"Memory"

"Wait, Jack." Alex stopped. They were on Jack's bed.

"What is it?" Jack moved away a bit. "What's wrong, Baby?"

"Bobby. He's not back yet. I just, what went on, here? Am I supposed to be mad at him, or...I just, I'm confused."

"Don't, don't be angry at Bobby. He didn't know. Well, I dunno what he would've done if he knew it was me to begin with. But he didn't. He saw a guy in my room, thought you were in danger, and stepped in to help."

"Yeah, but like you said, what WOULD he have done? He might've done the same, regardless, Jack."

"Well we can't know, now. But yeah, I hope he comes back home soon. As long as he doesn't hit me again."

Alex couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry." She yawned. "Are you tired?"

"Yeah. You goin' to bed?"

"I think so, yeah. Hey, tonight, you can stay up here too, can't you?" She said, standing up, standing close to him, his hands holding her face. He kissed her sweetly, then lightly bit his bottom lip, like he was savoring the memory.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be staying."

It was late night, outside the Mercer house. Iciss, yes that was her name, had her trusty silenced .38 tucked into her baggy black jeans. She was sent here. She had received a call, from...someone. In this business, you learn not to ask too many questions. She did find it humorous, however, that the person who had called her and met her with half the payment had found it necessary to use a deep scary voice, and wear a long coat and hide their face. She had almost started giggling when they had spoken to her. But now it was time to do her job. Once more, don't get it twisted, she wasn't a moral-less assassin. She only went after those who had done wrong already, and the law was to no avail. Who could rely on the police anyway, they never helped any. This woman she was sent after, she was a murderer. About 20, a few years younger than herself. She had killed two men. Killed one guy, a family man, he had a wife, and 3 kids. The second one she framed for the first's murder. Then she got bored and killed him too. Mutilated him. Whoever had sent her had slid her photos from the crime scenes. The first, he was stabbed, multiple times to the abdomen. He must've been about 40-something. The second, he was beyond recognition. Half his face was blown off, and the other half, well, good luck cleaning THAT up. He was probably in his late 20's, early 30's. But his poor mother, she had been so sad to lose her son, her only family. Same went for the first man's wife, and her kids. Those poor people. This bitch would pay.

Everyone in this house was asleep. All the lights were out. 'This shouldn't be too hard,' She thought to herself, then scolded. 'Don't get cocky, Iciss, that'll getcha killed.' She quietly slipped in, after picking the back door's lock. She slipped upstairs, after securing the downstairs, knowing no one was there. But here it got tricky. That meant everyone was up here, and they'd have the advantage. That was, they would if they were awake, and aware. She had been told that there was only one female in the house, and she was to be killed. She was blind here, not knowing which room this girl was in, and what room would be the death of her. But what the hell? She picked this room. She entered, and saw two people in this bed. A young man, with what could possibly be the greatest hair on Earth, and a young woman, in his arms. They looked so in love, and they both looked so innocent, so pained by the past, and yet somehow,also the present. But she had to do the job. She went for her gun, pulled it out, and aimed. But as she did, she felt a barrel against the back of her neck as well.

"Drop it." She heard a voice from behind, the voice she had dreaded to hear, she had been caught, and she was gonna be shot, but also, that voice, it sounded...comforting, as well as putting her on edge. She could tell, he was hot. She could do that. Judge looks by voice. She had only heard two words from him, and they had been threatening, not to mention he had a gun to her head, but yet, she was seriously attracted to him already. She lifted her hand, pointing her gun up, and he quickly snatched it from her. The sleeping couple started to stir.

"Who the hell are you!" Jack said, pulling out his own gun, Alex doing the same. Basic instinct.

"I GOT this, guys." Angel said, then directed his words at Iciss. "Who the hell are you!"

"Iciss. My name is Iciss."

"Iciss? Hi, Iciss. I'm Angel. Now tell me, why were you gonna shoot my little brother, and his girlfriend? Huh?"

"Your brother? Adoption, or slang?"

"Shut up. Adoption. Shut up. Answer me."

"I wasn't. Well, I was. But not your brother. Just the girl."

"Why?" Alex questioned, returning her gun's aim to the assassin.

"Alex! I got this." Angel exclaimed. "Why?"

Iciss couldn't help but laugh, then coughed. "Sorry. Because. I was hired. And she's a murderer."

Bobby woke up the next morning, in a strange room, and 3 hands. After some conseration, he decided that one of the hands was not of his possession. He concluded, it was the hand with purplish-red fingernail polish. He flashed back to the previous night, and smiled. And she was still here. Bobby finally realized that that sound was the shower. That girl, Kerrie. Bobby lied there, and thought about this..situation. Bobby had only had one drink, same for her. So, 1) she didn't sleep with him because she was drunk, and 2) she really was that hot. 'So, Bobby,' he thought to himself, 'What's your next move?' He sat up. There was a note on the nightstand. It read:

B,

If you wake up, and I'm gone, my number

is 555-1454. I had fun. So did you. So call me.

If you don't, well, I've got your cell number, I'll

call you.

p.s. if you wake up, and im still here, in the shower...

well, we had fun LAST night

--Kerrie

Bobby had to smile. This girl knew him all-too well. He got up, out of bed, and walked into the bathroom. Kerrie heard him, opened the shower curtain a bit, peeked her head out. "I wished you'd wake up while I was in here. Had you slept any longer, I was gonna hafta stall. So, you up for a shower?"

"What! She's not a murderer! YOU'RE the hitman here!" Jack yelled. Alex's face was white. She was silent.

"Yeah. Explain yourself." Angel sat Iciss on Jack's chair. "Who sent you?"

"Does the hitman ever know who sent them?"

"Why were you sent to kill my friend?"

"Again, no one tells the assassin anything."

"Then why did you mention her being a 'murderer'? Obviously you know something, and it matters to you."

"OK. I only do jobs, I only 'hit' those who I believe have done something morally wrong. I can't just kill some innocent person."

"But Alexis IS innocent. Whatever the told you, they were lying." Jack was angered now.

"Jack." Alex touched his arm.

"Alex?"

"She IS a murderer. Isn't that right?" Iciss looked at her.

"Shut up! No! I-I DIDN'T!" Alex pulled her knees up to her chest, her hands to her head, by her forehead. Sh almost started crying.

"Who did they tell you she killed?" Jack yelled.

"Two men. George Berr and Tim Clayton. She framed Clayton for Berr's murder, then killed him anyway. Right?"

"What? N-no! That's a lie! Liar! Shut up! Please!" She really was crying now. Jack pulled her close to him, her head against his chest. She left a small dark spot on his blue shirt where she had cryed.

"Shh..You're fine. Safe. I promise." He said, stroking her hair. She was sobbing, gasping. She had ever seemed so unstable. But she soon pulled herself together, and got tough again. She stood up and went over to Iciss.

"You wanna know the truth? You wanna know who REALLY did wrong!"

"Where am I goin?" She nodded toward Angel, his gun still pointed at her.

"OK then." She sat down on Jack's bed, and told everyone there the story.

"I was gang raped, technically. One guy was in it for sex, the other wanted that sick dominating feeling. But the freak got jealous, and killed the other one. And he came back for more, the sick fuck. That's how I got some of these scars. It was painful. That's why I have some of these dreams."

"So you didn't kill Berr?"

"No. I didn't."

"What about Clayton?

"That fuck." She stood, and leaned against the wall across the room. "I blew him away. Point blank in the face. Left his face so messed up, not even his own mother would be able to recognize him, though i doubt she'd want anything to do with that psychopath. Thats how I got the other scars. He was like a roach. Just wouldn't die without a struggle. I think what killed him most was, neither would I. But I knew something was up. Why would he bring the other guy in the first place? He was hired. To kill me.But he couldn't resist himself, could he? That motherfucker, I was only 12!" She smacked the wall with her hand, leaned her back to it, and slid down to the floor. There she started crying again.

So for a while they kept trying to figure out who sent Iciss. Who would hate Alex? And for that? And was that why they we after her, or was that just a cover? And where the hell was Bobby?