Kill your Darlings

As she filled out the application, Reese wondered how to answer the question on whether or not she'd committed genocide - should she answer "not lately" or "well, everyone needs a hobby..."? {{~PG-13 for language~}}






A/N: This is 300 words longer than I usually write. Applaud me, guys. xD And you guys who liked and favorited this let me tell you - you are a-m-a-z-i-n-g. Thank you so much! ♥


Reese is on her way home, when she hears the soft noise of steps from behind her. She stops up, creaks her neck from side to side. The steps stopped. She brushes off the feeling of being watched, and continues walking. A stone rolls before her, and having heard the sound of a shoe kicking to it, Reese grabs her gun, by her hips – turning around in an instant. Click.

“Down on your knees or I’m shooting,” She says, pointing to the man before her. Both hands clutching onto the gun.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the man says in an calm voice, without a hint of fright. Reese’s eyes goes small, as she inspects the man. Tall, very tall, she thinks, looking at the coat covered man.

“Who are you and why are you following me?”

“You’re right, sorry, I didn’t get the change to introduce myself before now – I’m Caspian Hagen, and I couldn’t help but walk after you when I saw your arm was hurt,” the man, Caspian, says, introducing himself, and taking of the hat that had covered his blonde hair locks. Reese stills for a moment, not letting down her guard. She was looking into his eyes, blue eyes, and something was telling her that- “You’re lying,” she says, eyeing his face features – no, definitely not Caspian Hagen – and then she shoots. Not even letting the man have enough time to pull his own gun, before he’s shot in the thigh – falling to his knees.

“Who are you, and why are you following me,” Reese repeats. Getting her gun ready for another shot. The man’s head is facing downwards in pain, but Reese doesn’t miss the little movement of his hand gliding down his side.

Aim. Pull. Shoot. Bang. And the man lets out a scream. She aimed perfectly. Bullet going directly to his dick. And had this been a movie, Reese would have probably laughed out loud, at the way he was squirming, but it wasn’t – isn’t. The man is laying face first on the sidewalk now, breathing ragged.

“Answer my question or your heads gonna be next,” Reese demands, loading the gun yet another time, hand lying calmly against her trigger. And she is so close to shoot another time, when the man speaks up, albeit a little rugged: “I…c-can’t…tell..y.” Reese sighs, aiming the gun to his shoulder instead. “Yes, you can” – pull. Shoot. Bang. – “and you will.” She steps closer to the man, and grabs a fistful of his hair to make him face her,  biting back the pain in her arm – probably bleeding yet another time. The man whines.

“Tell me,” she demands yet another time, looking directly into the mans eyes, holding the gun before his forehead. She can see the sweat tickling down his forehead, down his cheeks and to his chin – that’s how close she is.

“I don’t know!” the man yelps, as Reese yanks his head back. “I don’t .. know,” he breathes. Reese reaches for the trigger.

“No, please! Please don’t shoot me. I-I just wanted money. I don’t know anything. I haven’t seen the person I work for in person!” he cries, reaching out for her. Pathetic. She pulls. Bang. And the man slumps down on the sidewalk completely – Blood running down his nosebrigde. I better be more careful, Reese thinks to herself, heaving a sigh, and shooting the man one last look before turning to go home again, wondering what was this about? Why would anyone follow her? To find her home? to kill her? Why? Reese puts her gun back in its pocket. Well, she wouldn’t know now for sure. However she did keep an eye out for anything else suspicious as she made her way home.


Morning came like a shock to her. The only thing she had done yesterday after coming home was picking out the bullet from her arm, rinse the scratch and then leave for bed.

Now she was on her way back to the office in “normal” clothes; t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, black her flaring beautifully behind her. The sun was shining, and there wasn’t a single cloud on the sky. She could already see that entrance here from afar, and so she checked the time on her mobile. 13.26. 14 minutes till 2 pm. That would be okay, she thought, heading straight for the door.


On the inside of the building, Kai had already arrived. He was standing in the foyer, clad in his bodysuit and leaned up against the wall. He had come far earlier than expected. Usually he would rather come a little later at times like this, but when he woke this morning at 6 am, he hadn’t been able to fall asleep again, and so the time had just passed way too slowly for his own liking, and therefore here he was – all ready and prepped up for the meeting to the place… and nothing else.


Reese opened the door. Her arm hurt remarkably less today, and for that she was thankful. The scratch was healing, she knew, under that plaster she was wearing.

She doesn’t take many steps, before she notices a familiar person standing up the wall a few meters away. At least I’m not the only one early, she thought, making her way over to Kai, who didn’t seem to have noticed her just yet.

“Hey,” she voices, leaning against the wall beside him. Kai turns his face to the right to look at her, she notices out of the corner of her eye.

“You’re early,” Kai points out with a smirk.

“So are you,” Reese replies, matter of factly. Kai yawns, and Reese gives him a look.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Kai says, scratching the back of his neck, and there after stretching his arm upwards towards the ceiling.

“What are you doing?” Reese can’t help but ask, frown evident on her forehead as she does so.

“I thought it was obvious; I’m stretching out.” Reese rolls her eyes, slaps his arm – just lightly.

“Yeah, but can you not? People are looking at you, you know.”  She gestures to the people walking past them. Kai grins.

“It’s not my fault, I’m so hot they can’t help but take a peak,” he laughs, winking at Reese, who sighs and looks at her mobile once more to check the time. 6 more minutes. There’s only 6 more minutes, she heaves another sigh – this time a relieved one… And of course Kai had to comment on that…

“Woah! that sounded sexual!” And if people weren’t already looking at them, they certainly were now.

“What is wrong with you?!” Reese screeches, blushing beet red at the embarrassment of all the people hearing them. Wanting very badly to just choke her companion.

“Look at you blushing. Cute,” Kai laughs, and Reese immediately covers her cheeks with her hands.

“Don’t look at me!”

“I’m sorry Miss; I just wanted to follow the two of you to Miss Wanderpool’s office.” Huh? Reese eyes, widens. Oh, god, no! She slowly removes her hands from her face - takes in the sight before her, all the while Kai chuckles from beside her.

“I’m so sorry,” Reese quickly apologizes. “I wasn’t talking to you,” she justifies, discreetly elbowing Kai in the ribs, as she smiles at the man.

“That’s okay,” He doesn’t sound amused. “My name is Oz,” he continues, “and I’m Miss Wanderpool’s personal assistant.” His eyes goes back and fore between Reese and Kai. Reese nods, and so does Kai. And then the man, Oz, starts walking, and assuming they have to follow his lead both Reese and Kai moves after, keeping a distance of at least one meter from one another. Or, well, Reese tries to make that happen, but Kai keeps going closer, and by the glint in his eyes he’s wearing, she knows he’s doing it on purpose. What a kid, she thinks, keeping herself from looking at him.

Reese shakes her head as she walks, and hears Kai chuckle yet another time.


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