out, Bryan's feet were on the window seal and ledge to steady himself. He was pleased to find out that he was right and could reach the roof, with out standing on tippy toes. Grasping the roof, he began to pull himself onto it while his right foot shut the window.
Successfully, he made it onto the roof with only scratches on his finger and elbows. He hated sand paper like roofs. Once safely on the roof, he lay down and just breathed.
A searing pain cut through his shoulders and biceps. Sweat was pouring down his face in rivulets, matting his dirty blonde hair to his face. He needed a shower badly.
Dom was checking rooms while Mia, who thought that Bryan could be potentially dangerous, was hiding in the bathroom. She was only brave when it counted it seemed.
When he got to his room, he first noticed that the drawers were open and the closet was wide open. This meant that Bryan had been there or was still there. Dom checked the closet and any other promising hiding places. He was staring out the window, when he noticed Band-Aids on the floor and dirty/bloody prints on the window sill and ledge.
He threw open the window and on the black roof, Dom could see a wet substance.
"Mia, I found him." He shouted towards the bathroom.
"Ok, go get him." She returned.
"How the hell to I get him off the damn roof?" Dom retorted angrily.
"Ladder, dumb ass." Mia snorted. Dom could hear her start the shower.
This was going to be a long rescue or kidnapping mission.