Perfect Assassins

Krissy:

I let out an annoyed breath, he was doubting me, he thought I was weak, I hated being weak or being thought of as weak. “Guns are too noisy, even with a silencer, besides any one who is like us is going to know the sound of a silencer. My brother may be a better shot than I am but I can hit any one with a knife on my first try. I can throw two knives at the same time and hit my target. Please Will?” I said trying not to make it sound like I was begging.

I dont think yuor weak Krissy. I know you think thats what im thinking." i sigh "You know what will happen if you get hurt or killed here? Im going to feel terrible. And i will get blamed for taking you" I rub my eyes and get out of the car "Im comin up, we can talk in a minute":

Krissy:

“Okay.” I sighed hanging up. I went out of the bed room and smoothed down my ruffled hair as I waited for him at the door.

i knock ont eh dorr sicne i dont have a key

Krissy:

I opened the door. “Will! Oh my God, what happened to you?” I asked stepping up to him and gently putting my hands up to hold his head still so I could get a look at the wound under all the dried blood.

"Nothing, i did it. Trying to improve my pain tolerance. theres a bullet hole in my foot."

Krissy:

“You did this to yourself?” I asked flatly. “What the hell?” I grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm back, hard, and pressed my foot on top of his. “Can you feel the pain, now?” I asked scowling at him.

"No." i say monotone "Let go. I dont want to start hating my only friend in the hell hole"

Krissy:

I sighed and let go and hugged him quickly. “I'm sorry, please don't to that again though, it depletes your energy.” I said grabbing my bag and his wrist. “Let me at least clean your wound really fast.”

the gun shot is fine Kayle trust me. Ive had worse" I look at her

Krissy:

“I mean your head wound, Will it is bothering me, just let me and we can go.” I said stubbornly.

i sigh and nod "fine"

Krissy:

I made him sit down at the table then took a damp towel and wiped away the blood. “There has to be some thing the matter with you.” I said while I worked. “you know you could have given yourself a concussion?” I asked leaning over and shining a light in his eyes.

i shrug "wouldnt be the first time"

Krissy:

“Yeah but it could have been the last time. I wish you wouldn't be like this, Will, you could get your self killed with the way you are acting.” I said frowning slightly.

"I really dont care. and neither do most of the people i know"

Krissy:

“You don't care whether you live or die?” I asked sadly still leaning down but I had put the flash light away. “Well, I care. I don't want you to die, Will, I want you to careful. I really care about you, your are like family to me, like a cousin or some thing.” I said sighing and straightening up.

I sigh "fine...." i rub my eyes "LEts go. if you get hurt im not going to forgive myself"

Krissy:

“If you get hurt, not only will I not forgive myself but I wont forgive you either. Okay?”

"fine" i grab my keys and a gun "more weapons in the trunk" i say looking for the briefcase with the 10 mil

Krissy:

I sighed looking up at him. “Alright.” I said following him.

I grab the briefcase and put it in my car "keep your weapons conceleed while we are there. as far as i know its just supposed to be atrade"

Krissy:

“Do I look like I have any weapons on me?” I asked. The answer was no, I never did, that was why I liked knives so much more.

"No but i knwo you do. I have 30 weapons on me and it only looks like one. which they know i will have"

Krissy:

I smiled. “Alright lets go.” I sat in the front seat and pulled a pair of ornamented daggers out if my back and twisted my hair up and held it in place with them, they just looked like hair pins. I also got a sheath around my waist that hell four knives and strapped it on under my top.