Alyssa's POV

Where we were, I had no idea. Who's 'For Sale' sign we just took down as we broke into the house, I still had no idea. Alex picked the lock and took me into the living room, where he lay me down on the carpeted floor with his jacket under my head. Of course this house had nothing in it, so the point of this was beyond me...

"Alex, chill for a second! What's going on?" he stopped dead for a second, looked at me, then carried on rushing around. The 'For Sale' sign was now in the kitchen yet for some reason he was still rushing about like it was the end of the world, muttering to himself. "ALEX!" I shout and he stops, shutting the front door behind him.

"Yeah?"

"What the hell?" I say, sitting up.

"Nothing! I'm fine!" He says, lying through his teeth.

"Alex, come on!" I raise my eyebrows and fling my hands out.

"I'm just confused. Ok? Everything that was ok last week is now all fucked up! My best friend just tried to kill me, my manager died and YOU!" He pointed at me. I looked around me and pointed at myself.

"What did I do?"

"I'm not used to working with people! You almost died!"

"Almost..." I pointed out obviously.

"Shit!" he says, punching the wall.

"Alex, the anger isn't gonna help. You need to just take a few minutes to get your head around it!" He shook his head, before pulling my phone out of his pocket and throwing it at me, I catch it with one hand.

"Look at your last message and tell me that I can get my head around it!" I unlock my phone, dubious that he's read my messages before me and read the message aloud.

"It's an unknown number? The message says... Don't think you got rid of me that easily! Colin." I shrugged.

"So?"

"Look at the time it was sent..." he pointed at the phone.

"That was only like an hour ago!"

"Exactly! We've been driving that long! He was killed a couple of hours ago!" Alex leans up against the wall, one leg bent in so his foot is flat on the wall. "How?"

"Well, maybe... Err..." I had no idea, no answer, not a Scooby.

"Ally, what the hell do we do now?" he said, sinking down onto the floor. He bends both knees up and rests his head in his hands, held up by his elbows on his knees.

"Well, we don't have a job any more... So I guess we find another person advertising for Assassins, or we just run around, breaking into houses?" I didn't know what to say, and this sarcastic saying had exited my mouth before I had a chance to think.

"Ally! Come on!" he pleaded. "I don't have anyone to turn to! Des is dead as far as we know, and if he's not he hasn't contacted us and I've rang him so many times..."

"You rang him? For what?" I question, awaiting his response eagerly.

"Advice! You were laying on the floor in some shithole with Scott laying the other side. Then you were in hospital, and so was I! I needed help! I've got no one else..."

"We can change that, you know?" I looked up at his face, filled with sadness. "Just go home, to your family!" Alex shakes his head.

"I can't..." There was regret in his voice.

"What? Why?" Alex points at the material bracelet his sister had made him.

"My sister made this for me. Yeah?" I nod, knowing this already, "She made this for me when I first started, 6 years ago. I made the choice, aged 21, to spend my whole life taking orders from a mobile and shoot people I didn't know about, not a care in the world. I never gave a crap about what they did to the Client, what they hadn't done, what family they'd got, who I'd be affecting in the long run..." Alex pauses to take a long deep breath in. "2 years ago he was assassinated, my dad. I didn't even know what he'd done! I tried to find out, but I never did. It just changed me. I couldn't think about my family. The idea that I was pretty much the same as a person who'd gunned my dad down... They would have gone through the same processes I did; watch his day-to-day movements, read a folder of information and plan everything..." My face drops.

"I'm so sorry!" it's all I can think of saying.

"Don't be! It made my head a lot clearer."

"But, you're never going to see your family because of that? It's not worth it!" I say.

"You got a family?" He questions bluntly. I gathered he wanted to put me in his shoes with some smart-ass comparison story.

"No." I say, looking at the floor. "They're all dead." Alex looks at the floor and runs his fingers through his hair.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. You didn't kill them. A drunk driver did. And I got him back." My face was etched with anger.

"Yeah... Anyway, off the subject to keep us both sane, how long have you been doing this job now?"

"About 4 years or so. I was 22 when I decided, so only a year older than you were."

"Jheez, has it been that long since you replaced Colin? Well, I suppose it has been, yeah..."

"He'd need to plan a lot to sort that kinda stuff out!" I pointed out.

"I'm impressed actually. Like, the two of us, we managed to become Des's top two and we'd only worked there a little while. People like Colin worked there for 10 and more years and never got that title!" he smiled.

"Yeah, I have to admit, it was amazing to know I was actually doing something well!" I laughed. "I failed school..." I pulled an embarrassed face.

"Ah, I went to Uni and everything. Studied 'Sports Science', got my degree and became an Assassin..." he laughed.

"Yeah, you know, as you do!" I couldn't stop laughing. I was bent over, clutching at my stomach as I cried with laughter, but a sudden pain in my stomach stopped me in my tracks. I stood up, moved my hand off my stomach and it was covered in blood. "Oh..." I exclaim. Alex runs straight over to me.

"You alright?"

"My stitches..." I lift my top above the now open wound. Alex runs out of the house and seconds later, slamming the door behind him, runs over with a 'First Aid' box - which was basically a load of shit we collected to treat ourselves if we ever got injured.

"Lay on the floor." He ordered as I immediately lay back with his jacket under my head. He pulled out a small bottle of alcohol and poured it on the wound. I breathe in sharply as the pain hits. He wipes the wound with a cloth ladened with alcohol before he grabs out a needle and thread; wiping the needle with the cloth he'd just wiped my wounds with.

"If I get an infection from this..." I shake my head.

"Just let me finish." He says bluntly as he threads the needle and begins sewing up my wound. Every time the needle enters and exits my wound I want to cry, but I hold it all back. I cause enough families pain when I shoot their family members so I think I deserve a little pain now and again...

"Fine! But hurry up!" I say, emphasising every word.

"Ok, done!" He says, peeling the back off a sticky gauze plaster and placing it over my wound.

"Thank you." I smile at him, he smiles back. I sit up, ending up mere inches from his face. His breath is warm on my face and his eyes are staring into mine. He shuts his eyes, and for a second I'm confused; why is he doing that? He leans in until his lips are touching mine. I slowly purse my lips so I'm kissing him back and shut my eyes. He pulls back, but lost in the moment, I don't realise for a few seconds and as I open my eyes, Alex is staring at me with his head tilted.

"Right, let's get some sleep!" He said, as if nothing had happened. He walks off into the kitchen for a while, but my eyes start to shut before he comes back in...

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