Jackson's heart nearly skipped a beat as he saw Lisa awaken. He would have scolded himself if it hadn't become so commonplace for him.
He told himself that feeling this way was abnormal. Assassins weren't supposed to fall in love. In fact, if there were a rule book it would probably be number one on the list.
But Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa...her eyes, her hair, everything about her was...amazing. He'd fallen. Fallen hard.
It's not love, he reminded himself. It's a mere physical, animalistic attraction. Like with Christina.

"Jackson," she whispered, pushing back his hair. "I can't do this."
He silenced her with a kiss. "You are."
"But I shouldn't. It's crazy."
"Crazy, illegal, treacherous, barbaric, who the hell cares?"
"I could lose my job."
"Again, who gives a shiite?"
"I do."
Jackson sat up and glanced at the clock in the small room.
"shiite." He began pulling his shirt over his head.
"Where are you going?" No answer. He started on his shoes.
"Jackson?"
Still silence.
"JACKSON."
He turned around quickly. "None of your goddamn business!" He snapped sharply. Christina looked away, her eyes watery.
"I'm sorry," he grumbled. "But I can't tell you."
"Wait. You're leaving the orphanage?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"A man gave me a job, I took it. Pays well."
"Doing what?"
"I'd tell you but I honestly don't think your stomach can handle it," Jackson smirked as he ran a hand through his messed up hair. Christina stood.
"Tell me." Jackson looked at her and clicked his tongue.
"Ever heard of John Wilkes Booth?" Christina nodded, frowning. Jackson leaned down to playfully whisper in her ear.
"Who do you think sent him?"
Christina's face turned a ghastly white. "What do you mean?"
"I'm not saying anymore."
"So...how long are you going to be gone?" He was glad she dropped the job matter. He wasn't sure how much he was allowed to say.
"Forever." Christina laughed but caught the look on Jackson's solemn face and cut it short.
"You're joking." He shook his head.
"No. Bye." He began to leave but she grabbed his arm.
"Jackson, wait. What has this been then, between us, if you're never going to see me again?"
Jackson didn't reply.
"Jackson, answer me, dammit!"No answer. A harsh slap across the face. "freak, Jack!"
She silenced as he backhanded her and she sprawled to the floor. He wrenched open her bedroom door and began to leave.
"Don't call me Jack. Not now, not ever."