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Aislin's P.O.V.

It had been a few days since my terrifying nightmare and I was still thinking about it. There was something about that seemed so real, even when I knew it was just my dreams playing games with me. I sat on the couch and stared blankly at the television. I wasn't even sure what I was watching or what time it was. I leaned my head back onto the couch and closed my eyes for a moment. I tried not to let my mind wander, but I soon found that it was more difficult that I originally thought. My thoughts ranged from old memories to when I was a young girl to the current situation I was in now.

Knock, knock. I opened my eyes and turned my head slightly, looking over at the front door. I didn't move, just stared. The knocking began again. Knock, knock. I continued to stare. My body was frozen, not out of fear but out of pure laziness and mental exhaustion. BANG, BANG. Maybe I should answer that.

I stood up from the couch and began to walk to the door. Then a thought hit me. I walked over to the window and peeked out, trying not to look obvious about it. I needed to make sure the police weren't surrounding my house. I saw a silver 911 Porsche Carrera and knew exactly who it was. I also knew who would be arriving shortly.

I walked to the door and before I opened it, I let out a long sigh. "Oh my God, Aislin! It's so nice to see you!" It was Gianna, Niko's younger sister. "Hello Gianna." I closed the door and turned around to find Gianna checking the house out.

"Beautiful place. Where's Niko?" A blank expression drew across my face. I needed to think of a story and I needed to think of it quickly. "He's not here…"

Gianna turned to meet my expression and made a questioning question. "He's not here?" She raised a brow. "That's odd. Where did he go?"

I shrugged my shoulders before walking over to the couch. "I have no idea. I haven't seen him for the past few days. He left with some woman."

Gianna's face grew disgusted, almost like she couldn't believe Niko's actions. "Her name Marcie or something…"

Her ears perked up before she spoke. "You mean Marissa?" I merely nodded as I sat down onto the couch. I crossed my legs and watched as Gianna made her way to the armchair that was placed next to the couch. "I can't believe it." Her voice grew cold as she stared at me. "There's no way he would leave this place…even if there was another woman. He'd sooner kick you out…" She grew slight.

Knock, knock. I knew they would be coming. I just knew it. I looked over at Gianna and slowly stood up. I opened the door to find the rest of Niko's kin at my door. His father, Carmine and his two big henchmen, Antonio and Michael. "Aislin…it's a pleasure." He stepped passed me and went straight for the couch. His boys stared at me before walking in and joining their boss.

"Daddy, Aislin says that Niko isn't here." She looked over at her face and gave him a baby doll expression. "She told me he left with Marissa." Carmine looked up at me and stared for moment. "Is that so?" I nodded, my body was now frozen with fear. I knew that Carmine was capable of and I knew that he would kill me, never showing any mercy.

Carmine looked like the typical mobster. He always wore a suit, his hair was always nicely done. And of course, he had a slight gut. His daughter, Gianna, was beautiful. She was lean and not too tall. She had long brown hair, which she usually wore down, unless she was intending to kill someone. Carmine's henchmen were quite handsome as well. They were actually brothers. They looked a lot like twins, even though one was about 6 years older. They had to be able 6'2", give a take an inch or two. Their bodies were very well built. Only one of them, however, was very intelligent. Antonio was always the smart one, whereas Michael was more of the muscle.

"Now Aislin, where is Niko…really?" I stared at Carmine, not sure of what to say next. I looked over at Gianna, who was looking at me harshly. Just a few moments ago she was my best friend and now she looked at me as if I was her worst enemy. "I already told Gianna that he left with Marissa…there's not much else to tell."

Carmine let out a slight, menacing laugh. "Aislin…I know you're lying to me. Where is he?" His voice was still somewhat gentle, but yet exceedingly terrifying. I knew that at any minute he could summon Michael and Antonio and they would kill me in mere seconds.

"That's the truth…" My voice turned mousy then began to fade out. I saw him turn his head and mouth something into Antonio's ear. Before I knew it Antonio came flying at me. He grabbed my throat and thrust me up against the wall. I hit my head and let out a whimper. I didn't feel any blood trickling down my neck, so I must have not gotten hurt that badly. Antonio pushed my cheek up against the wall. I let out another whimper and heard someone move from either the couch or armchair.

"I'm going to ask you one last time. Where. Is. Niko?" Carmine's voice was harsh and his breath hot against the right side of my face. I struggled against Antonio's grip. "I don't know!" There was fear in my voice and there was no way for me to hide it. I sounded like a girl who was trying to fight a rapist. I felt completely helpless. Where was Jason when I needed him?

I heard the familiar click of Carmine's switch blade. I knew that he like stabbing and gutting people more than he liked shooting them. He liked watching his victims slowly bleed out onto the ground. Watch them suffer. Watch the life drain from their bodies. He was seriously a sick and twisted man. I liked killing people quickly and leaving the scene as fast as I could. Carmine got some sort of sick pleasure watching people beg for their lives.

He brought the knife up to my face, so that I can see it. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about the pain I was going to be in. The only thing I could hope for is that my end would be fast, but I knew that probably wasn't going to happen. There was only seconds left to my life.

Jason's P.O.V.

I heard commotion going on inside Aislin's house. I had to make sure she was all right. There were a few cars in the front that I had never seen before. One of them was a long, black limousine. There was a man sitting in the front seat. I walked to the front of the car and stared at him. At first he didn't seem to notice me. Then he slowly got out of the car and began to speak. "Hey buddy, what do you want? You aren't supposed to be around here…" He continued to stare at me, squinting into the night. "Buddy…get the hell out of here." He continued to stare and I continued to stare.

I knew the man was getting agigtated. He slammed the door shut and began to make his way over to me. "Look you fuckin' retard, get the fuck out of here!" His pace sped up and he began pointing at me, shouting obscenities.

I grabbed him by his neck and lifted him clear off the ground. He struggled in my grasp and I watched as his feet dangled and kicked nervously. He struggled to get a breath in, but I wasn't going to let up. A few moments passed, he was slowly starting to stop moving. I hard more ruckus going on inside of the house and knew I had to end this unknown man quickly. I twisted my hands quickly, snapping the man's neck. His body went limp and I dropped him to the ground.

I walked up to the door and listened for a moment. I heard Aislin lightly whimper in pain and another man's voice. "Aislin, I hate to do this to you…you were such a great assassin," He sighed. "Before I kill you, I want you to tell me where he is."

"I already told you I don't know!" Aislin began to lightly sob. I knew she terrified. Before the man could hurt her I began to kick the door. I might be strong but it took a few good kicks before the heavy wooden door broke from the hinges.

"What the fuck is this?" The man yelled as he backed up. Another guy let go of Aislin and ran towards me. Aislin slumped to the floor, I couldn't tell if he was seriously injured or not. The guy that was holding Aislin hit me in the gut. I stumbled back a bit, regained composure and then I hit him hard, throwing him against the wall. He fell to the floor in front of Aislin. I looked down and noticed that she was looking up at me. Her eyes were red and teary. She hopped off the ground and ran off. When I turned to see where she went I was hit by another man.

"Who are you motherfucker?"The guy that came after me now, looked a lot like the guy I had just thrown against the wall. The guy on the floor looked up at the man running towards me now. "Michael…don't!"

The man, Michael, didn't heed the fallen man's words. I whipped out my machete and slashed his chest with it. Blood began to spurt out from his wound and he cried out in agony. "MICHAEL!" Michael fell to the ground, blood gushing from the gash in his chest. The other man got up from the ground and staggered a bit. "Antonio, don't even bother! You saw what just happened to your brother!"

"Boss, I'll be fine!" Antonio stepped towards me and bent over and pulled a small knife was out of his boot. I stared at him and tilted my head to the side. Did he honestly think that knife was going to do serious damage? I almost laughed.

He ran at me again and plunged the knife into my shoulder. He ripped it out and stabbed me again. "DIE MOTHERFUCKER!" I continued to look at him then I grabbed him and threw him onto the ground. I raised my machete and brought it down fast and hard. It was a quick death.

I turned around and saw the 'boss' standing in the hallway. Shock and horror written all his face. He looked as if he was too afraid to move. I ripped my machete out of Antonio and began to make my way towards him.

"Carmine…" I saw Aislin walk out her bedroom with a hatchet in her left hand and Gianna's head in her right. She threw Gianna's head down the hall, to Carmine. It landed out his feet and he let out a gasp. "GIANNA!" He looked weak in the knees, but he didn't collapse. Being a mobster, he had to be used to seeing his family members dead.

I had no idea where she could have gotten the hatchet from. Maybe she had a small arsenal stored in her closet. She walked slowly down the hall, staring at Carmine with hate written across her face. I had never seen her look so animalistic before.

Carmine backed up a little, I was standing right behind him so he didn't go very far. He backed up into me and turned to meet my gaze. My eyes hidden beneath the hockey mask. I must have looking menacing. He turned his attention back to Aislin, she was drawing nearer every second. "Aislin, please." He begged for her mercy but the signs of her face showed that she wasn't going to give him any. She lifted the hatchet up and brought it down fast, at an angle. She sliced his throat open and blood spurted out. His hand flew up to his neck, trying to stop the bleeding. It was no use, the cut was deep, there was no way for his hand to stop the blood from gushing out of the wound. I was surpsied she didn't take his head right off.

He collapsed to the ground, coughing and choking on his own blood. His hand still wound around his throat. Aislin looked down at him. "I killed Niko. Not like you didn't know…" She reached into her back pocket and pulled something out. She clasped her hand around the item and said something, in what I believed to be Italian. She throw the object to the ground, landing right next to Carmine's body. Carmine's body was still slightly shaking. The coughing and choking had stopped, however. He was dying, slowly. "You always liked to watch your victims suffer. Now it's your turn to suffer." She walked around his body, always looking down onto him. I stepped back to let her complete her circle. "I hope you enjoy your time in Hell." His eyes met her eyes. He wanted to speak but he knew that only a gurgled mess of words would come out. He just stared up at her. His end was very close.

Aislin walked back to her bedroom. I stayed with Carmine and looked down at him. His eyes had now rolled back into his head. He was gone. I bent down and picked up the item that Aislin had thrown to the floor. It was a medal that had a portrait etched into it. I wasn't sure who it was or if he was important.

I walked into Aislin's room and found her sitting on her bed. She looked up at me and gaze me a small smile. The animalistic look that was in her eyes earlier was now gone. She looked down at my hand and noticed that it was in a fist, holding something, "What do you have there?"

I sat beside her and opened up my hand to reveal the medal. "Oh…that's St. Joseph. He's the Patron Saint of Italy. I figured Carmine would want that back. He gave it to me shortly after me and Niko started dating." She took it from my hand and examined it. There was a little bit of blood on it, but she didn't seem to mind. She handed it back to me. "Would you mind putting it back? I don't want it." I nodded and stood up.

"Wait…" I turned around and saw her looking up at me. "Can you do me another favor?" I nodded once. "Can you get rid of the bodies. There's too many of them. I'll help but I can only drag one at a time. It's gonna take me forever to clean up this mess." I nodded again. I didn't mind moving the bodies while she cleaned up the house. I left her room and went over to Carmine's body. I placed the medal in the breast pocket of his suit and picked him up. I walked to Aislin's room and picked up Gianna's body from the foot of the bed.

I headed back for the cabin. It was going to be a long night of cleaning up.

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