Mission: Kill

Jax Opel Rudd, is what some people call strange, others a monster most don't even know who she is. She is one of the youngest assassin, one of the best at that. She's 17 and always worked alone and hid her second life from her family, but she's been given a mission that jeopardizes everything she's ever known and anyone she has protected.

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7. Chapter 7

June 1st, 2007

A man led me down a long hall, his hand on my back as he directed me to a big room, I look around the big room, lights and motors everywhere, a table full of knives, a shooting range, punching bags, practice dummies. I look around a bit more and there's a kid, he looked about my age, I studied his movements, he does back-flips and he threw knives at targets, I pulled at the guys sleeve like a little kid. 

He crouched down beside me, "who's that?" I whispered. 

"That's Nathaniel Ide." He whispered back, I nod and go back to watching him. He stood back up, "Nathaniel," the kid stopped and looked at him, the man motioned for him to come over he nodded and walked over, "Nathaniel, this is Jax, you two are going to train together. Try not to kill each other," he says, he walks out and I watch him go. 

"Hi," Nathaniel says with a smile and held out his hand. 

"Hi..." I stared at his hand and gave him an awkward side high five. 

He laughs quietly, "ok...what's your name?"

"Jax," I said, "and it's not a boys name!" I added quickly. 

"Ok then, I'm Nathaniel."

I think for a minute, "Nathaniel is too long. Can I call you Nathan?" 

"What? No! My name is Nathaniel!" He protested. 

"Pleeeeeaaaassseeee?" I begged. 

"No," he said and crossed his arms. 

I sighed and walked around looking at everything. 

 

December 18th, 2007

Nathaniel and I were in Dante's office, I was looking at charts even though I could barely read and Nathaniel was throwing knives at the bottom of Dante's desk. Dante opened the door and immediately looked at Nathaniel, "What the hell are you doing to my desk?!" he snaps, Nathaniel shrugged and pulled the knife out of his desk, "whatever," he sighed, "you two training room, now." We both stand up and walked down to the training room, I pulled my hair into a ponytail and took off my sweater I look up at Dante, he walked over two knives in his hand. "Ok, so. I have to teach you how to throw a knife from a distance." he threw the knife from where he was standing, hitting the target perfectly. I stared at the knife in awe. "Nathaniel go start, I'll help Jax out first." I looked down and Nathaniel walked over to his target and started throwing knives, hitting the target perfectly each time. Dante walked over to me and crouched down in front of me, "c'mon kid," he said gently. 

"I don't wanna..." I said softly and looked over at Nathaniel. 

He followed my gaze, "oh, I see," he nodded and looked back to me, "if you want to be better than him, you might want to let me help you." I look up at him, and smile slowly, "there ya go! That's the spirit." He smiled and led me over to a target he handed me a knife and instructed me how to throw it. I looked at the knife and threw it like he said, but my aim was so bad because it hit Nathaniel in the back. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground, Dante ran over to him and I froze. Dante picked him up and ran to the infirmary. I stayed put staring at my hands. 

 

A few days later Dante walked up to me, "he's better, you can go see him now if you'd like." 

I nod and walk down to the infirmary, I looked at Nathaniel, I couldn't say anything except, "I'm sorry...can we still be friends?" he smiled weakly and nodded slightly. 

 

October 14th, 2016

I was in my office wearing what I normally wear, my favorite over-sized hoodie and black jeans, I was waiting on news on a mission so I was just watching shitty tv and relaxing. I start to hear banging on my door, I ignore it at first, hoping whoever it was would just go away; but they don't. I sigh annoyed and walked over to my door, "what the he-" I stop myself when I see Nathan in tears, his hands shaking, "What the hell happened?" I say my, protective side kicking in, and I pull him in for a hug and shut the door with my foot.

I...I-Sam-she. We..." he cried, holding onto me. 

 "Do you need me to kill her?" I joke, I'm awful in these types of situations so I resort to humor...not my best quality. It's because I have no idea how to react, I have no clue what would upset them more or make it better so I resort to really bad jokes. 

"N-n-no," he stutters

I pull away slightly, still keeping my arms around his waist, "I'm so sorry..." I mutter cursing myself for being a total idiot. 

He shook his head, "No...I know how you are in these situations," he sighed and pulled away, "just pretend this never happened..." he turned to leave, for a while I thought I had feelings for him, but I constantly told myself it's my desire to be liked and I only see him as a friend; but clearly that wasn't the case because I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, he tripped, once he got his balance back, I pulled down to my height, placing a kiss on his lips, he didn't move, completely shocked. 

I pulled away from him, my face as red as it could possibly be, he stared at me in shock, "I-shi-no-I-I'm sorry," I stuttered, completely embarrassed. I looked down and saw I was still hugging him, I quickly let go and covered my face, I pulled the sleeves of the hoodie over my hands, like I do when I'm embarrassed, scared, upset, or stressed, and looked down, cursing myself over and over again for being the biggest dumbass in the history of dumbasses. I saw his feet take a step closer to me, gently pulling my head up to his, kissing me again. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck, he deepened it slightly and pulled me closer. His hands rested on my waist and he didn't break the kiss once. I could feel him smirking slightly but before I could do anything, he lifted me up by the waist, pushing me against the wall.

I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands in his hair, blushing the entire time. He pulled away and I mentally cursed him for it. He looked at me, a small hint of worry in his eyes. 

"Are...are you sure?", he asked. His voice was still raspy, but that didn't seem to stop him from speaking. I nod and he sets me down, pulling me to the door. We practically race for his car and he drives us home, immediately kissing me once he closed the door. 

 

The rest of that night was a blur. All I remember was waking up beside him.

 

 

The next morning I wake up, the lower part my body hurting like hell, I stare up at the ceiling refusing to move, knowing it would only hurt me more. I look over to Nathaniel, he looked peaceful as he slept, but only to wake up seconds later. 

"Were you just watching me sleep?" He asked groggy

"Yep," I laugh slightly, wincing. 

"How are you feeling?" He jokes like his normal self. 

"Hmmm....pretty peachy," I say trying not laugh. 

"Well then you wouldn't mind if I do this then," he smirks and reaches over me, grabs my phone, along with the covers hiding himself and rushes to the end of my bed, holding my phone out. 

"Nathan give me my phone," I say sitting up pulling the sheets up with me to keep myself covered, trying my hardest to ignore the excruciating pain,  "is this payback from when I stabbed you in the back?" 

He laughed, "yes, you deserve this, took 9 years but you finally got what was coming to you." 

"Come on! I apologized!" I protest, biting my lip, keeping myself from crying. 

He clearly noticed and wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head gently, I lean into his touch, "I'm sorry," he whispered. 

"It's ok, it was gonna happen sooner or later I'm just glad it was it was with you," I smile and blush. 

 

 

 

 

 

May 18th 2017, 

It was Nathaniel's birthday and I was planning something because I had nothing better to do. I had reserved a table his favorite southern restaurant for us and like a good girlfriend I made sure they knew it was his birthday. I took out my phone and texted him.

J: you’re free tonight right?

N: Ye. Why?

J: cuz your girlfriend made plans im picking you up at 8 you better be ready

N: yes ma’am xD

 

I connect my phone to my speaker and change into a red flannel and dark blue jeans, quickly fixing my pony tail, I picked up my speaker and walk into the kitchen. I take his present out of the cleaning closet, I put it in there because no one goes in there...ever. I took out the shiny new knife and the card I stashed it with, quickly wrote down, 

"Happy Birthday, ya old fuckrag

Love Jerry,"

I laughed when I reread it because I'm a comedic god, I put the card in the envelope and turned back to the knife. I picked it up and admired it, before putting it back in it's little case thing (that no one ever used), and got the wrapping paper out, quickly wrapped it, dancing around the kitchen as I did so. I had a few more things I wanted to get for him, for the soul purpose of being an ass. I disconnected my phone and put it in my back pocket, picked up his gift and keys and walked down to the door, flipping off Carlos as I went by. I got in my car. I drive to the nearest store and bought one party hat, that I'm definitely going to force him to wear, checked out and drove to his house. 

 

Too lazy to get out of the car so I honked my horn and texted him. 

J: Come outside

J: Hey

J: Hey

J: Hey

J: I'm here

N: I get it let me finish putting my shoes on

J: No now 

N: youre making me take longer by texting me. 

J: Use siri

N: Damnit....im coming out now. 

I get the party hat ready for him, as I watch him walk out of his house, "What the fuck is that for?" he asked getting in the car. 

"You, now put it on." I hand him the party hat. 

"No! I'm not wearing a friggin' party hat! I'm 17!" He protested

"I don't care," I laughed, "put it on or we're just gonna sit here and miss our reservations. Put it on." 

"No!" 

"Fine," I shrugged and turned off her car, leaning back in the chair. 

"You're joking right?" 

"No, you don't want to go along with my plans so we'll just sit here, fine by me. I save more money this way," I shrug, turning my phone on. 

He eventually caves, "Fine...give me the damn hat," he sighs. 

I smile and put the hat on him, so he couldn't try to throw it out of the car, "If you dare break that, I'm making you pay and I'm taking your gift." I put the car in drive and drive off to the restaurant. 

 

I parked the car and got out, and walked to his side of the car, getting his gift in the process, "Is anyone else coming?" he asked as we walked in. 

"And socialize with people? Of course not!" I look at the waiter, "Table for Jax," I say simply. The waiter nods and sits us down. 

 

 

Towards the end of the night, to my surprise he still had the hat on, "Would you like your gift now?" I ask smiling. 

"Duh," he chuckles and holds his hands out. 

I laugh and hand him his gift, he took it and opened it happily, his eyes widened at the sight of the knife "Jax, it's amazing," he said quietly as he held it, "I fucking love this, thank you." He smiled, put the knife down and hugged me, "Thank you." 

"You're welcome Becky," I laugh, hugging him back, "We can get out of here and watch a movie at my place if you want," I offer. 

"Sure," he smiles and stand up, "Can I take this stupid hat off now?" 

"Yes," I laugh throwing money down on the table and walk out. Nathan picks up his gift and we walk back to the car. 

 

The car ride home consisted of him admiring the knife and me laughing as he did it. We got home and of course Carlos was outside, I groan, "Damnit..."

"What?" Nathan asks confused. 

"Just my asshole neighbor," I sigh tuning off the car, Nathan looks at him. 

"Do you want me-" 

"No, it's fine," I say cutting him off, "Just ignore him." I sigh and get out of the car first. 

"Aye Mami," Carlos says walking towards me. 

I try to ignore him but he's so annoying that you just can't, "Fuck off.", I spat

"Aww come on, I just want to have a little fun," he smirks and reaches for my ass. 

I quickly move away and grab his hand about to fire back at him but Nathaniel comes running up and right hooks him in the jaw, I stare at him in disbelief. "It was clear she wasn't interested, back the fuck off." 

"Nathan, what the hell did you just do?" 

"I helped," he shrugged shaking his hand that he punched him with. 

"No you just committed an assault," I say in a lowered voice so Carlos wouldn't hear and get any ideas. 

"Would've just rather me let him say or do whatever the hell he wanted?!" He spat, clearly mad that I didn't thank him. 

"I had this handled! Besides this isn't the first time this has happened!" I retort. 

"What?" He asked, angerily, "Why the hell didn't you tell me?!" 

"Because I knew you'd act like this!" I sigh, "Whatever, lets just get out of here before he wakes up." I sigh grab his wrist and pull him into my house. 

"Why the hell are you mad?!" He shouted, "If anything I probably got him to leave you alone for a little!" 

"No! If he's figures out he can call the cops on you for that he's going to use it against me," I fire back as I run my hands through my hair out of stress. 

"I didn't do anything wrong!"  

"Nathan you don't get it! Blackmail goes a long way and also not to mention our jobs! All three of us could be sent to jail!" 

"Nothing is going to happen!" 

"How the hell can you be sure?!" 

"Hard enough blow to the head, they won't remember, for all he knows he could've just passed out from being drunk!" What he says sort of gets through to me, I nod slightly, "Nothing is going to happen to either of us." He walks closer to me and pulls me into a hug, "nothing is going to happen to us," he repeats in a calming tone.

 

 

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