Young and Deadly

Chapter Eight

Elizabeth and I chatted in the kitchen for about half an hour. By the time I had eaten five full plates- finishing off all of the left over’s- and three slices of pie and ice-cream, I was ready to get out of my dress and work out.

"I'm going to go work out now Elizabeth. May I have a few bottles of water?" I ask as I am cleaning my dishes.

"Sure thing honey. I'm glad to see you enjoyed my dinner," she smiles and goes to grab a few bottles of water. "Here you go," she sets them beside me. "I'm going to bed now. Good night sweetie."

"Good night Elizabeth," I smile at her as warmly as I can and she heads off to bed.

I finish the dishes quickly and remove my shoes to carry them up the stairs. I've become used to moving in this dress, although it was still difficult with how the dress hugged my legs to walk up the stairs. Hell, making it up two flights of stairs to the third floor was a work out in itself, but not as extremely efficient as an actual work out. I quickly change into some 'booty' shorts and a tank top. Placing my iPod touch in the dock I found some motivational songs, but made it background music so that I don't wake Elizabeth or Jason.

I start out with stretching and then remove my iPod from the dock and grab my earphones, heading outside to the back yard. The wind was blowing, making the night air cold, but I had been in worse situations so I really didn't mind. I made sure to lose myself in my work out and I definitely managed to do just that.

I noticed light begin to creep over the horizon. Glancing quickly at my iPod, I notice it's approaching five. I guess I should probably head to bed and get some rest before the no doubt stressful meeting I'll be subjected to at one thirty.

Heading up the stairs, I heard music from Jason's room. Well he was obviously up.

I needed a shower so I rushed up to my room to shower quickly and get some rest. In my bathroom, I looked at my new mirror. Obviously I had to tell Elizabeth about it at some point. Thankfully, she didn't ask questions about it, just got repairmen in to fix it.

I showered quickly, throwing on a pair of pajama pants and a tank top. I lay in bed for a while before finally being able to fall asleep.

~*~*~*~*

I woke about four hours later at just a little past ten. I surprisingly felt well rested despite my lack of sleep all week. I changed into a simple pair of white skinny jeans and a black fitted top with matching flats. I could feel the pain from the heels I wore yesterday so I didn't feel like wearing more heels today.

I found a light, black, designer jacket and pulled it on. I quickly yanked a brush through my blonde hair. Before heading down, I grabbed two knives and tucked them in my jacket, then decided it would be a good idea to take my gun too. So, grabbing my one gun holster that was thankfully black, I slung it over my shoulders after removing my jacket and placed my Glock into the holster. I hoist my jacket back on and head down for something to eat.

"... back." Jason says.

"No Jason, that's not good." I hear Elizabeth gasp and I round the corner to the living area.

"Good afternoon Elizabeth... Jason," I mumble, slightly tired now.

"Good afternoon Blake," Elizabeth chirps and I barely hear Jason mutter the same thing. When is he going to stop this? It really is pointless in my opinion.

"I'm going to go out and grab a bite to eat somewhere, then off to meet Georgette." I grab my clutch from last night and transfer my stuff to a small black purse I left hanging on the hook by the front door.

"Okay darling. Be careful will you?" Elizabeth says in a sort of worried tone of voice.

"I'm fine," I say, opening my jacket to reveal the hilts of both knives and the bulk of the gun in the holster. "I'm not bad at what I do, I've seen a lot... done a lot."

"I really don't approve of you teens having weapons, but it's not my place." Elizabeth shakes her head in disapproval.

"Don't worry! I'm one of the best at this. I've done this for way too long and I've never harmed myself. I'm a pro at this Elizabeth, no need to worry about me," I reassure her.

"Just please be safe deary. I worry," she purses her lips in worry.

"I will Elizabeth, I promise. I'll be back sometime tonight since I have no idea what this meeting is about." I wave to her and leave the house taking the car that Jason and I share.

~*~*~*~*

Half an hour later, I am riding up the elevator inside the Space Needle. I figure that I might as well dine up here until it's time for me to meet Georgette.

It's surprisingly busy up here so I have to wait another half hour before I can be seated at a table. So while I wait, I survey my surroundings and feel out of place here. No one seems suspicious, but everyone is dressed in impeccable clothing. I feel underdressed.

To distract myself, I head toward the window and look out at the sky then down below. This place has always been my home, but I've never been a part of it. Sure this is where I was born and raised, thus making it my home, but it has never felt like much of a home.

My whole life has been nothing but darkness and death. For someone approaching her eighteenth birthday, this has been too much stuff to witness and do. On the bright side, it gets rid of the scum who taint this world like my father. Still, that doesn't make it feel any better to look at it that way. No matter what, I will always know that death and destruction follows in my path, even when I am done with this life. Hell, if I do get out of this life. For all I know, I could be at this meeting to find out they aren't letting me go.

I continue to stare out over Seattle for what seems like hours, just thinking about how my life has been and how it could have been.

"Miss Reid, we have your table," a young woman taps my shoulder and I spin around, reaching for the gun. I can see I've scared her, but I at least didn't finish drawing my gun from its holster; that would have been bad.

"Thanks and sorry to startle you," I give her a small smile and apologize.

"It's no worry Miss Reid," she assures. "Now let's get you seated."

The table she leads me to is on the outskirts of the others. Thank heavens for that one; Georgette will be happy with this mostly private table. The young blonde haired woman, Joan by her name tag, sets down a menu.

"What would you like to drink?" She asks, pulling out a tab and pen.

"A sprite if you will."

"Okay, I'll have that for you shortly. Please just let me know when you are ready to order." With that the blonde hair waitress scurries away.

~*~*~*~*

I've just finished with my food when I feel the need to look up. There stands a young business man, maybe twenty-one, looking at me. Once he sees I've met his eyes, he approaches. I immediately lower my hands to where my knifes rested, threatened by the unfamiliar mans approach.

"Blake Reid?" He asks, one hand casually tucked into his grey dress pant pocket. He was about six foot, floppy black hair that fell short of his teal eyes, a strong jaw line, and well defined muscles, wore grey dress jeans that was paired with an expensive purple cotton button up, and well polished black dress shoes. The first two buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned and his sleeves were rolled up revealing his forearms.

My eyes narrow in on him. "Yes?" I draw out, hesitant.

He plops down in front of me and extends his hand. How elegant, I think sarcastically. It contains an envelope that I don't take so he sets it on the table in front of me. "I'm going to be handling you from here on in."

Handling me? What the hell does that mean? Was he some kind of sick pervert? "'Handling me'? I'm sorry, but I'm not of legal age and you won't be able to handle me," I try not to snap. He has no idea who I am and what I could even do. Sure he knows my name, but that doesn't mean s**t.

"Blake, Georgette sent me. Just read the letter and I'm sure you'll understand," he motions to the envelope. "And would you please remove your hands from your knives? I'm not some kind of pedophile. I've just turned twenty and you're eighteen in a week."

This mans knowledge was a bit extensive so I decided he might be telling the truth. "Don't make any sort of move or so help me to God, I will castrate you in front of all these people," I growl. He smirks and I just want to remove that smirk. It would be so easy too, but I decide against anything too rash. Instead, I settle for a nice hard kick to the shin. He makes an 'ohmf' sort of noise and grabs his leg in pain. There, the smirk is gone and replaced with a glare. I liked the look of that better.

One glance at the man in front of me, whose name I don't know, and rip the envelope open with my name elegantly written on it.

Dear Miss Blake Reid,

I'm sorry for not being able to meet you today. I had something come up and was unable to arrive at our arranged time. All that was going to be said today any how is that Jason will be leaving promptly. He's not doing much at the moment and you can handle yourself. We're in a bit of need for a young, talented male at the moment and Jason is only there to provide help if it was needed. It is more than clear to the agency and I that you are capable of handling yourself. We would just leave you to do your job, but sadly, it's a bit big for you not to have some sort of experienced support. Dean Forester- the young man delivering this to you- will be your handler for the remainder of your assignment. He's been hired on as your teacher. Sorry to be replacing Jason, but he is needed more here. Dean will be moving in promptly.

From the Agency of YTA.

Georgette Peterson

I look up from the letter, shocked. Jason won't be there any longer. How was I going to tell everyone he wasn't going to be back? I suppose I'll figure that out when it comes down to it. Then there was the matter of having a God damn handler! I was more than capable to take care of myself! "It's a pleasure to be working with such a skilled young lady," Dean smiled at me and extended his hand to me. Reluctantly, I took his surprisingly soft hand in to my own.

"I'm sure this will be an interesting experience for the both of us," I smile. He looks so innocent. Probably one of those posh body guards. They were such wimps and I knew I was ten times better than he was. "Oh Dean, this is going to be fun."

I know it's not his fault I was assigned a handler, but I was going to challenge him. He had no idea what I was going to unleash on his sorry ass. I just hope that he's at least in shape enough to keep up with me. Sure he looked it, but that can all be weight building. What he's going to need is stamina and fast reflexes. Well at least he'll spare with me, Jason absolutely refused since his confession. Dean was going to have no choice and I knew it was going to be so much fun.