Disclaimer- I, the king of Cretins, whom all lesser Cretins must bow before, do not own, nor presume to lay claim to, the movie Hitman.
Hiding (chp 4)
The hotel room was quiet and dark. Nika curled in a ball on the bed, her hands clenched in fear. She didn't know why she had left; only that it had to do with the eyes that constantly watched her. Her heart knew that it was 47, protecting her still, fulfilling the promise he had made so long ago. Her brain screamed Enemy! It filled her body with fear, tipping her fight and flight meter strongly to flight. What if it was an enemy and her angel had forgotten her? Or worse, what if he knew of her whereabouts, and was waiting for someone to finish her off for him? Tears ran down her cheeks, smearing her make-up gliding over the dragon inked upon her cheek. She had thought she was safe, in her little Italian vineyard. She had thought that the world had stopped looking, and wouldn't find her. But even as doubts clouded her brain, enshrouding her senses like a fog, her heart sang of hope, of trust that she could place in at least on person. Her heart, at least, had never lost faith in 47.
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AN/ As always, reviews are very welcome. I won't update until I get some. then I will delete the story, and then I will curl up in a ball and watch horror movies until my heart gives out from fear and I suffer cardiac arrest. Do you really want my death on your conscience?