Chapter 7

Chapter 7

*THREE WEEKS LATER*

It’s been three weeks since we came to New York. So we got to know our way around the city. Ryan and I seemed to be spending every day together and learned new things about each other. Most of these things seemed familiar. We also got in a couple of hours training for the upcoming fights we would be having at the NYC headquarters. We got to know how rude the people were. We learned that it was crazy traffic for ten hours of the day. We didn’t receive a phone call yet.

*SOMETIME LATER THAT DAY*

All of a sudden everything was in slow motion. The agency called and told us to do kill some guy named Austin Flinch. But something had gone terribly wrong. I heard three gun shots. When I heard Ryan moan I thought it was a hallucination but as I turned around I heard the final gun shot and saw Ryan on the ground. I ran over to him in the dark alley. Austin and his ‘buddies’ ran off

“No you can’t die on me, I love you Ryan! Please!” I hugged Ryan’s lifeless body close to me rocking back and forth. Three police men surrounded me, but no one was behind me. One of them pulled out handcuffs and tried to break my hold on Ryan’s body. My hands were frozen in place; I wouldn’t budge. If I left Ryan here alone he wouldn’t have a funeral. His family who probably thinks he’s dead already unless he left a note. If I left him here he would decompose in the rain. His remains would be washed away. I loved him so much that I wanted to die too. I grabbed the silver knife the layed near me on the ground. I tried to stab myself. I wouldn’t do it. It was a suicide gone wrong.

“Kill me! Someone please kill me!”

I felt the knife disappear from my hands. I felt the sharp point of the knife enter my back. As the tip egressed out of my stomach I looked down and saw start to drip. It started to collect and pool on the ground below me.