Chapter 2: Where are my weapons?!?

/Songs for the Chapter:

Nightcore – Angel with a Shotgun

Nightcore – Welcome to my house/

After school I waited for Dylan and as always he's with another of those bimbos! Haaght and today it's Lorena the most popular girl in school. A lot of body but 0 brains.

"Dylan...." I cursed under my breath after I saw him,

"Hi Jared!" Pured Lorena, literally purred like a cat!

Dylan on the other hand let's her go and walks towards me then he pats my shoulder, "let's go," he whispered, "she's to clingy."

We walk into the bus and after 5 minutes we didn't expect what came.

....

Lizabeth came in! She lives in the same neighborhood as us!? I don't mean that I don't want her here it's only that the neighborhood is pretty dangerous. Even for us assassins. Why would a vulnerable chick like her live there.

The sat right in front if us! Damn, 

I touched her arm slightly, 'Liz,' I wanted to say, she turned around looking at me with curious eyes.

"Oh, hi Jared. And who's that guy whos looking at me with pervy eye?" She shoots him a dead glare. 

'Oh he's Dylan, ignore ' I wrote on a notebook. I took a quick glance at him and well he was drooling all over her image. I felt weird like a pain in my chest. I don't why. It's not like I like her, 'by the way: where do you live?'

She rose a brow, "Curious dude?" Her voice was low and amused, her blue--ish eyes sparkling beautifully, "your a pervert too huh?" She answered with a smirk. 

Damn, she's really familiar!

THE SILENT ASSASSIN

She got down at 3 stops before me. 

THE SILENT ASSASSIN

I walk inside my sweet, sweet home and find: it clean? Well I mean by the sense of; WHERE ARE ALL MY WEAPONS?!? "MOTHER!" I yell from the staircase

"WHat?" mom asks from the kitchen, oh your guns? there in your room."

"Wh--" She cutted me off before I could've finish my sentence.

"We have visitors kiddo," mom said walking back into the kitchen to cook whatever she was cooking. 

"Hi J. is Jona here?" I hear a voice: Dad's, he's here early. Well usually he would get home at 12 pm. Since he starts working at 2 pm. Well here we go.... "Well he have visitors!" He exclaimed stomping down stairs. "And they're our old friends they came into town yesterday." 

"No dad." Dad had dark blue eyes and jet black hair with 3 gray lines in his black hair. His in his early 40's. While mom has black eyes and mushroom blonde hair and is in her late 30's. The hair reaches her shoulder blades.

"When are they getting here?" I asked since I had allot of homework plus Lizabeth needs to call me. 

"In an hour!" Mom yells for the kitchen, "wear something casual, and hide the weapons that are in your room! and everything that lets them think that we're assassins." Mom demands.

I walk upstairs into my room.

I threw my bag on my bed. I eyed all my weapons, ID's, passports, the assassin uniforms; all of 'em were placed in a secret hole that was under my bed. After 10 minutes working I was done, I walked into my bathroom and took off my clothes. I looked at myself at the long body mirror. Eyeing the semi-fresh scar that started from my right shoulder till my left side of my waist. Terrible memories came to mind from three weeks ago. I shook my head coming back from my daydreaming. I went into the bathroom and letting the water run down my tense body. 

When I was done I wore a pair of black ripped jeans with a black adidas shirt, and a pair of matching shoes. I brushed my hair into my usual style.

I eyed out of my widow and saw two black cars with black windows. There were three men standing next to the cars never letting their guard down. 'who are they?' I thought.

I walked down stairs exactly when the bell rang. I speedwalked to the door where mom and dad opened the door smiled widely.

I saw a very tall man about 6.4 and a very short woman from 5.5. 

"Halo Patricia and John!" Exclaimed mom pulling 'Patricia' into a bear hug. It looked as if she hugged a 10 year old. After hugging Patricia to death: "So where's my little Lizabeth? Is she as cute as when I babysat her?" 

Lizabeth?! What the heck?!

"She's right here," Patricia showed the girl, "This is Lizabeth Cristin Amore!" 

Lizabeth had a beautiful black dress that reached her knees, her hair was down. And she had a neutral expression.

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Next Chapter: Meeting the 'Visitors'

~rea