Chapter 4

I was sitting comfortably in my bed, waiting for David to say something. David was in a chair next to my bed. He was looking at his hands as if trying to figure out what to say.

"I really shouldn't. You'll be in too far," he finally said.

"I'm already in too far. Please just tell me."

David leaned forward a bit.

"Okay. I'll start at the beginning. My family is part of an order of assassins. Since I was born into it, I had no choice but to accept their teachings. My parents were determined to make me the best, so my training began when I reached the young age of five. Being a fast learner, it wasn't long before I could go out and kill people. I quickly rose through the ranks, until my parents' s hopes for me were fulfilled. I've been doing this for a long time now, and doubt I could ever leave for a normal life. That man was also from The Order. They must've learned that I failed to kill you, and sent him to do the job for me," David explained.

"Why me? I'm not important at all- just some cop."

"You always finish the case. With the Brendenburgs, we couldn't take any chances. The Order found out you were close to finding us, and sent me to silence you." David looked at me, and I momentarily forgot what I was going to say.

"So, you're not really a plumber?"

"You learn I was sent to kill you- am still under those orders- and all you care about is the fact that I'm not a plumber?" David's voice held amusement, which I hadn't previously thought him capable of.

"Well, yeah. You fixed my sink the other day. But if you're not a plumber, then it could break at any second."

David sighed.

"Okay, I may not be a plumber, but I know how to do the job." He was silent for a few minutes, studying my expression. "Aren't you at least a little frightened? I'm under orders to kill you, Kevin."

"You won't do it." I was sure of myself. "You can't hurt me. If you were going to kill me, you wouldn't have bothered saving me in the first place."

"Maybe I want you at your best."

"Doubtful," I said. David stared at me , eyes demanding to know what gave me that idea. "That would imply that you want to play a game of cat and mouse with me. But if you wanted that, you would've attacked me in the open. You would've been discreet about it, but you would have." I was sure I had it right, that I had figured him out.

"Kevin, I was born and raised a killer. I'm the best in The Order. What's to stop me from going through with it?"

I was silent, thinking of what to say.

"Love. The same one that stopped you from killing me in my shower. And the one that caused you to rescue me and bring me to the hospital."

"I'm a born and raised killer. We don't feel love." David looked sure of himself, but I was unconvinced.

"Well, you're still human, aren't you? It's not like you're some kind of soulless vampire or something. All people are capable of feeling love."

David stared at me for a few minutes before smirking.

"Well, I suppose you could be right. I've never screwed up my mission before. Being in love would explain why I couldn't kill you." The smirk disappeared from his face. "But that doesn't explain why I'd be in love now, or so quickly."

"Love at first sight? You just couldn't resist my charms." I smiled at him, and he stared at me.

"Shut up and rest, idiot. I'll be in the other room." David left me alone in my bedroom. I stared at the door, wondering if I had said something wrong.

I was just being myself. I mean, people always tell me that I'm charming. I frowned, trying to figure it out. I looked around and realized I had nothing interesting to do within reach. Well, David told me to get some rest... Maybe I should take a nap. I looked at the clock on the bedside table, seeing that it was past time for dinner.

"David!" After not getting any response for a few moments, I yelled again. "David!" This time, footsteps sounded, approaching my room. The door opened, and David was standing there. "It's past dinner. I'm not supposed to get up, so-"

"I can't cook," David said as bluntly as possible. I couldn't believe my ears.

"You can't... Wow. You can do all those other things, but you can't cook?" I knew my amazement had sounded through. David glared at me, and for a second I thought he was going to change his mind and kill me anyway.

"Cooking isn't something you can just learn, you know. You need to have natural talent, or nobody will like it. Now, what do you want?"

"Uh..." I had no idea what to say to that. "I've got chips in the cupboard. Those will do."

David left the room with a sigh. A few minutes later, he came back in the room, and I tried not to laugh.

"You're awfully cheerful," David said, "considering you nearly died a few hours ago."

"Sorry," I laughed. "It's just.. You're supposed to be a trained killer, yet here you are helping me. It struck me as amusing."

David made a sound, and threw the chips at me, leaving the room. I stared after him and started laughing again. I moved, and a pain shot up my leg, reminding me of my situation.

"Hey, David!" I yelled. "How long do you think this is going to take?"

"Too long," David said, standing in the doorway. "It was in a bad spot, and done by a professional. I'd say maybe until September 27th."

"What? But that's a little over a month from now. I can't sit here and not do anything for that long."

"Well, it's a pretty bad wound. I suggest you call your boss, because you're not going anywhere for a while."

I sighed and got the phone from my bedside table, dialing the number for the police station.

"Raccoon City Police Department," a voice I recognized as Eric said.

"Hey, Eric. I need to talk to the chief."

"Just a moment, Kevin."

There was whispered talking, then I was talking to Chief Irons.

"What do you want?"

"Well, first of all, I won't be able to come in for a while. I got into an accident, and the doctor said I should stay off my feet. Secondly, I give up the Brendenburg case. I went over it again like you said, and still couldn't come up with anything. All I know is that they were running from something. Nothing points to what, so I gave up the case."

"You're sure? Kevin, you-"

"I know. I'm sorry. I just can't come up with anything. I'm tired. Goodbye, Cheif." I hung up my phone, and leaned back on the bed.

"Not very professional." David's voice startled me and I looked over to see him standing in the doorway.

"I can't let them arrest you. Even if you are a killer." David stared at me. "Well, you know what they say. Love makes you do stupid things. Besides, I don't have anyone that could come help me. The only family I've got is my granmother, and she's hardly fit to-"

"Grandmother?" David asked, interrupting me.

"Yes, my grandmother. I know, unbelievable. Don't ask me how she's managed this long. I don't even know how old she is... What about your family?"

"I already told you. I have no family. I'm tired, and I'm going to get some sleep. I'll be on the couch." David left the room again, and I smiled before trying to get some sleep myself.