The Assassin's Kryptonite

Kelly

“W-What…. What did you just say?”

I asked him, unblinking. I heard him loud and clear, but I needed him to repeat it because I was hoping I heard wrong.

“I was trained to kill.”

I knew that I should’ve run when he said those words. I knew because that’s what a sane person would do. That’s what I would do if someone said this to me a month ago. That’s what I would do if it’s not Trevor Helios who just said those words right now. That’s what I would do. Run. Run as fast as I can.

But maybe I was the dumbest human on the island that day that my feet couldn’t seem to find the strength to move. I couldn’t find the strength to walk away.

Instead, I was there, staring at him and waiting for something to happen so I could finally move.

“W-What? I-I d-don’t understand… what?” I was a stuttering mess who couldn’t seem to compose a simple sentence. I was there trying to think and there’s just nothing on my mind. There’s literally nothing.

“I’m an assassin, Camille. License to kill, what don’t you understand?” he exclaimed looking in my eyes like he’s talking to a child.

“N-No…. I must be…. I must just be hearing things,” I exclaimed, shaking my head so fast that I felt dizzy for a second. “Yeah… that must be it, I’m so hungry that I’m already hearing things,” I tried convincing myself.

When I suspected him of being involved in my kidnapping, I told myself that he’s a bad person. I told myself repeatedly that he’s bad news and if I don’t walk away from him, I would end up devastated. I made myself believe that he’s a bad person. But a killer? An assassin? No. I must really be just hearing things.

“Camille listens,” I was startled when he suddenly held my shoulders. I immediately shook his hands just so I could get away from him.

“D-Don’t touch me. Just please don’t,” I exclaimed, not looking him in the eye.

“Camille please. Yes. I am an assassin. You heard that right, but I never intended on hurting you,” he tried to explain.

“You don’t intend to hurt me, but you did hurt other people, right?” I gathered all my strength and looked him in the eye as I asked him the question.

He didn’t answer. I waited for him to speak but his mouth just remained open. And then he averted his gaze, and I knew. He’s an assassin. He’s a bad person. He kills people and I must be really crazy if I think that he wouldn’t dare to hurt me.

Who am I to him anyway? Just a stranger who happens to be in the same house with him. just a target. Just a job. I’m that for him.

“So, you did hurt other people….”

“It’s my job,” he exclaimed, almost inaudible, but I was still able to hear it.

“It’s your job?” I exclaimed, shaking my head. Wow, he’s really not the person I knew. Well, this just proves that I don’t know him enough. And that makes me stupider because I fell in love with a total stranger who happens to kill people for a living.

“It’s your job Trevor? Can you hear yourself? You kill people for a living! You take away a loved one! You kill someone’s father! Someone’s mother! Someone’s family for Pete’s sake and you’re telling me it’s a job?! You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“I’m sorry….” He whispered. And that made me even angrier. He’s saying sorry because he has nothing to refute whatever I’m throwing at him. He's saying sorry because he already accepted everything. It’s like he didn’t even regret whatever he did!

“You’re sorry?” I exclaimed, tears pooling in my eyes. “You should be. You should be sorry! You should be sorry because you’re right here telling me you’d take care of me and yet you’ve hurt other people! You should be sorry because you said you won’t hurt me! But how could I believe that, huh? How could I f*****g believe whatever comes out of that f*****g mouth of yours?! You’re a f*****g liar Trevor!”

“I’m sorry Camille….”

“Is that all you can say? Really? That’s all you can say after fooling me for a month?! That’s all you can say after making me believe that you really care about me.  That’s all you can say after kissing me and making my feet his way?! That’s it?! Are you freaking kidding me? I hate you!”

I can’t help but break down again. how…. How did this happen to me? How did I come all the way here?

“I’m sorry Camille. I’m terribly sorry for everything.”

“You should be. You should be,” I exclaimed sobbing.

I don’t know where to go from here. I don’t know what to do next. I just know that I had to get away from him as soon as possible but I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to stay away from him. and that makes me hate myself because even after all the revelation he just told me, I still have a part of me that believes that somehow, the Trevor Helios that I’ve known is still there.

There’s still a part of me that strongly believes that even after this, we still have a chance. We still have a chance to make things right. we still have a chance to be normal. But the rational part of my brain keeps on waking me up from all the fantasy that is playing on my head.

The rational part of me knows that there’s no going back after this.

“Where are you going?” he asked once again when I began to walk towards the forest.

“Just please let me go…. I’m so tired so please, just let me go.”

“I can’t. I can’t Camille and I’m sorry.”

“Why?” I asked but he didn’t answer. “Why?” I repeatedly asked him. “you’re ordered to keep me here,” I concluded. Of course, what else is right? He's here because he’s ordered to do so.

“What? Am I right? you’re just here because you need to keep me in that mansion, right?”

“It’s dangerous in the forest. You’re much safer inside the mansion.”

“But I don’t feel safe Trevor! I don’t feel safe because you just told me you’re a killer! You just told me that you were trained to kill? So how could I be much safer inside the mansion where you are? Huh?!”

“I’ll sleep outside. Just please stay in the mansion,” he insisted on looking at me.

“No. I’m getting out of this island no matter what happens. I’m getting out of here with or without your help,” I exclaimed as I walked past him. but he immediately grabbed my hand.

“Don’t touch me! I said don’t touch me!” I shouted as I grabbed my hand back.

“You can’t get out of this island Camille,” he suddenly exclaimed which made my anger rise through the roof.

“What do you mean?” I asked nervously. When I heard the tone of his voice, I knew whatever he’s saying is not a joke. And it made me frustrated like crazy.

“We’re not alone on this island.”

“What?!”

“We're not alone on the island.”

“What do you mean? You said… you said before, right? you told me before that we’re alone…” I exclaimed but then I remembered that everything was just a lie. “Huh,” I scoffed. “Of course, you lied to me. What did I expect right?” I exclaimed, shaking my head.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry!” I can’t help but raise my voice at him. I’m just so pissed. I’m so pissed about the lies. All the lies! I can’t even distinguish what’s real anymore! The only thing that I want to be not real now is the fact that I was kidnapped and stuck on this island! I just want all of this to be a bad dream that I can wake up in the morning to.

“Stop saying sorry because you’re sorry you cannot do anything about my situation right now! Your sorry cant heals the pain I’m feeling! Do you understand? Stop saying sorry just so you can feel better about what you’ve done to me! You don’t get to do that! You don’t get to feel better when I feel like a f*****g crap!”

“I’m sorr--”

“Shut up!”

We were silent for a good five minutes. I don’t know what to think right now. All I have and all I have planned is to walk and walk into the forest hoping to find a way to get out of here. I know it’s a dumb and stupid plan but that’s all I got. That’s really all I have.

But now I can’t have that too. Because apparently, we’re not alone here. And I assumed that we’re being watched as well.

“Those… those who are on this island…. They’re the one who kidnapped me?” I ask, not in my element anymore.

“Yes,” he answered.

“Where are they?”

“I don’t know.”

“How can you not f*****g know?!”

“I really don’t know. They communicate with me using a walkie talkie. They give me supplies by bringing it to the mansion. That’s it. I don’t even get to see their faces except for Kelly.”

“Who’s Kelly?” I asked curiously.

“She’s the one who gave me the tampons,” he answered.

“She’s with you? She’s on the kidnapping as well?” I eagerly asked eagerly for his answers.

“Yes. She’s in the mafia too.”

“How do you know her? You said you don’t know who the members of the mafia were?”

“I don’t know the boss, but I do know some of the members and Kelly has been with me since I was a child.”

“She’s your sister?”

“No.”

“Then she’s your what?”

“She was with me when we were sold to the mafia.”

What he said made me blink twice.

“What? What did you just say?”

“We were both bought by the mafia. I’ve known her since I can’t remember when.”

“You were sold?” I can’t believe what I just heard.

“Child trafficking? Where are your parents?” I asked curiously but I already knew I hit the wrong spot the moment I asked the question because I saw how his face turned from being rock hard to solemn.

“I can’t remember them. I just knew I was bought when I was five and I have been training since then.”

“Training? To… kill?”

“Yes,” he answered without a beat.

I always knew there was something about Trevor that I can’t exactly pinpoint too. There’s something odd about him. It's like he lacks so much social skills. And he can’t read my expressions well. He’s like a robot. Especially the first week I was here. I just started to see some changes a few weeks back.

He’s always been cold. And now I know why.