Sorry that I haven't updated! I just got a new computer and haven't downloaded Microsoft Word yet, so right now I'm writing this on notepad
I do not own twilight or any of the characters in any way, that all belongs to the lovely Stephenie Meyer.
Kiss With A fist © of RileyCalvin
Emmett POV
"Stand up." she said with a tone of menace. What was she going to do? My lover slash sexual man wanted to say blowjob but my Assassin says "Run". In one smooth deft movement she pulls a gun out from behind her back.
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"Where were you hiding that?"
She slowly raises the gun up so the barrel is pointing right in between my eyes. Kill shot. I know her head is telling her to shoot me, but her heart is saying something different. And when I looked into her eyes, it nearly broke my heart. They look so crazed with pain; they were glazed over as if she was remembering something...Something horrible. I stood there for another 20 minutes, my heart breaking the whole while, watching her lips tremble, and seeing her retract further and further into her mind. I didn't want to leave, so not to make any sudden movements; that could shock her out of her stupor.
"Go Emmett." she said, barely a whisper that sounded like the wind passing through leaves.
"What?"
"GO!" she screamed like a banshee. I quickly made my way through the remains of my condo. But when I got to the threshold I looked back, only to have a dagger through my heart. She was curled up in a ball, naked as the day she was born, letting silent sobs rack her body. She wouldn't let anyone hear her pain, like a good assassin would.
BPOV
"Come on bells right through the eyes. You can do it bells" my father encouraged me. I was staring at the piece of paper, staring at my previous shots, all non fatal. I inhale, and exhale, close my eyes, and pull the trigger. I hear the resounding sound of the gun discharging.
"Good job Bells!" my dad said while clapping me on the back.
*1 day later*
I was finally walking out of school at 8 o'clock. We were doing this really stupid play, something about a pig, hamlet or something. I was waiting at the school sign that declared HOME OF THE SPARTANS. I would've walked home, but daddy said 11 year old girls shouldn't walk home this late at night. I look at the watch that mommy bought for me last time I visited her. It was 8:05. I saw a man walk over and stand 5 feet away from me. He looked friendly enough, so I didn't worry. 5 minutes later I saw a large van swing around the corner, wow, I wonder what they are carrying in the van cause it's HUGE!
The van parked across the street from where I was. The man that was sitting next to me came up to me
"Your Charlie Swan's kid right?" I nod.
"I'm good friends with your dad, has he taught ya' how to shoot a gun yet?" I nod again. "I have another question, it's really weird…Does this rag smell like chloroform?" He asked as he puts a rag against my nose
"I don't know what chloroform sme…" I trailed off as I lost consciousness
"Go Emmett" I whispered, barely even hearing me
"What?"
"GO!" I screamed slipping back into my past, my nightmares. I hear him run through the destroyed apartment, I feel nauseous. I allow myself to sit down, sitting down leads to rocking, leads to curling up in a ball. As if squeezing my skin, will squeeze together the hole in my chest, threatening to rip me apart.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I wailed as he picked me up by my hair, which was in clumps from the salt water tears that slipped into my burgundy locks.
"I want you to kill." He dropped me back down, and walked out. I curled back up into the fetus position and let sleep claim me.
*2 days later*
"Isabella, seeing that it is your birthday, I wanted to give you a present." His menacing voice said
"And who is it from?" I was hoping to get at least a name, so if I did make it out of here I could bring these mean men down. He leaned down next to me and whispered in my ear
"Aro" It sent shivers down my spine, and caused my flesh to break out in goose bumps.
"Can you take off my blind fold, so I can see my present?" I asked, wanting to get a good look of my kidnapper
"No not yet my dear Isabella. Would you like your gift?" I didn't make any sign that said yes or no.
"Isabella, this is my nephew James, he is 15…" With that he just left, leaving me alone blind folded, with James. I made my way up to a standing position; I could hear his footsteps telling me that James was getting close.
"So my Bella, what would you like to do?" He was breathing hot and heavy with his rank breath on my face, I turned my head away, but he quickly snapped it back.
"I don't know" I stuttered.
"I have an idea." Was all he said before he started trying to rip my pretty much already dismantled clothes.
"James, stop, please! Stop!" I begged him for all I was worth. But he wouldn't stop. And suddenly I snapped. I threw all my force onto him, getting him off of me. I started raining punches and kicks down on him, not knowing where I was hitting with my blindfold on.
He grabbed me by the hair and said
"You are so gonna pay for that!" he started ripping off my pants, which caused me to get even angrier, I kicked him where I hoped his 'man parts' were and started groping around the room, looking for something to save me. When I got to the table, I found something sharp. I picked it up. James recovered and gave me a kick to the stomach, i swung my legs around so I caught his legs, knocking him to the ground.
I heard him scuffle around to the wall. I flung the knife, hoping that I hit him.
I thought I heard someone whisper "perfect" but I wasn't quite sure
"Isabella, I'm going to take off your blindfold now." Aro's voice said over the speakers. I heard the door squeak open, and could feel his hands caressing my hair while untying the blindfold.
Suddenly I could see, I could see that I flung a knife right into James's heart.
That was my first kill.