The Assassin's Kryptonite

Monster

“Camille…. Let’s go inside.”

He must have been repeatedly saying that for the last five minutes since it started to rain. I knew I was getting soaked by the rain and I knew I shouldn’t be sick.

Today, tomorrow and all the days I’m in this f*****g island, I know that I shouldn’t be sick. But what can I do when my feet seem to forget how to move, and my mouth seems to forget how to talk? What can I do when I feel so weak that I can't do anything?

My tears stopped already. It feels like even my eyes are already tired. My heart is tired, and my brain is tired because I just couldn’t think of anything. Scratch that, I couldn’t think of any solution to all of my problems.

I have a lot. There were so many that I couldn’t seem to know how to get through everything.

“Camille… let’s just please go inside,” Trevor said once again.

Finally, I was able to look at him. He's getting rained on as well. Why can’t he just go inside and leave me here? Why can’t he just leave me alone?

“f**k it. I’m taking you inside,” I heard him say before I felt him carry me off the ground. We were inside the mansion not a minute after and he carried me into the bathroom.

“I’ll get your clothes, you should take a bath,” he exclaimed before closing the door.

He’s an orphan…. he must have suffered a lot. But he’s also a killer. And he must be still lying to you Camille.

I don’t know what to do.

Oh god I don’t know what to do.

I was dumbfounded as I sat on the cold bathroom floor. I thought I was in a trance, and I would stay there if not for Trevor who knocked on the door.

“I have your clothes,” he exclaimed as I immediately opened the door, got my clothes, and closed it again.

When I started sneezing, I knew I should take a bath quickly, so I did. After changing into dry clothes, I immediately went to the bedroom. Trevor wasn’t there. Thank God.

I slumped into the bed as I sulked in the reality that I’m not getting out of here any sooner.

As I was slowly drowning in my thoughts, I heard the door open.

“Let’s talk,” he exclaimed as he sat on the bed. With little to no energy left, I sat beside him.

“What do you want to know?” He asked me if he had this firm expression on his face.

So… this is it, Camille. He’s letting you ask him questions. But why can’t I think of any. I feel so drained that I can’t think of any.

“Camille,” he called me to get my attention. “I said what do you want to know?” he repeated.

“I…… I don’t know,” I whispered, putting my feet up on the bed so I can hug my legs to my chest. I looked at him as he stared back. I can’t read the expression on his face. But I guess he can’t also read mine because even I myself don’t know what I’m feeling. I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel.

“My full name is Trevor Helios Saavedra,” he began talking. “I don’t know if that’s my real name because I can’t remember anything when I was sold to the mafia. One of the members just gave me that name. it’s nothing actually. I don’t exist, that name is just for them to have something to address me with, but I don’t exist. Not really,” he added as he chuckled dryly.

“I guess I won’t have to ask for your real name because I know that you’re Camille Louella Herrera Montellano, the heiress of the Montellano Petroleum & Chemical Corporation,” he stated plainly like he’s reading my name and my identity in some sort of script.

“How did you know my name?” I asked just so I could be involved in the conversation.

“They gave me your profile,” he answered briefly.

“Profile?” I asked even though there’s already an idea forming in my brain about what he’s talking about.

“Yes, it’s similar to what they give me when I have a target,” he added, which made my insides churned.

“What?” I exclaimed, holding my mouth because I’m feeling the need to puke.

“They give me the profiles of the people I need to kill Camille,” he explained, not looking at me. But I can see his eyes and his expression and they’re blank… and dark. “I study them. I sometimes even interact with them just so I can hatch the perfect plan on how to make the murder look like an accident,” he further explained like he was just telling a sad story. With no emotions at all.

“Like what you’re doing with me?” I exclaimed, chuckling because I can’t believe that we’re talking about all of this. “Right? It's like what you’re doing with me.  You’re interacting with me to gain my trust and let you invade my life,” I exclaimed bitterly.

But what made me shed another batch of tears was when he answered.

“Yes.”

I immediately stood up and ran to the bathroom. I kneeled in front of the toilet bowl and puke nothing. Which made it even harder and painful because I’m literally puking nothing but saliva and some liquid which is the grossest thing I’d ever seen in my entire life.

Not even a minute later, I felt Trevor behind me as he gathered my hair so it could be out of my face as I continued to puke.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and I can clearly hear the concern in his voice but it’s not really in my concern to answer him because I feel like I can puke my intestines out and yet there’s just really nothing! Nothing!

After almost five minutes, I finally stopped but I felt so weak, so I leaned on the bathroom wall. Trevor suddenly went out of the bathroom, but I couldn’t even open my mouth to ask where he’s going anymore.

He came back immediately with a bowl of water in his hand. He made me drink and I instantly felt a little better.

“Can you stand?” he asks but I just stare at him. He once again gathered me in his arms as he walked towards the bedroom. He put me into bed and covered me with a blanket.

“How many people have you killed already?” I suddenly asked which startled him. I know that I don’t have the energy to deal with anymore of the bullshits that were in right now, but I just really want to know.

He lowered his gaze as I was still waiting for his answer. “You don’t remember how many?” I asked again.

I just really wanted to know. I want to know because I was hoping that when he already told me how much of a bad person he is, I will finally be able to convince my heart to stop loving him. I was hoping to stop this madness before it could even do irreparable damage to both of us.

I was hoping that when he tells me how much of a bad guy he is, I would finally hate him enough to leave him. I would finally hate him enough to not look back anymore. Because at the rate of things, I’m starting to hate myself more and more.

He already told me about his dark past and yet here I am, the only thing on my mind is the fact that he grew up alone. I can only think about how he didn’t have any parents to guide him. how he was sold to a f*****g mafia. It’s all I can think about and I hate myself for being blind and deaf to all the bad things he did.

“Aren’t you going to answer me?” I asked again when he still didn’t answer.

“Twenty-eight people,” he suddenly answered, which made me burst into tears. Twenty-eight people Camille! He has killed 28 people! Twenty-eight people who could have been parents, siblings, or family to other people! 28!

“Wow,” I exclaimed, shaking my head as I tried hard to wipe my tears. “You’re really a monster.”

“I am,” he exclaimed, not looking at me. “I am a monster Camille, you’re right. But to answer your question a while ago, I won’t hurt you. I might have blood in my hand, but I would never hurt you,” he added.

“How could I ever believe you Trevor? How could I believe you?”

“I know that it’s hard to trust me. You have the right to doubt my existence, my every move. But this is the one thing that I'm sure of Camille. I will never hurt you, not intentionally.”

“You won’t hurt me, but you manage to kill 28 people? How could you…. How could you do that? Those people are family to others…. Those are f*****g people Trevor! How am I different from them huh? How could you say you won’t hurt me when you’ve already hurt them?!”

“Because you’re a good person Camille,” he answered calmly. I don’t understand how he can do that when I’m all tears and all nerves already.

“What?” I exclaimed now sitting on the bed because I can’t take the conversation while lying on the bed anymore. We’re face to face, and both seated on the bed now. “What do you mean?” I added.

“You’re a good person, I don’t kill good people,” he explained but I still couldn’t process the information in my mind. I’m just so confused with everything. He’s an assassin but he doesn’t kill good people.

“What?” I must have said the word a couple of times already, but I just can’t think of anything more to say now.

“I was trained when I was just five years old and I had my first target when I was sixteen,” he started to say. “The target was the consigliere of the enemy clan of the mafia who bought me. His name was Viron Tuscano, and he has sold more kids than his age. I pretended to be one of his house helpers in his mansion and I served him food with magnesium which killed him.”

He narrated with his calm voice while I was just staring wide eyed at him.

“I was trained hard but when I was given that first job, that first target, I refused. I refused and I was beaten so badly I needed to get stitches on my face. But then Kelly made me read his profile and I knew I had to kill him. if being a monster means I get to kill other monsters then so be it.”