Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3
“Dirty, broken or both?”
Xavier POV
“I’d call this a rat hole.” Daniel said. “But I
think the rats would take offence.”
I rolled my eyes, glaring at him. Okay, my
apartment wasn’t exactly The Ritz, but it had
four walls and a roof. (Yes, they had holes and
they were grimy. Bite me.)
The beauty of this place was that this was a
neighbourhood that literally gave zero fücks
about you. While nobody would come running
if they heard gunshots, at least they didn’t nose
around your business.
Plus, the landlord had thrown in a slightly
clean pillow.
Wasn’t that good enough?
“On second thought, your highness should wait
by the door.” I said, tossing fake IDs into my
backpack. “We wouldn’t want to get them nails
dirty.”
Danny punched my arm. I expected him to say
“I did have them manicured today” by the looks
of them.
I didn’t bother taking the few clothes I had left.
I honestly didn’t care about my stuff here –
everything was dirty, broken or both.
Well, there was one thing I really needed.
Daniel was now examining the broken lamp,
sitting cross legged on the mattress. “Love the
decor. Shîtty is very in this season.”
“Move.” I just said, ignoring him.
“On the upside, you’ll never need wallpaper.
Dust bunnies got you covered.” He said, trying
to unscrew the bulb. “Why should I move-?”
There was a loud shattering of glass as the
only window in my apartment broke.
Coincidentally, the lights gave out, plunging the
neighbourhood into total darkness.
I thought I saw a shadow slip through the
cracked glass into the room. I rubbed my
eyes. I must be imagining things.
“Xavier.” Daniel’s voice was deathly quiet.
“Where are you?”
Shît. I’d forgotten Danny was scared of the
dark.
I kept an eye on the shadow just in case,
moving to where the mattress was on the
other side of the room. It was so still, I
convinced myself it was just a trick of the
light. Nothing more –
A bullet whistled past my ear, leaving another
hole in the wall behind me.
Great. Another gun wielding maniac blowing
holes in my apartment. Because why the fück
not.
“Danny, get down.”
I moved quickly dodging bullet after bullet,
ducking just as I reached him. He seemed to
be plastered to the ground, almost blending
with the mattress. I knew he could see me, so
I just put a finger on my lips.
I took out the pocket blade in my jeans and
ripped the corner of the mattress.
All the while shots echoed around me. By now,
I knew whoever this was hadn’t come prepared
for a blackout. They were just blindly taking
shots.
See, Danny. I thought, smiling. Shîtty is always
stylish if it saves your äss.
A moment later, I found what I was looking for
in the feathery down of the mattress.
Something cold and hard met my fingers.
Palming it, I took out another one.
I smiled as I heard the sound of an empty gun
click.
My turn, cupcake.
Metal sliced through the air and there was a
muffled scream, just as the lights came back
on.
The assassin was pinned to the wall. He was
dressed in black head to toe with a bullet
proof vest and a mask. One of my throwing
blades pierced the fabric over his shoulder.
The other cut through his left leg, leaving a
deep gash.
With a growl, he tugged the blades out. His
eyes were fixed on Daniel who still hadn’t
recovered from the blackout.
He advanced toward him. I stepped in his way,
trying to punch him. He easily avoided it,
drawing a knife. He kicked me in the gut,
s—–g the air out of me.
Wow. I saw stars floating around me. Either I
was way out of practice or this guy was really
good.
I threw a series of jabs and kicks. My
opponent kept dodging me, managing to cut
me more than once.
Soon we were both breathing heavily, and I
saw an opening. I caught his hand and bent it
at an angle. He dropped the knife. I tripped
him up and he fell to floor.
Kicking the knife away, I pinned him to the
ground. Much to my satisfaction, he was trying
not to scream from the pressure on his injured
leg. It was odd how much power he’d packed,
considering he wasn’t as muscular I’d
assumed.
“Who do you work for?” I asked, calmly. I knew
the lines – I’d been through this multiple times.
There was no answer.
“How did you find us?”
Nothing.
“Who are you?”
Nada.
“Look, you better start talking.” I ripped off the
mask. “Before I -”
Forest green eyes stared up at me, wine red
curls spilling all around her on the floor. She
was covered in sweat and her skin was
decorated with bruises. She had a cracked lip
and she spat blood in my face.
I blinked. A girl.
A girl hit me.
I hit a girl.
I’m still straddling the girl.
Well, fück me.
As I just stayed where I was in shock, Daniel
finally chose to come around. He decided he
had to do something about our situation.
The future king calmly got up and hit our
assassin on the head.
With the fücking lamp.
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