"My classmates told me there's a killer-for-hire in town," Hanna whispered to Jeremy, her best friend, as they traversed through the woods. "I'm a little jittery walking through the woods because it got me scared."
Jeremy scowled. "They're just trying to scare you. We lived here all our lives, surely no assassin will think of staying long here in this rundown town."
"I swear Jer, in school you'll learn all those stuff," Hanna said as they stumbled due to the uneven dirt road. "They said he's tall and scarred and all those scary things."
"I learn more about the world through home schooling and through working with my dad in the family business," Jeremy said. "Besides, look at all your classmates. You're always so nice to them and yet they take advantage and bully you. What could you possibly learn from these people?"
"Oh Jer, sometimes they just act as kids but I know there's goodness in them," Hannah said, always the voice of reason. "Anyway, let's just enjoy our afternoon. We are near the clearing, yes? It's always a great place to have our picnic. And I hear the bushes moving... maybe there's a deer who's going to be sharing our food again." Hannah looked excited.
"We're here Hannah, " Jeremy said, helping his friend to the clearing. "I'll just pick up some fruits after we have the blanket set up. You should be safe here and holler if you need me. Will be back in a while."
"Hannah is alone," Gary, a tall, brawny boy whispered to his friend Charlie. In his hand was a baseball bat. "I thought that boy is going to stay with her all afternoon long. Now the fun starts." He looked gleeful.
"Tell me why we're doing this again?" Charlie asked, picking up leaves from his sweater.
"Because she's Miss Goody two shoes, that's why," Gary said vehemently. "And because she's pretty and smart and despite her disability, all the teachers love her. Don't worry about what we're doing. We'll just scare her and she wouldn't even know it's us. She'll just think it's that killer-for-hire myth I fed her with this afternoon." Gary chuckled. "As if that's even true!"
"This is stupid," Charlie said rolling his eyes. "And whenever you say scare somebody, I know it will be something bad. Ok, let's just do this and get outta here before her friend comes back."
The two boys stood from their hiding place when a hand suddenly clamped down on Gary's shoulder.
"Whaat...??" Gary was turning around as a punch threw him right back to the ground.
"What do you think you're doing?" a menacing voice whispered as Gary felt himself being grabbed by his collar.
Charlie tried to get a punch in but the person kicked him right in the stomach.
Gary looked at the tall, scarred person right in front of him. His heart froze. There was something scary about the emotionless dark cloud in the stranger's eyes that Charlie felt his life flash before his eyes. He suddenly remembered that assassin myth everyone was talking about. Could it be...?
Charlie tried to fight again while Gary stood immobile. But the stranger was too agile for them and had the movements of a season fighter. Soon both boys were blooded and lost consciousness.
The scarred person clutched the boys' windpipes and squeezed. They will not harass any young lady or anyone ever again.
"Jer?" a soft voice called through the person's consciousness.
The person calmed his beating heart, let go of the two boys and looked at the angel-like girl who stood uncertainly behind him.
"I'm here Hannah," he said, standing up. He wiped his bloodied hands and looked at Hannah's big, sightless eyes.
"I heard some noise," Hannah said, going to the direction of Jeremy's voice. "What's going on?"
"Just some wild animals fighting each other," Jeremy explained, taking Hannah's arm. He knew Hannah's sense of smell was strong and he didn't want her smelling blood. Jeremy sneered, looking at the boys' beat-up bodies. They deserved to be punished more and killing was such an easy thing to do. Jeremy knew because he has killed more people than he could count, along with his father in the "family business".
Normally he'll finish off the two thugs but he knew Hannah wouldn't approve. For Hannah's sake, he tried to quench the killer instinct inside of him. He has never been hasty -- their business has always revolved in careful planning and they made sure the killings couldn't be traced back to his family. He knew he acted out of emotion this afternoon but he wouldn't change a single thing. Any moron who plans to harm a single hair on Hannah's head deserves his wrath. Besides, if this was ever traced back to him, he could always say it was self defense. And he would win because it was the truth.
"Let's go home," Jeremy said as he lead Hannah out of the woods and away from the bodies. "You're right, maybe it's dangerous out here."
Note: And this is an example of when I want to write something light and fun and it gets turned into a slightly violent flash fic like this. Happens all the time. :-S
Jeremy scowled. "They're just trying to scare you. We lived here all our lives, surely no assassin will think of staying long here in this rundown town."
"I swear Jer, in school you'll learn all those stuff," Hanna said as they stumbled due to the uneven dirt road. "They said he's tall and scarred and all those scary things."
"I learn more about the world through home schooling and through working with my dad in the family business," Jeremy said. "Besides, look at all your classmates. You're always so nice to them and yet they take advantage and bully you. What could you possibly learn from these people?"
"Oh Jer, sometimes they just act as kids but I know there's goodness in them," Hannah said, always the voice of reason. "Anyway, let's just enjoy our afternoon. We are near the clearing, yes? It's always a great place to have our picnic. And I hear the bushes moving... maybe there's a deer who's going to be sharing our food again." Hannah looked excited.
"We're here Hannah, " Jeremy said, helping his friend to the clearing. "I'll just pick up some fruits after we have the blanket set up. You should be safe here and holler if you need me. Will be back in a while."
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"Hannah is alone," Gary, a tall, brawny boy whispered to his friend Charlie. In his hand was a baseball bat. "I thought that boy is going to stay with her all afternoon long. Now the fun starts." He looked gleeful.
"Tell me why we're doing this again?" Charlie asked, picking up leaves from his sweater.
"Because she's Miss Goody two shoes, that's why," Gary said vehemently. "And because she's pretty and smart and despite her disability, all the teachers love her. Don't worry about what we're doing. We'll just scare her and she wouldn't even know it's us. She'll just think it's that killer-for-hire myth I fed her with this afternoon." Gary chuckled. "As if that's even true!"
"This is stupid," Charlie said rolling his eyes. "And whenever you say scare somebody, I know it will be something bad. Ok, let's just do this and get outta here before her friend comes back."
The two boys stood from their hiding place when a hand suddenly clamped down on Gary's shoulder.
"Whaat...??" Gary was turning around as a punch threw him right back to the ground.
"What do you think you're doing?" a menacing voice whispered as Gary felt himself being grabbed by his collar.
Charlie tried to get a punch in but the person kicked him right in the stomach.
Gary looked at the tall, scarred person right in front of him. His heart froze. There was something scary about the emotionless dark cloud in the stranger's eyes that Charlie felt his life flash before his eyes. He suddenly remembered that assassin myth everyone was talking about. Could it be...?
Charlie tried to fight again while Gary stood immobile. But the stranger was too agile for them and had the movements of a season fighter. Soon both boys were blooded and lost consciousness.
The scarred person clutched the boys' windpipes and squeezed. They will not harass any young lady or anyone ever again.
"Jer?" a soft voice called through the person's consciousness.
The person calmed his beating heart, let go of the two boys and looked at the angel-like girl who stood uncertainly behind him.
"I'm here Hannah," he said, standing up. He wiped his bloodied hands and looked at Hannah's big, sightless eyes.
"I heard some noise," Hannah said, going to the direction of Jeremy's voice. "What's going on?"
"Just some wild animals fighting each other," Jeremy explained, taking Hannah's arm. He knew Hannah's sense of smell was strong and he didn't want her smelling blood. Jeremy sneered, looking at the boys' beat-up bodies. They deserved to be punished more and killing was such an easy thing to do. Jeremy knew because he has killed more people than he could count, along with his father in the "family business".
Normally he'll finish off the two thugs but he knew Hannah wouldn't approve. For Hannah's sake, he tried to quench the killer instinct inside of him. He has never been hasty -- their business has always revolved in careful planning and they made sure the killings couldn't be traced back to his family. He knew he acted out of emotion this afternoon but he wouldn't change a single thing. Any moron who plans to harm a single hair on Hannah's head deserves his wrath. Besides, if this was ever traced back to him, he could always say it was self defense. And he would win because it was the truth.
"Let's go home," Jeremy said as he lead Hannah out of the woods and away from the bodies. "You're right, maybe it's dangerous out here."
-The End-
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