Young and Deadly

Chapter Six

"Blake Reid?" A strong male voice comes from behind me.

"Yes?" I turn and am faced with two officers in uniform. "May I help you with something officers?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." Officier Frank said.

"Blake Reid, you are under arrest for the murder of Josh Smith," Officer Tuck said, removing a pair of handcuffs. Oh s**t, not good!

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense." Officer Frank added.

"I don't know what you're talking about officers," I said in a cool voice.

"We caught you on the security camera of the Luna Park Cafe. Don't play dumb with us miss." With that one officer grabbed me and the other cuffed me.

I stayed silent as they dragged me to the cruiser. They made the mistake of walking in front of me so I jumped the cuffs and beat Officer Frank on the head causing him to fall limp to the ground then I turned to grab Officer Tuck, but he had his gun pointed at me. I moved my hands in an 'I surrender' motion. It was too late and he obviously took it as a threat because he pulled the trigger and a loud noise emitted from the gun.

I bolted upright in bed with a scream, sweat all over my body. Blinking rappidly, I run my hands over my body and sag in relief that it was only a dream; a very realistic dream though. Then the noise comes again and I realize that it was thunder. My door bangs open, shacking from the forceful hit against the wall. Jason is standing there, gun in hand. When he sees nothing he looks at me.

"It's fine Jason, relax," I pant. He lets out a hearty laugh. "What?"

"I spent all day yesterday telling you to relax. Now it's you telling me to relax. I find that a bit funny." He laughs more and wipes away and imaginary tear.

"Oh."

"You really aren't experienced in any of this are you? I would've thought that hilarious!" He chuckles, but not as heart felt as before.

"No. I wasn't kidding when I said I wasn't used to this stuff. I take my job seriously and it's all I've ever really known growing up. The only people I was close to died.

"My dad... killed my mom and was coming for me. With strength I didn't know I possessed at that age, I got a butcher knife into his chest cavity. So there was death one, but he never loved me and always drank. Then, when I finished training, I had to kill my two year baby sitter and her parents. There went all of the people I cared about and I honestly forgot about my sister until it was too late to do anything about it."

It felt good to get this off my chest. There was never anyone to tell this to. I was constantly carrying it around. Now that I've finally told someone, I couldn't even cry it had been held in so long.

"Oh, Blake. I'm so sorry, I had no idea," he gasped.

"Yeah no one does. Well except for the counsel, but they already knew. I honestly never had the chance to tell anyone about what has happened in my earlier years of life. Then today... well yesterday, I had to lie to my sister about what happened to them. She had no idea that they were dead, but probably because she's been busy with her acting career."

"Wait... so you've never talked about this? To anyone? I can't believe that you've kept this in for so long. Your sisters not Nan Reid, is she?" He asked the last part as an after thought.

"Yeah, that's her." Another teenage boy no doubt with a celebrate crush on her.

"I've always wondered about that, but thought it couldn't be. You know, cause if it were, you wouldn't be in this life."

"I remembered her too late or I wouldn't be. So no one knows about my beautiful older sister either. I've kept so many things to myself obviously," I murmur dryly.

"Yes you have," he nods. "Yeah your sister is pretty good looking, but you're way more beautiful in my opinion."

I snort. "Sure! Thanks for the lie. I don't care that she's prettier than me, she always has been. So..." I look at the clock. "Holy s**t!" I jump up and realize I'm in shorts that might as well be underwear and a small tank top. I don't have time to feel embarrassed though. I run as fast as I can to my closet.

"What's wrong Blake?" Jason shows up to the opening of my walk-in closet.

"We're two hours late for school! I can't do this on day two! It makes me feel like I'm lacking in my job, Jason! I really don't want Georgette on my back right now! If I do well she's promised me the clothes and a good start in life. I really can't mess that up Jason," I nearly shout at him.

"Relax! Georgette got wind of what you did and suggested that you take the day off. Just ask Elizabeth. She called both of us."

"God, I can't do anything right in the last day. The socializing, the dancing, the inability to relax, I let my guard down, and I killed someone in a very public place." Now I'm shaking in anger in my inability to be everything I need to be for this job. "I'm inadequate at my job aren't I? Please don't lie, I know I am. I've lost my touch apparently..."

"Blake... look at me," he pulls my hands from my face and grabs my head to make me look him in the eyes. "You are not inadequate. Antisocial maybe, but not inadequate. You're the only person who could do this and do it well."

"Not true Jason! You are and they should have had you do this. You would be far more efficient. Plus you could definitely get close to her in a matter of minutes and get the job done in a week. I have no idea how long this is going to take me, especially when I left the party early without any notification." I shout.

"I don't care what you think Blake, but you're better at this than I am. You're better than any agent I know. That actually scares me in a way."

"I'm not and you really shouldn't be scared. That's not making me feel any better at the moment!"

"Not scared of you, but for you. I have no doubt that they are going to keep you. You're to valuable to them. I know this cause I'm like their personal body guard for some reason. I've heard the things they say about you and they've been nothing but praise ever since I can remember. Trust me on this Blake. I hear more than you do. I'm more of an insider, a sort of desk worker minus the desk, you're more like a field agent."

"Jason, I'm no-"

"Shut up and stop arguing. Seriously, I'm not lying to you, I swear."

"Fine! I'll try and relax a bit," I sigh in defeat and he releases my face.

"Finally." Now he was smiling.

"How do you do it?" I ask, c*****g my head to the side.

"Do what?"

"Relax and act... like a normal teenager?"

"I'm not normal?" He asked, sounding hurt.

"That's not what I mean. I mean like a teenager not in this life and is blissfully ignorant of things like teenage assassins," I clarify.

"Oh, I was always around kids our age and we were always friends like you see in high school. It's easy to me, but I guess you were brought up outside the agency unlike I was." He grabs my shoulders and rubs them comfortingly.

"Can you teach me?"

He busts out laughing at me and I do me busts out laughing. "W-what?"

"What is so funny Jason?"

"I've never had someone ask me to teach them how to relax and have fun. It just seems funny, unusual, and seemingly impossible to do."

"Oh... okay. I'll try and figure it out." I said, furrowing my eyebrow, trying to think of how normal people act.

"I said seemingly impossible, not impossible," he rolled his eyes.

"So you will teach me?" I asked skeptically. I didn't want to get my hopes up for no reason.

"Yes, Blake Reid, I'll teach you," he says with a light chuckle.

"Thanks! So what first?" I ask eagerly.

"We get dressed first," he smirks.

"Okay. Meet you down stairs?"

"No, I'll just come to your room if that's alright Blake."

"Yeah, that's fine," I nod and turn to shower. The shards of glass and the rug that had been there weren't any longer. Jason or Elizabeth must've taken care of that at some point. Probably Jason since I didn't want Elizabeth around me per se last night. Hell, I didn't even want Jason to be around me last night, but the aftermath was kind of helpful when he did show up.

I showered quickly and dried my hair with the towel wrapped around me. I walked out and into my closet and threw on the most simple outfit I could find. It was hard too because the trashed my clothes that I had before. I was now wearing black dress pants that fit like skinny jeans, a silver shirt that shimmered and stopped on my shoulder, a black jacket, and silver heels. After slipping on my heels, I turn and smack into Jason just outside of my closet door.

"You must stop knocking me down when we're alone! That's twice now within the last twenty four hours," I glare at him and he extends his hand. I could tell he was trying to hold in his laughter.

"Stop bumping into me then," he says with a crooked smile. How does he do this cool and easy thing? It was so confusing to me.

"Stop waiting around corners where I'm bound to bump into you because I either don't see you or I see you too late. Serious creeper issues!" I felt like sticking my tongue out, but it was way to childish.

"I have major creeper issues," he winks and smirks like he has a secret. "I was just enjoying the show. I saw everything."

I gasp. "You didn't!" I narrow my eyes at him. There was no way, that would be crossing a line.

"No. I did see you topless though," he smirks. "And bent over."

"Yeah, you're definitely a guy. That much I know of boys our age."

"Hey, you can't blame me for looking at something this good looking. It's just so tempting," he smiles down at me.

"You know how tempting it is to kick your ass?" I smile sweetly. "I think we both know I can take you down."

"I'm sure you can," he smiles, but not one of the disbelieving ones, one of the agreement smiles.

"Damn right I can!" Okay, so relaxing with him wasn't too hard, it was the groups of people I had some trouble with.

"Shall we go?" He asks, holding out his elbow for me to take.

"Yes my dear sir, we shall," I smile.

"There you go. You're relaxing and acting like a somewhat normal teenage girl," he smiles. "You'd be completely normal if you were all over me though."

"The temptation to kick your ass suddenly got unbarringly strong. I don't know how much longer I can hold back," I say, tightening my grip on his arm.

"Ow ow ow ow ow! Okay, I'll stop with the crude remarks... for now. Just please loosen your grip woman!"

"Okay, but just remember that is a constant standing thing. If it gets too crude... well, let's just say, you would be in some serious pain my dear friend."

"I think I got the message," he smiles.

"Good and you'll do good to remember that," I threaten.

"Awe, how cute! If I didn't know how serious you were, I would laugh and pinch your cheeks," he says.

"Glad you know that I'm not joking then."

~~

"Okay, so I assume you can play this game?" He asks. We had just entered the arcade and he bought tokens for the machines and led me to a shooting game.

"You're joking right?" I ask. Out of all of the games, it had to be a gun game.

"Not at all. We're going against each other," he smiles and hands me one of the guns and picks up the other one.

"Okay, this should be fun," I murmur sarcastically.

"Okay, let's start the game."

He starts it and the screen is split in half. The one to the left is mine and the one to the right is his. We are some military personnel and we are gunning anything in sight. Everything we aim at we hit. Then our challenge was to find and kill each other. I sneak up on him and he looked at my screen just about then, but it was too late for him to kill me first. I shot and the game over sign came up.

I jumped up and pointed at him. "I beat your ass at this game. Who's bad now?"

"Okay, you were a little sneak!" He says, narrowing his eyes at me and scowling.

"No, I just know how to play the game is all," I smile sweetly.

"Fine, let's go play a game I know I can win at," he grabs my hand and drags me to two identical Ducati bikes that are attached to some weird contraption that allows them to move.

"A driving game, eh?" I ask.

"Yep because I know that you don't drive much and I have a bike." His smile is triumphant.

"Oh, so you're going for unfair disadvantage to win?" I raise my eyebrow at him.

"Well if you want to put it like that, then yes."

"I'm glad that you didn't deny it," I laugh.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get on the bike!" He motions and climbs his own. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," I murmur. He started it and breezed through the game and I... well I didn't.

"You did better than I thought you would, but you still recked quite a bit. I guess we're not all good at everything," he smirks. Then, when he saw some other game, he drug me to it. Skate boarding? Really? Piece of cake!

"Really?" I glare at him.

"Just get on the board Reid!"

"Fine, I'll get on the board," I sigh. He was reading these as signs that he would win at this one again.

"I'm ready to kick your butt again Reid," he smiles as it gives us the instructions. Jump to get over something and lean to go to either side. Pretty much just the basics. The game starts and I quickly get ahead of him. I would still have my skate board if I wouldn't have been for the fact I broke it almost a month ago. I ended up beating him by a considerable amount.

"Hmm, it looks like I kicked your butt," I smile.

"You have a skate board, don't you?" He asks.

"No," I say.

"Are you sure?" He narrows his eyes.

"Yeah. I use to have one, but I broke it almost a month ago. No need to go into how though..." I waved a dismissive hand.

"You said you didn't have one," he points out.

"I don't. I had one, but I don't have one any longer," I pointed out as well.

"I don't see any other game that we wouldn't be evenly matched with. Do you want to get something to eat?" He asks.

"Uh, sure. Can we just go to a pizza place of something? Nothing fancy, though."

"Yeah, of course we can. Pizza Hut sound good?"

"That's fine."

~~

"That was some good pizza," Jason says, leaning back in his chair.

"Indeed it was," I smile at the look on his face.

"What shall we do now?"

"How about ice cream?" I ask, brightly.

"Really? Ice cream?" He laughs.

"Hey, as I child I rarely went for ice cream. This is one thing that I definitely want to do!" I kick him under the table, but not too hard.

"Okay, okay! No need to get violent! We can go for ice cream. Come on," he jumps up.

"Then can we just go back home? We've done so much today and now I'm full and tired."

"Sure thing Blake," he smiles. I follow him to the car and we drive to an ice cream shop. We both just get plain vanilla, but he adds some crushed up Oreo as I topping and I get some crumbled heath bar on mine.

"Thanks Jason. This ice cream made this whole day perfect," I smile brightly and eat the ice cream off of the spoon.

"It's no problem Blake. I really had a near perfect day with you," he smiles back.

"Near perfect?" I ask.

"I was hoping you wouldn't catch that," he laughs.

"Why?" I ask, mystified.

"I don't know... so you wouldn't ask why it was only near perfect," he shrugs.

"I was wondering why. My day was perfect. The best I can remember having in a very long time," I tell him.

"I would have to agree with you, but... there's one thing I didn't get to do today yet."

"What would that be?" I lick the ice cream from my lip and look up at him.

"Well..."

"Just tell me!"

"I want to kiss you Blake. I know that you probably don't want to, but I've liked you for awhile. Not just since yesterday, but for awhile now. You remember when we first met six years ago? Well, I immediately had a crush. Last night and today seemed to make it worse. I hope I didn't just make you uncomfortable..." he looks down.

"No, it's fine. I like you, I really do, but I'm not ready for anything like that yet. I've always been closed off and deprived of normality. I'll get there one day I hope and if you're just patient with me, I'll eventually feel comfortable with myself and others and will be able to kiss you. I really really do like you, I swear. But we both know how uncomfortable I am with anything other than loneliness and killing. Just be patient with me okay?" I lightly touch his arm and he looks at me.

"I can wait to kiss you. I just hope one day you can feel one hundred percent the same as I do for you," he smiles sadly. I hug him tightly and he returns the hug firmly.