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X Chapter 3 X
"There are these bands of assassins just like you," Raven said, troubled. "They used to be part of us Assassins but now they are no longer part of it, and decide to go after everyone as revenge for being thrown out of the group. They've told the 'Protectors' who you are and where you are, so be on your guard. Once in a while, they'll probably try to kill the girls, but not for a long time."
They sat in silence for a minute or two.
"So…we're in danger from two sides?" Bobby finally spoke. Raven nodded.
"That's just great," John muttered. "As I said before; the Assassins are being assassinated!"
"That's definitely for sure," Scott grumbled.
"Are you saying we have to pretty much protect the girls to kill the girls?" Logan said finally in disbelief. Bobby groaned.
"This is a twisted version…" he complained. "Protect the girls from the killers, and then we, the protectors, kill the girls? Protect the girls to kill the girls.
"That's right," Raven said. "As I said before; be on your guard and then protect the girls from other attackers other than yourself."
"This might be fun," Scott snickered. "Protect them; then back-stab them!"
"So…what should we do about the girls though?" John asked Raven.
"Why ask me?"she grumbled. "But fine. Um…just be careful wherever you go and–"Then she screamed and the screen went fuzzy. "Let me go! No!"
"Raven?" they exclaimed in alarm.
"Find out his real identity!" they barely managed to hear her shout over the yells, gunshots, and THWAK's of spears, arrows, and swords thrown at her.
"Who's identity?" Logan demanded furiously.
"He was lying to you! They didn't–" But she was abruptly cut off with a shriek of pain, a gasp of a painful death, and a sneering voice. Her voice faded down to a whisper. "They didn't kill your parents," she whispered. "Beware of betrayal from all sides. And especially don't trust his gifts."
"Who's gifts?" Bobby asked.
"The one you trust the most…the–"
Then the line crackled and the screen automatically said in large, bold, red letters:
UNIDENTIFIED NUMBER IN USE. PLEASE REDIAL THE NUMBER OR IT MAY BE THAT THE PHONE WAS CUT FROM CONNECTION FOR ETERNITY.
"R-Raven?" Bobby questioned shakily. The other three boys shook their heads sadly.
They knew that Raven was now gone…forever.
It was nearly eleven o'clock. The night breeze softly blew through the boys' hair as they relaxed.
Bobby lay on his back with his arms behind his head on the deck chair of the balcony.
"I still can't believe she's actually gone," he murmured. "I wonder who killed her, why they killed her, where she was when she was killed, and what she was trying to say to us before she was killed." Scott sighed from the other chair and shrugged.
"I wonder too…" he said back, gazing at the black night sky that twinkled with small, yellow, sparkling stars. A shooting star struck across the sky.
"Quick!" Bobby breathed. "Make a wish!" Scott, Logan, and John stared at Bobby like he was crazy but nevertheless made a wish.
"What'd you wish for?" Bobby asked cheekily to Logan.
"None of your business," Logan snapped. He and John were leaning against the side of the wall. John's quick, sharp eyes caught sight of metal streaking toward them in a similar way that the star had just whooshed across the sky.
"Knives!" John exclaimed, diving forward and expertly dodging it. Bobby and Logan rolled off to the side. Scott wasn't so lucky and his shoulder got grazed by the sharp, jagged knife.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
The four knives slammed against the wall and chairs, narrowly missing the four boys' hearts. In fact, if they had stayed where they were, Mr McCoy would have found four corpses being hung on the wall and the two chairs in the morning when he'd inspect the room to find out why the boys hadn't come out.
John took a shaky breath and even Logan looked uneasy.
"That was way too close," Scott muttered, inspecting his wound.
"Is it deep?" Bobby asked him.
"Nah, just a scratch," he replied, standing up and then dodging to the left. He glared furiously at a smashed bullet on the ground. "Get inside!" he barked, and they dove into the room closest to where they were in - Scott and Bobby's room. Logan had the wits to slam the sliding door closed right behind them so the remaining three bullets hit the bulletproof glass and not them.
"They just never give up, do they?" John growled.
"We should probably be safe in here," Bobby said in a low voice. Then the lights flickered. "Um…guys…did you just see…" Before he could complete his sentence, the lights went out, "Or not."
"What the heck?" Logan snarled. "Why did the lights go off?"
"It must be them." Scott spat, "They're probably wanting to attack us in the dark."
"Cowards!" John growled. "Fight us face to face!"
"No…" an eerie voice swept over them. "Yet we are not cowards; we prefer to do our stealth and action in the dark."
"Use the natural dark, why don't ya?" Bobby demanded, gripping for a weapon. But instead of a weapon he touched a button that would hopefully set off one of their traps.
Luck seemed to be on their side as ropes that eventually spread out and caught a hold of their enemies.
Scott flicked on the lights to reveal five boys covered in black with ropes around their necks.
"How did you all get in here so easily?" he demanded.
"We have our ways," the leader said. It was impossible to recognize the identity of any of the 'Protectors' since they were all clothed in black, even their hair and faces.
"That's it!" John shouted. "Get out and don't bother us or we'll kill you right now!" Before he could take a step forward, his arm was pinned to the wall with a knife.
"John…" Bobby muttered, clearly thinking his plan was idiotic.
Logan was looking at his best friend who was looking at the knife that was in his arm with pain twisted on his face.
"We'll kill them," Ash said in a low voice. "Where should we hide their remains?"
"There's a river not too far from here," Scott suggested in the same quiet tone.
His expression grim, he bent down beside the leader and used a penknife to slit his throat. Covering the blood with the black cloth, he put the body into the plastic bag meant for their laundry.
"You think they'll miss the laundry bag?" John joked, covering his wound with a bandage and wrapping it around his arm.
"Maybe, maybe not," Scott joked back.
"Lets be careful on the walk down to the river," Logan said suddenly. "We must avoid suspicion. We got to leave now.
"Okay, hurry," John said, gazing at the rest of the boys. Logan decided to help as well to quicken the job with a snide 'you guys are pathetic' remark. After a few minutes and John's mocks, the corpses were quickly disposed of.
When they got back Bobby walked quickly to the sink to wash off his hands and his weapons. Scott and Logan did the same.
"You know…maybe we should all sleep in the same room," John suggested. "Just so we can fight off the others."
"Nah, it's okay," Scott stated. "You sleep heavily and so does Bobby, but Logan and I sleep light enough to hear anything so you guys are covered."
X
The girls meanwhile were sitting discussing the boys.
"What do you think of the new boys Ro?" Kitty asked curiously.
"He's infuriating and different." Ororo said.
"Huh, who is Jean asks just hearing Ororo's answer since she had been paying attention to her homework.
"The new boy Logan." Ororo said irradiated again just by thinking of him.
"Sounds like you like him." Rogue teased.
"Speak for yourself Rogue you totally like like the one called John." Kitty giggled at the glare Rogue was giving her.
"What about Bobby he was definitely the strangest one out of them all." Jean said hoping to get a reation out of her.
"He isn't the strangest one!" Kitty shouted.
"She was only teasing Kitty." Ororo sighed.
"What do you think he meant by we are definitely the fire types?" Rogue asked curiously.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
"What was that?" Rogue and Kitty asked jumping from where they sat to hug both Jean and Ororo.
"It was probably some of the boys pranking us again." Ororo said though she wasn't entirely sure.
"Yeah Ro's right we should get some sleep for tomorrow.
X
In the Assassin base many miles away lay a girl's body, lying surrounded by weapons that had pierced her through. Beside her head and held tightly in her hand was a communicating device half-hidden beneath her long red hair. Her eyes were deep but glazed over.
Above her was a tall menacing figure who glowered down at the dead girl. His dark blue eyes were completely furious but cold at the same time with his hand twisting his hat. He had used to be a flaunting person but now was cold and bitter, wanting revenge against everyone who had done him even a bit of inconvenience, and that was including his elders or people his age. His lips curled into a sly grin with a hint of a snarl.
"It's a pity I had to kill you instead of you dying on that mission," he spat at the girl, who of course didn't respond. "It would have kept my hands cleaner without your blood splattered on it."
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