Chapter 4: Falling

I stared down the barrel of my gun at Edward. I blocked out every distraction and focused on his vital areas where I could shoot him and be done with it.

He didn't move, but spoke to me, "You are really going to try and kill me after last night?"

I didn't move an inch, "Try, that's funny. I am going to kill you." I pulled the trigger, but the blast did not ring throughout the room like it normally would. I had the silencer on. The bullet grazed his left shoulder and buried itself into the wall behind him. Why didn't I go for his heart? He had to have moved.

"Was that a warning? To prove you can kill me. Or are you just toying with me?" He asked coolly looked dead on at me.

He hadn't moved; I missed. Why then, why didn't I take him out? "Maybe I am toying with you." I responded in a soft whisper with a lie. Without hesitation this time I shot and aimed for his heart.

Time seemed to slow down as the bullet went straight at him. Why did I fire? Why did I have to kill? Why did I choose this life? Why was I questioning myself now when my hands, no my body, was covered with the blood of those I've killed? In that instant he moved around the bullet and knocked me over pinning me down on the bed. His legs pinned mine and he held my arms down with his own. The gun never left my hand though.

It was my turn to ask, "What are you? You evaded my bullet from this close a range." I stared up into his blue eyes but all I saw was the pure darkness that let me know that he didn't want to kill me, but he wanted to survive more. "What did they do to you?"

I hit a nerve. His expression became harsher before it faded into an indifferent glare, but he wasn't mad at me. This I knew. "You knew I was experimented on," I nodded. "Yet you came after me, not knowing if you would live."

I shrugged as much as I could. Lying on a bed naked while a naked man hovers over you holding you down, it just isn't easy to shrug. "I live for the kill. It's better than working a dead end job for the rest of my life. Plus the reward was 5 mil for your head served on a silver platter to the government."

He laughed and bent down close to me closing the empty space between our faces so that he was close, almost too close. "It was all a lie my little Angel." My eyes widened as he spoke. "The government has been after you for five years. When you were nineteen and entering college you began killing. You started off small but soon became the best 'for hire' assassin in the world. Under the alias Angel you killed numerous men and women. Mostly men thought. Stop me if I make a mistake." He smiled that cocky smile.

I glared up at him. "Go ahead feed me my life story. I've lived it once. I'd love to see what others on the outside think they know."

"You killed because your parents were murdered. The killers were already in the hands of the government by the time you hunted down their gang, so you thought. You couldn't have done any better because you were five when they died. Anyway for the past five years you have killed anywhere from gang members to federal agents. The government wants you. I was hired to kill you. The best thing to do was put a false story out on myself."

I tried to move the gun without him recognizing but he tightened his grip on me, and the gun fell to the floor. "It was a set up."

He bent down to my ear, "I have done onto you that of which you have done onto me." I smirked; a world of hate flowed through me. They finally had me. My number was up. Then he let go of me. Edward rolled off and walked over to wear his pants lay on the floor. He began to get dressed while he spoke to me. "The information sent out was not all false. I was experimented on but when I turn you in they will surely kill me as well. They wanted to create an elite soldier, and they have. I saw each movement you made when firing at me. Each frame moved so slow in my mind that the bullet seemed to freeze in time as I gazed upon it. I evaded it with ease. I am almost indestructible, very hard to kill at the very least. Then again, that was the point all along. But alas, I was too good, and they needed me destroyed. They had picked me because I was an assassin when they found me. They thought the experiments would kill me, but it did not. I was a test subject that not only lived, but also thrived on the power they gave me. Knowing this they had to get rid of me, but why not use me first? That's when I was assigned to kill you." He stopped talking and looked over to me.

I was still naked under the covers. I got to my knees and glared at him, "So what, you gonna take me in now?"

He shook his head, "I am not afraid of dieing, and I bet that you are not either. It doesn't mean we don't want to die though."

"You picked the wrong job then." I said coldly.

His eyes filled with sorrow, "You truly do not care then?"

"No."

He sighed, "You're a good liar, but it is still a lie."

"You can try and figure me out all day. Or hell try and make me double guess myself, but I will not let you turn me in."

"I don't plan to." He said and came over to the bedside and sat down next to me.

I moved back, but could not move far without being totally exposed, for he sat on the sheet making it hard for me to move. So I sat still, "Why not?"

"I want your help. If we go in together then we can take them out. Maybe not all, but most. We have to take them out and get rid of the files that are on us."

"Why should I trust you?"

"The people who killed your parents were part of the same agency that created me. Your parents got a heart for the subjects when they found out about…the side effects and the agency considered them a threat to the organization. For that they were terminated. In this business I am all you have left." He said looking up with pity in his eyes.

"That's bull." I was surprisingly able to hold back my anger and not yell at him.

He shook his head and handed me his phone, "Hit redial. Chris' number will be on there last. He sold you out to the government, and I was given his number to call to get info on you."

I reluctantly hit redial and the man spoke, "Hello, Edward?" It was Chris' voice. I dropped the phone, and Edward leaned over and hung it up. I had no one who knew me in this business that I could trust. I mean I knew I couldn't trust Chris, but I had. He sold me out. And brining in any one else would be unfair. Even brining in Meg as I did….I should have kept walking, but what's done is done.

"I'll help you." I said quietly holding back tears.

Edward leaned forward and tried to touch my face.

"Back off or you won't get help." I said bitterly and he eased off. "Now turn around or something, so I can get dressed."

He stood suddenly, "Why? I have seen you…all of you."

I glared, "Do it, or I don't help."

He turned around with his arms raised in front of him with elbows bent in an 'I'm innocent' look, but I grabbed the sheet and went into the bathroom. I turned on the shower until the room was beginning to fill with steam. The water beat hard against my back burning the skin so that it was a bright pink. "I won't cry, I won't." I whispered. I slide down the wall of the shower and cried softly. I held my knees to my chest and let the silent tears fall. I finally stood and finished cleaning off then stepped out into the steam filled room. I wrapped a towel from the closet around my body and walked over to the fogged mirror. I looked like a scarred lost child. That's exactly how I felt. I stepped out of the room, and Edward had his back turned as he made coffee. Without turning he spoke.

"There are clean cloths on the chair for you." He poured a cup for himself and another one for me. "Here." He said and placed it on the table.

I looked through the pile of cloths. A pair of black jeans, a black shirt, and a bullet proof vest. They were very basic, but hell there was even underwear and bra…okay I was officially freaked out. "You had this all planned."

He looked up at me with a soft smile, "Everything except what happened last night. I was hoping we could have talked out the whole thing, and you would accept. We never did get to talk though."

I blushed but forced the involuntary reaction away. "What if we had talked it out, and I refused?"

"It didn't happen that way now did it?"

I tried to look intimidating, but that didn't work in a towel. How in the world did I keep finding myself without cloths on? "That doesn't answer my question."

He sat down at the table still only in a pair of jeans. So tempting. No, I had to focus! He took a sip then spoke, "I'm not sure. I guess I would have played it by ear."

I held the cloths close to my body and walked off to the bathroom, "You would have found yourself dead."

"Again, it never happened. And I'm very much alive." He spoke softly.

I looked back, but could think of nothing to say in retaliation. If we got into the agency then I would look up stuff on my parents. If he lied I'd take every single one of them out…including him.