The Assasination Project

Part Four

Eva's POV

I was woken up by the incessant sound of a machine very close by. It made opening up my eyes even more painful.

The mention of pain had my memories floating in. Me hyperventilating, my decreased breathing, the chest pains, then the fainting.

I finally managed to open my eyes after a few long moments of trying. The first thing that came into my view was the heart monitor that was causing me to get a headache. I then noticed the breathing mask placed over my mouth and nose that I supposed I no longer needed since my breathing seemed stable. Then the Iv tube was the last thing I noticed with the clear liquid flowing through it and into my system.

I placed my hand on the breathing mask to take it of when a throat clearing was heard and I placed it down. I looked to the source to see the face of the person who was the ultimate cause of my panic attack. There on a hospital chair at the far side of the hospital room sat none other than Quince Mavoric himself. Those stunning blue eyes were set on me and his hair looked ruffled. It suited him.

"What...", I began but couldn't say no more because of the mask and the soreness of my throat.

He started making his way towards me slowly and steadily. Each step he drew nearer, I could feel the air going thinner yet I was wearing the mask.

"I honestly didn't see you as the type to have panic attacks like that. If I had known, then I wouldn't have bothered to take your sister in the first place"

"Why...", I tried to speak once more. It seemed he had caught on to what I was trying to say though. I was going to ask him why he took her.

"Because sweetheart, I have things to do concerning that snail, and you're the only obstacle in my way", he poured a glass of water and handed it to me. I hesitantly took it and lifted the mask before gulping it down. The liquid ran down my throat, lubricating it, and decreasing the soreness almost instantly.

I knew he had ulterior motifs concerning the snail. That thing wasn't even in the zoo yet and already it was proving to be an issues for me.

"Why bring my family into this? Especially my little sister? Your business is with me, not them", I said to his face when I was sure I had gotten my voice back.

"Well, whatever concerns you, should concern them", he ran a finger down the side of my cheeks sending shivers all through my system. "Too bad, you are a gorgeous site." What was that meant to mean? Did he plan to do something to me? Or was it just a compliment?

He lifted my chin so that I was looking into his blue sparkling orbs but said nothing.

"Is she awake yet?", the voice of Nancy sounded as the door to the hospital room opened up.

I looked at her to see she was now lifting her gaze of the floor and when she caught site of Quince and I's position, I swear I saw her start blushing.

She quickly averted her gaze and muttered, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything".

"No you're not", I told her and slapped Quince's strong hand away form my chin before glaring at him. He giggled a little before heading towards the door. That laugh that sounded to hot to be true.

"See you ladies later", he told us while sending us a mesmerizing smile and walking out the door.

"I hope he doesn't", I stated solemnly. I didn't want anything to happen to my family because of Quince. After seeing what he did today, and after his little threat, I don't think he should be taken lightly.

"What? Why?" Nancy inquired of me with a raised eyebrow.

"What do you mean 'why'? Did you not see he was the one who had taken Azzy?", I told her. I was beginning to get confused here.

"Well, that's because he's your boyfriend. You've been holding out on us. That's why you didn't want to take Azzy just yet", she said as though coming to realization, "You want to marry him before you adopt her. It makes sense now!" Nancy blabbered on.

But I was shocked to say the least. Boyfriend? Marry him? My head is spinning.

"Nancy, what are you talking about?" I asked with wide eyes as I looked at her.

"He said he was your boyfriend", she stated simply as though she didn't see my reaction.

That evil conniving son of snake! He told her he was my boyfriend! What the hell  is he aiming at?

"Nancy, listen to me. I need you to stay away from him", I told her and she seemed to now have noticed my worry. Her eyebrows creasing together.

"Is something wrong? Did you two have a fight?" she enquired. A fight? We weren't even a couple!

"Nancy he isn't even my boyfriend", I told her calmly although I wanted to scream it out the rooftops.

"But he told us..."

"I only met the guy today!" every feature of hers instantly turned to one of worry.

"What is going on Eva?" her jade green eyes willed me to explain to her the truth and I was only to glad to do that.

"Long story short, the zoo is getting a rare and poisonous snail and he wants it. He claimed at first that it was to make a cure for the poison, but I told him I couldn't give it to him. Then he kidnaped Azzy and well, you know from there", I explained as briefly as I could.

"Thank god Azzy's fine...for now. But she thinks he's your boyfriend and seems fond of him. We can't risk telling her the truth", Nancy told me and no sooner had the door opened up to reveal the little devil herself.

"Eva!" she screamed joyously as she ran to me.

I lifted her onto the bed and set her down next to me and she put her little arms around me in a tight hug.

"You scared me", she stated as she pulled away and I saw a lone tear slip from her eye as she pouted those little lips. The site was a sad one and I wanted to cry myself.

"I'm sorry", I apologized to her. I couldn't imagine what it must have been like to be five years old and seeing your older sister just drop on the floor. It must have been a terrifying experience for her, especially since she considered me her mom.

I remembered when I was as little as her and had to live seeing my mom go through cancer until her last breathe. I wouldn't dare scare Azzy like that again, I hope.

"Promise you won't do that again", she stuck out her pinky finger for us to pinky promise. But there was honestly no assuring that it wouldn't happen again.

"Promise", despite everything that could possibly go wrong in this, I took her pinky finger in mines and then broke the knot, finalizing our promise.