Chapter Four
"Are you excited?"
Excited? That wasn't the word to describe how I was feeling. Curious, nervous, and terrified beyond belief better suited how I was feeling.
Mission time. Finally, after almost two months of training and living with these men I was going out for field work. I didn't think I was ready, but Stryker insisted that I was needed for this mission. He also insisted I had nothing to fear while Wade beside me sharpening his katanas.
I frowned at John, "No."
If there was nothing to worry about why did we need weapons? And why in the world were we traveling all the way to Africa? I wish I knew more about what I was doing. I guess this is why my parents never wanted to get involved with the government. It was so secretive.
Wade kept the rest of the others attention as he ranted on about using his swords at his ex-girlfriends wedding. Nice to know what kind of guy he was… showing up at her wedding threatening to chop her future husband, bridesmaids, and family into tiny little pieces.
I leant towards John and whispered, "I feel like something is off about this whole thing, ya know?"
"There is," he licked his lips as he shot Stryker a look to make sure he wasn't listening to our conversation, who seemed to be too focused on Wade's irritating ramble to pay attention to anything else. "Just stand your ground and keep your mouth shut. In these type of situations it's better to not be opinionated. You're going to see a lot of horrible things go down tonight."
"That's reassuring," I muttered as I brought my hands closer to my chest rubbing my arms nervously. I looked at Wade and he eyed me from the side. It was during a brief moment of his silence as everyone made fun of James for being nauseated do to the jerking around in the plane.
Stryker ordered Chris to take down the plane. I shivered knowing that whatever was about to go down was only moments away. I subconsciously reached out and rubbed Wade's thigh for comfort as Chris brought his fingers against his temple. The older man glanced at me before giving me a tight lipped smile while staring down at my fingertips.
Bang, bang.
Swush.
Splat.
Blood… There was so much blood. I followed close behind James with trembling knees as Stryker talked to the African man that sat behind the desk. The man looked absolutely petrified; as I'm sure my expression matched his own. Stryker was shaking a coal colored meteor fragment in his face aggressively. Then the man looked confused as he motioned to the dozens of diamonds that sat upon his desk.
"That… that's nothing. A souvenir," he had said skeptically.
Ever since we had stepped out of the plane all I could do was stare in disgusted trance. Agent Zero had killed dozens of men in moments with his guns outside the building along with Fred using his massive fist. Wade had managed to kill every man excluding the man Stryker was talking to under a minute with his katanas. I'm not even sure where my head was at the moment. So this is what John meant…
I was snapped back to reality as Stryker walked towards me. He must have noticed how distraught I had become because he simply ordered, "Go wait in the plane."
Without objection I turned around and headed straight for the elevator unescorted. I watched Wade's concerned face as the doors shut before me. At the moment I didn't even care if I died. If someone shot me point blank right now I wouldn't blame them after all the Weapon X team had done in under twenty minutes.
Sliding to the floor of the elevator I craddled my head between my kneecaps. This... this... I didn't do this. I wasn't good with death. I created life.
So… this is what Weapon X does. Kill. Murder. Government approved murder. Mercenaries. Damn.
A few moments later the rest of the team returned to the plane as well. Stryker ordered Chris to take us to that, "Worthless small village," so we could claim that meteor fragment. What the hell was so important about it anyway? Was it really necessary to kill all those people? That man had seemed like the meteor didn't even matter to him. He probably would have given it to us without guns blazing. Guess it's too late to figure that out.
"Hey Zoie," James had taken Wade's previous seat. His hand reached out to my shoulder and he gave me a comofrting squeeze. "You alright kid?"
No, I wanted to scream, however one look at Stryker's stern stare I breathlessly whispered, "Yeah."
James shot Stryker a glower and then averted his gaze to my own golden orbs after a moment, "Maybe you should stay in the plane for the rest of our mission."
"I will have to agree with you on that one, James," Stryker nodded his head. "Zoie. You will wait here while the rest of us carry out the mission; like men."
Was that supposed to offend me? Because I'm very aware that I am a woman. I'm also very, very, very proud of my vagina.
"Yeah, I get it," I closed my eyes trying to fight off the immediate flashes of blood and guts that rushed behind them. "I have a vagina."
"And I bet it's really pretty, like your face," Wade pitched in with a wink.
I frowned, "Did you just compare my vagina to my face?"
"Did you just call vaginas pretty?" Fred snorted as he elbowed Zero in the ribs gently (or as gently as the massive man could accomplish).
"I think vaginas are quite nice," defended Wade. "Unlike all you pansys, I rather shower with a sexy woman than a group of men."
"We're not talking about sexy woman, we're talking about vaginas," I argued crossly. Now, why was a furthering this ridiculous conversation?
"I like vaginas," John added. I shook my head. At least they were distracting me with their vagina talk.
"I like cheeseburgers."
"Wade... that has nothing to do with what we're talking about!" with a grunt, I crossed my arms over my chest annoyed.
"So, you want to talk about vaginas? Can we talk about your vagina? I'd like to know about your vagina... Like where it's been, who it's been with, when's the last time it's had any sort of communication other than with yourself."
"Wade," glowering dangerously I shook my head. "Shut the hell up."
"I thought you wanted to talk about vaginas?"
"Wade," Stryker cut in. "Shut up."
"Looks like someone is getting blue balls..."
What seemed like days later the plane was signaled to land outside this little village. Luckily, I wasn't able to see the massacre that had occurred a few seconds before. Stryker was the first to enter followed by my team. He headed directly towards me handing me the meteor he had stolen before, "I need you to see if you could create more of this."
I ignored him as I saw one of my favorite teammates missing, "Where is James?"
"He left," Chris answered before Stryker could cut me off. My skin crawled. Oh no. "He's gone."
"Gone?" I panicked and my heart started to beat wildly as many possibilities ran through my mind. "Did he die?"
"No," Victor spat angrily. "He abandoned us. Jimmy fucking left us."
I cried. Without giving Stryker another look I put my face in my hands and cried. This was all too overwhelming. What the hell happened that made James leave? He had obviously been fine with the death at the facility. I mean, he didn't look proud, but he had expected it. James had seen that shit and so much worse before. During our training he told me stories. Horror stories from his past. He even told me about the incident of how he killed his father…
"Hey."
I rolled around in my bed to stare up at Wade. He sat on the edge of the mattress and reached out a hand running it through my golden brown waves slowly.
"I'm sorry about James. I'm still here though. I wont leave you."
"What happened?" I asked causing my voice to crack. I didn't blame James for leaving. I was proud of him for having the courage to get up and leave this retched place. There was nothing good here. Nothing. Except, well… something was holding me back.
"Stryker… ugh… I don't really think we should talk about it. Let's talk about flowers. You like flowers," Wade averted trying to avoid making eye contact with me. He stood up from the bed and grabbed my yellow pot that held the tiger lilies I created. In an attempt to comfort me, in very odd way, he sat back down and placed the pot next to him
I tugged on the hem of his shirt, "Lay down."
After putting the pot on the floor Wade obliged to my request making our eye contact unavoidable. His arm fell over my waist snuggly and he exhaled loudly, "You still have the prettiest eyes."
"Thanks," I smiled despite how bad I was feeling at the moment. Oh James… why'd you have to leave tonight? Couldn't you have waited until tomorrow?
"And a beautiful smile. I know it sounds corny, but I mean… with you being here it makes it easier. I kill for a living. I've killed men, women, even children… I'm not a good person. I'm definitely going to hell. You just make it better. Like, I want to be with you. I wish I could take you on a date already so we could get this relationship going."
"Wade," I chuckled lightly. "I think under these circumstances we could be together without going on a date first."
He sighed, "I want to do it right though. I've fucked up a lot of relationships in the past. I just want this one to work. You're different than all those other women."
"What makes me different?"
"You're good," Wade said softly. "Even if you're here… you're still good. You don't enjoy killing you, enjoy making life."
"Looks like we are complete opposites," extending a hand I let it fall on his cheek. He pulled me closer to his body and I grinned as he snuggled me into his chest. It was odd seeing this part of Wade. It was almost as if he were normal and didn't have extreme ADHD.
"Is it okay if I kiss you?" he asked so softly I hardly heard him.
"Yes."
As Wade brought his lips to mine I couldn't help myself as I smiled into the quick kiss. His lips felt like they hardly made contact as his breath hit my own dry mouth.
"Stay with me tonight?" I requested as a tense silence eloped us.
Wade giggled perverted like, "I can't promise I wont wake up with an extra friend, however, I love the idea of being able to sleep in the same bed as you."
"Well, your extra friend can be taken care of in the morning," I slyly whispered back.
"I kinda have an extra friend now. Showed up earlier than expected," he said in a low voice. Shaking my head I leant towards him and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "And my friend get's annoying when he is ignored. Maybe you should, I don't know, make him feel welcome."
"Tomorrow."
Wade whined, "Tomorrow? But he's here now."
"Guests shouldn't come in the middle of the night," I rolled my golden eyes amused by this entire conversation. Really, who refers to their junk as their extra friend. I kinda feel like he's bringing someone for a threesome. "He can sleep on the couch."
"Damn," dejectedly he let out a long sigh. "I suppose I can wait until tomorrow if you promise to take a shower with me."
"Alright," I winked.
"Are you being serious? Or are we like flirting? 'Cause I'm a bit confused right now. I'm not sure if you're trying to tease me or are serious about these things… I'm getting really excited. I hope you're being serious. That would be awesome."
"Guess you'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out," scrunching my nose up I stifled a giggle as Wade drew another sigh.
"There you go again! Just so you know, so we are clear on the boundaries of our relationship, I'm not good with sharing. Only you and I baby! So, if I find you with another man I'll cut you and him to pieces. 'Kay?" he explained sternly. It slightly terrified me hearing him say that. I hated being controlled and it felt somewhat murderous, or well it was murderous… I just felt a bit threatened. Not that I planned on being with anyone else other than Wade at the moment, but I didn't want him coming to my wedding to try and chop me to pieces.
"Well, if we are being clear on the boundaries," my voice came out sarcastic as I smirked at him in the darkness of my room. "Fuck with me and I'll rip out your insides."
"Bitch."
I chuckled, "Thanks Wade."
"For what?"
"James… I didn't know him much, but we were becoming really good friends. It's been hard transferring here from being around people that cared about me a lot to none," I bit my lip as I watched the playfulness on his face fall. "He made it easier to be here without being scared out of my mind. You guys can be quite intimidating."
His hand ran across my cheek softly, "I don't want to scare you. I've always been nice to you! You could be my friend too."
"I know," I placed my hand atop the one he had on my cheek. "Wade. From the moment I met you you've been a huge pervert. Forgive me for reaching out to someone who made normal conversation with me without making a side comment about my tits."
"But you have really nice boobs."
"Oh Wade, what am I going to do with you?"
He shrugged sweetly, "You could kiss me?"
Without another word I leant towards him giving him one last longing kiss before we both fell into a comfortable sleep.
Thanks so much for the lovely reviews I've been getting. BTW I just thought you should know that this story is already half-way finished. It's only a 12 chapter story! Sadly.
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AN: Also, I just want you guys to understand the relationship a bit more. At least more about Zoie's reaction to everything. She's so overwhelmed with everything going on and everything is happening just a little too quickly for her to handle. So the relationships will seem a tad bit rushed, but remember that she's living with a bunch of insane murdering men and has been through a lot. So, in my opinion, her reaction to jumping the gun on Wade seems rational. Just thought I'd explain that so you guys would understand more of how in one chapter she's like blah towards him and the next she's all up on his lips. Haha.