Chapter 2
A/N; Damn, am I evil or what, leaving you hanging like that? Anyhow, here's
more of everyone's favorite sociopath...well, I guess that fits both of
them...hmm. Here ya are,
Jaws
"I'm an assassin." Whoa, reality check. What was this? The newest espionage thriller movie? This dude didn't resemble James Bond in the least. "You're an assassin." I repeated disbelievingly. He inclined his head once. "Yes." "As in, people pay you money and you kill someone for them." I clarified. He shrugged. "Not always. A lot of the time, I work by favors, and if you can convince me of a good reason to kill someone, I'll invariably do it. There are things I prefer over money. I like to kill. Therefore, I kill whenever I get the chance." He said that like it was the most reasonable, normal thing in the world. "You know," I said honestly, "I'm as tough as a hood gets, but I don't know if I'd ever be able to kill an innocent person." He smiled, and it was almost reassuring. "Don't worry. I'm the best, my services don't get wasted on any one less than corrupt. Most all of the people I kill are evil, or at least very twisted and a potential threat to society." I grinned broadly. "Hey, I could live with that. Make like "The Punisher", huh?"
I could tell he was resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "So, would you like to be apprenticed to me?" I thought about it for a minute. I didn't have any money. I had no car. I doubted that street fighting, and rolling drunks were desirable qualifications for a resume. And last but not least; I had absolutely no plans. No future. Yeah, apprenticeship it was. "Sounds good." I agreed. He smiled slowly. "I take it you can use a gun at least marginally well?" I grinned back. "Yeah, I can use a gun." "Good. We leave in the morning." "Where we goin?" "Saint Louis. An old friend has a small problem she needs help with. We are going to help her. Have you ever seen a werewolf?" I shook my head, attempting to keep my mouth from hanging open. Werewolves? What were we doing with werewolves? "Well, you will tomorrow. That's part of our problem. Now, come on, I've got three empty rooms, you get to pick which one you want."
I picked the room decorated in grey and blue. Dark, silvery grey, and light, icy blue, close to the color of my eyes. I had a queen size bed, a big chest of drawers made out of some kind of white wood, a bed table, a desk and swivel chair, complete with notebooks and pens and things, and a radio/c.d. player. There was a big walk in closet, and a bathroom was right across the hall. There was, oddly enough, a mirror laying upside down on the floor underneath the window. Don't ask me why, cuz I don't know.
I shrugged out of my jacket and draped it across the back of the desk chair. I flopped down on my back on the bed and toed my boots off, staring up at the ceiling. Well this was odd. It as one of those things that were so bizarre you never even imagined them happening. It was sorta like...when you have sex for the first time, and you look around and your like, "What the fuck? Is this really happening. Nah, I'm dreaming." But it's not even like that, cuz everyone thinks of having sex. It's more like this one time that I was at the Curtis's house. I was sitting on the couch, a beer bottle in one hand, a cigarette in the other, just chilling and watching T.V. Then Ponyboy and Johnny come running in with this big fuzzy white caterpillar they found. Then Steve and Soda run in the other door, and both of them roll over the couch, Steve grabs my cigarette outta my hand, accidentally sticks Pony in the ass with it, the caterpillar goes flying into my beer, then Two-Bit walks in, steals the beer and takes a swig while everyone is too busy howling in pain or laughing to stop him. Then Two Bit spits out the caterpillar which lands on the floor by the door way, where Darry promptly walks in, steps on it, slips and lands on his ass. Now I never woulda thought that that would have happened, or even dreamed it. But it did.
That's sorta what this was like. Thinking of that damn fuzzy white bug brought an unexpected smile to my face. I wonder what the gang's doing right now? It's 2 o clock in the morning. Darry, Pony, and Soda are probably asleep, though Pony is most likely reading. Boy is that kid smart. Two Bit...well, he probably found him another blonde somewhere to impress with his smart mouth and quick fingers. And Steve...Well, Steve's probably busy getting the crap kicked out of him by his old man. Poor kid. Shoulda left a long time ago.
It was strange, really. I should be dead. I should be in a cheap wood coffin under six feet of dirt for the rest of eternity. This ring I'm wearing should be buried forever, and my eyes should be rotted out by now. But no...I'm alive. No one had to bother buying a coffin. My ring was still on my finger, ready to be given away again, and my eyes were still cold and in my head. It was pathetic. I was supposed to die. There's no point to me being here. Nothing to do, no one to take care of, and no place to go. Oh well, I guess I'll soak it up as long as I can. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth and all that. Gift, hah! With that last sarcastic thought, I fell asleep.
"I'm an assassin." Whoa, reality check. What was this? The newest espionage thriller movie? This dude didn't resemble James Bond in the least. "You're an assassin." I repeated disbelievingly. He inclined his head once. "Yes." "As in, people pay you money and you kill someone for them." I clarified. He shrugged. "Not always. A lot of the time, I work by favors, and if you can convince me of a good reason to kill someone, I'll invariably do it. There are things I prefer over money. I like to kill. Therefore, I kill whenever I get the chance." He said that like it was the most reasonable, normal thing in the world. "You know," I said honestly, "I'm as tough as a hood gets, but I don't know if I'd ever be able to kill an innocent person." He smiled, and it was almost reassuring. "Don't worry. I'm the best, my services don't get wasted on any one less than corrupt. Most all of the people I kill are evil, or at least very twisted and a potential threat to society." I grinned broadly. "Hey, I could live with that. Make like "The Punisher", huh?"
I could tell he was resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "So, would you like to be apprenticed to me?" I thought about it for a minute. I didn't have any money. I had no car. I doubted that street fighting, and rolling drunks were desirable qualifications for a resume. And last but not least; I had absolutely no plans. No future. Yeah, apprenticeship it was. "Sounds good." I agreed. He smiled slowly. "I take it you can use a gun at least marginally well?" I grinned back. "Yeah, I can use a gun." "Good. We leave in the morning." "Where we goin?" "Saint Louis. An old friend has a small problem she needs help with. We are going to help her. Have you ever seen a werewolf?" I shook my head, attempting to keep my mouth from hanging open. Werewolves? What were we doing with werewolves? "Well, you will tomorrow. That's part of our problem. Now, come on, I've got three empty rooms, you get to pick which one you want."
I picked the room decorated in grey and blue. Dark, silvery grey, and light, icy blue, close to the color of my eyes. I had a queen size bed, a big chest of drawers made out of some kind of white wood, a bed table, a desk and swivel chair, complete with notebooks and pens and things, and a radio/c.d. player. There was a big walk in closet, and a bathroom was right across the hall. There was, oddly enough, a mirror laying upside down on the floor underneath the window. Don't ask me why, cuz I don't know.
I shrugged out of my jacket and draped it across the back of the desk chair. I flopped down on my back on the bed and toed my boots off, staring up at the ceiling. Well this was odd. It as one of those things that were so bizarre you never even imagined them happening. It was sorta like...when you have sex for the first time, and you look around and your like, "What the fuck? Is this really happening. Nah, I'm dreaming." But it's not even like that, cuz everyone thinks of having sex. It's more like this one time that I was at the Curtis's house. I was sitting on the couch, a beer bottle in one hand, a cigarette in the other, just chilling and watching T.V. Then Ponyboy and Johnny come running in with this big fuzzy white caterpillar they found. Then Steve and Soda run in the other door, and both of them roll over the couch, Steve grabs my cigarette outta my hand, accidentally sticks Pony in the ass with it, the caterpillar goes flying into my beer, then Two-Bit walks in, steals the beer and takes a swig while everyone is too busy howling in pain or laughing to stop him. Then Two Bit spits out the caterpillar which lands on the floor by the door way, where Darry promptly walks in, steps on it, slips and lands on his ass. Now I never woulda thought that that would have happened, or even dreamed it. But it did.
That's sorta what this was like. Thinking of that damn fuzzy white bug brought an unexpected smile to my face. I wonder what the gang's doing right now? It's 2 o clock in the morning. Darry, Pony, and Soda are probably asleep, though Pony is most likely reading. Boy is that kid smart. Two Bit...well, he probably found him another blonde somewhere to impress with his smart mouth and quick fingers. And Steve...Well, Steve's probably busy getting the crap kicked out of him by his old man. Poor kid. Shoulda left a long time ago.
It was strange, really. I should be dead. I should be in a cheap wood coffin under six feet of dirt for the rest of eternity. This ring I'm wearing should be buried forever, and my eyes should be rotted out by now. But no...I'm alive. No one had to bother buying a coffin. My ring was still on my finger, ready to be given away again, and my eyes were still cold and in my head. It was pathetic. I was supposed to die. There's no point to me being here. Nothing to do, no one to take care of, and no place to go. Oh well, I guess I'll soak it up as long as I can. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth and all that. Gift, hah! With that last sarcastic thought, I fell asleep.