This is probably the shortest I've ever written for Kay T_T it took me this long

TO DO

THIS

*expects editing soon*

Chapter 13

Now that Joice didn't have to hide where she was going from me, life was a whole lot easier on the shoulders. Still, the whole 'immortality' thing, I'm not so sure, but as long as she doesn't die on me, I'm okay. So months did indeed pass, with nothing but Joice going out and coming home and me going out and coming home. But today, she came back from somewhere and slammed the door behind her, shaking the doorframe like some kind of rattler. It was kind of scary, considering how scrawny she is; she must be seriously mad.

"Joice, are you okay?" I asked, leaning against the stone of the kitchen table. She glared at me, shooting daggers, and I freaked out a little on the inside.

"Fine, just fine." She sighed, making her way to the couch - she sat down, exhausted(I think). I sat down next to her, worried. I mean, she's usually really calm and collected - what's going on? She sighed.

"Mr. Father's making me go back to a former target... I don't want to go."

Well if I was Joice, I'd just not go. I mean, it's just one job, right? I guess it's gotta be important, though. Augh, I just - wait.

She doesn't want to go. Why not? She used to be real excited about killing people... huh.

Well maybe it's just someone she can't beat. "Will you be okay?" I asked her, and she takes her hand and runs it through her curls, muttering, "Yeah, I'll be fine... it's no big deal."

I nodded. That's good, then. "Good stuff, then. Let's go eat."

And so we ate in dead silence. I caught her looking at me in the corner of my eye. Hmph, girls... I resisted the temptation to roll my eyes when she suddenly looked away. I cleaned my stuff and she mentioned going for a walk... whatever.

"See you." I muttered, and went upstairs.

The first thing I should notice about the house is that it's not really in good condition anymore. It's not broken down, for sure, but the paint on the wall is starting to chip off in some places, leaving white spots.

So I went out and stole some paint and some brushes.

One problem - how on Earth do I paint walls?

...

Later.

So tomorrow came and went, and Joice left for wherever she was going. I didn't know what I was gonna do with all this paint, but for now, let's start with the wood on the door. I can fix that really easily.

I have to study it though - the doorframe is breaking a little at the corners, so I have to replace that - and the door itself needs to be replaced, the metalwork on the designs tarnished.

I take out my sword and hack off the door and doorframe, measuring the sides of each carefully and noting what kind of wood it is(I don't actually know, but I can recognize the tree later). After all this is done, I set the old wood on the doorframe.

Crap, I can't just leave and get wood. That'll take at least an hour, and my house is wide open. Shit...

Okay.

I set them down, leaning them against the doorframe so it looks like it's really part of it. It's not gonna do, but I'm stupid, and this is all I've really got. So I rush out into the world and buy wood, since stealing wood would be really really hard; I can't just run out of the area with a bunch of wood over my back. When I get home, the door's still there and everything in the house is too, so I begin to saw out the frame and door from all this wood.

Once I'm done fixing the problems outside the house, the inside is easy. I repainted the walls a sterling white, and when I'm done everything smells like paint. Augh, paint...

So, the house is done, and Joice isn't back yet - might not be for days.

It's late at night when she returns - I was about to go out, opening the door. She was right there, bloodied up and breathless. Damn. My face turned almost white with worry.

"Joice," I mumbled, tired. "Joice, are you -"

She collapsed into my arms. "Shit." I paled, her blood staining my shirt as I heaved her up over my shoulder. "Shit, she needs a hospital." I muttered.

I doubt she'll like it when she wakes up, but I have to load her into my car and drive there.

The process of getting her into the emergency room is kind of awkward, considering we're both felons. It involved me using my sword to threaten people. Ewwww... Why'm I going through all this?

Oh well... I'm sitting in the waiting room, waiting for Joice to wake up... but I have a feeling I should run when she does!