[DN] Guns, Blades, Cars, and Video Games [Matt]

Video games. And sitting around. That's what my days consisted of. Bored. So fucking bored. I was used to action packed days of assasinations and near-death experiences. Not this crap. Now the closest thing to excitement I had were these damn video games. Don't get me wrong, having my gnome warlock kick his blood-elf Paladin's ass felt good everytime, but it did get a little old. Well. The playing got old. Kicking his ass on the other hand, never did. I love World of Warcraft.

Lately I'd taken to sulking around because of my boredom. That, or playing with my knives in the room Matt had given me, and putting holes in my walls in the process. He didn't appreciate that too much, but I didn't appreciate being cooped up here alot either. I wonder if he thought of that.

I was bored, until I had a brilliant idea, and sent an email to an associate back near my old head quarters. I only had a two day wait after that. Then I could have some fun again. In fact, if my assumptions were correct Matt could have some fun as well. Those two days ticked by slowly, and he became aware of my anxiousness. Despite knowing he wouldn't get answers, he bombared me with a barrage of questions. I had taken to ignoring him; and killing his paladin when he least expected it.

"Can I get a res. here? Keep getting ganked by a fucking gnome warlock," He mumbled into his microphone while glaring at me across the room. I smiled and waved. He was so my bitch.

I couldn't sleep that night. I had to find a way to get Matt out of the house, and going with me. I needed to do this; I coudln't take it here anymore. And I think he'd appreciate it as well. I sighed. I guess I'd have to do it the usual way. I dozed off with a smile on my lips.

Matt woke up the next morning with his hands and legs bound to his bed posts. I watched his face change as he began to comprehend what was happening. Slowly he turned his head in my direction. I sat in the corner of the room, arms crossed with a smile on my face.

"Sadie," He growled. "You better untie me."

I raised an eyebrow. Or what? He was the one who coudln't move. Not me. Hell. I could to anything I wanted to him. Can someone say rape? Not.

"Untie me. Now."

I shook my head, and continued to watch him patiently. I waited. I knew eventually we'd get around to it. I just didn't know how long it would take. He was pretty fast, actually.

He sighed, plopping his head back on his pillow, "What do you want from me?"

I clapped from my chair. Smart boy.

He raised his head slightly, "So you want something?"

I nodded vigirously.

"What?" He asked, raising his head more. I scoffed. I'm not going to let this not-talking thing drop. No way was I talking. I didn't like him that much. This was all his fault I was here anyways.

"Oh, right. I forgot. You're too fucking stubborn to communicate," He muttered, glaring at me. "Give me a hint at least."

I held up his car keys, watching his eyes widen behind his goggles in horror.

"You can NOT have my car!"

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head again. Although, I did want that car, I didn't want it at the moment. I shook the keys.

"You want to go somewhere?" He asked suspiciously. I gave him a thumbs up. "Where?"

I shook my head to that. It was a surprise. I proceeded to point to myself, and hten to the keys. He groaned.

"You won't tell me, and you want to drive?"

I nodded once. He was catching on.

He pulled at the ties on his wrists, "And the only way for me to get out of this is to okay it? You know I'm going with you, right?"

Again with the nodding.

"It seems I have no choice," He sighed. "Alright. Untie me you little psycho."

I smiled. I always win. Well. When you tie someone to their bed you're garunteed to win. I stood up and walked over to the bed, grateful he was a heavy sleeper, otherwise I woudln't have been able to do this to him. In fact, that technique I was used to using against guys I was going to assasinate when they were awake. You know. Kinky shit. Tie them up to the bed, they think they're getting something. Oh. They get something alright. Usually a knife to the chest.

I froze at the edge of the bed. Just then I had realized what the other part of my restlessness had been. It had been so long. Far too long. I flicked out the switchblade in my hand. I was going to use it to set him free. Now I was thinking about using it for something else. In truth killing wasn't just a job for me; it was an addiction. THere was an adrenaline that came with killing; a power. I couldn't find that feeling any other way. And I hadn't realized how badly I needed it until that moment. Before me was what I needed; an easy kill. I looked down at him, still tied to the bed. Plunging the blade into his heart, right then and there would be so easy. I needed the sight of blood. I needed to know I still had the power to take lives; and this was my opportunity.

"Sadie, what's wrong? You don't look so good," he asked, somehwat hesitantly. I looked down at him emotionlessly. After a moment I crawled on top of him, straddling him at the waist. "Well, I wasn't expecting that but I'm not complaining."

He smiled a little, until he realized I wasn't smiling back. I was looking coldly down at him. It was only then did he seem to noticed the object glinting in my clinched fist. The truth dawned on him then, and I felt him tense below me.

"Put it down, Sadie," He said steadily, keeping his eyes on the blade. "Sadie. You don't want to do this."

I continued to look down at him. But I DID want to do this. I wanted that feeling back. I missed that feeling. I needed it. I had to see his blood pouring out of his body.

"You can't kill me, Sadie."

I glared down at him. I can't, huh? We'll see about that. I ran the tip of my blade along his chest, searching for the point I wanted. I stopped just a little to the right of his breast bone. Got it.

"If you kill me, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

I glanced up at him. Regret. There was alot of stuff I regretted, but I doubted this would be one of them. But, I did want to do something before I killed him. Reaching up, I pulled his goggles off of his eyes, and down around his neck. I looked him dead in his eyes; his absolutely captivating green eyes. I had always wondered what color they were and now I knew. They were a deep shade of green, but not commonplace, or easily forgettable.

"Sadie," I was focused on his eyes. Something reflected in them as he said my name. I wasn't farmiliar with it. "Don't do this. Fight whatever it is. I know you can. If you kill me you'll never let yourself live it down. You know why? Because I spared you. And eventually, that fact would slowly eat away at you. You killed the one person who allowed you to live, for no reason. Could you live with yourself?"

I continued to stare into those eyes. I hadn't moved my little knife from it's position; poised in the spot I had found. Seconds passed, and neither of us moved. Tension hung heavily in the air, as he waited for my next move, and I remained unmoving. I watched the fear dissapate from his green irises, replaced by an angry dissapointment.

"You know what? Do it."

That shocked me. I felt my eyes widen, and it seemed as though someone had just slapped me hard across the face. He just told me to kill him.

"I'm not going to beg for you to spare my life, because I don't see a point. You're cold. You're the perfect definition of a cold-blooded murderer. So my little nightmare, go on and do what you're craving to; stab me. You're the only one of your kind left anyway, how much damage can you do? Kira killed the rest of you. I'm sure he'll catch up to you sooner or later. So do it. Enjoy your fun while it lasts."

Kira. Killed the rest of my kind. The murderers like myself; the most notorious; all dead. I had the single highest amount of murders in the world, and no one knew they were all mine. I had no competition; all the major killers were now deceased. Hitmen like myself existed no more. They were either dead, or quit out of fear of Kira. I stood unknown, and alone in my little corner of the world. My kind were no more. The only thing I had left was this stupid boy; he was the only person who even somewhat understood me. The rest of them were dead. What would I have if I killed him? No one. And nothing but an entire part of the mafia on my tail, probably under the orders of leather-boy. Then my existence would be brought out into the open to Kira. I would become hunted, and eventually die.

My hands were shaking as I pulled myself out of that train of thought, still looking into Matt's eyes. My quivering hands slowly pulled the blade away from his chest; instead I quickly slashed through one of his arm ties, before throwing it across the room. I stumbled off the bed and into the floor as he attempted to untie his arm and legs. My hands, small as they were, were stained with an unseen blood. Countless lives I'd taken, using these two hands. I stared down at my palms and watched a teardrop splatter down into one of them. I then realized the racking sobs I was hearing weren't in my head; they were coming from me.

Clinching my small hands into fists, I found myself viciously pounding on the ground. What was I thinking? I had almost killed someone; just for the hell of it. Someone who had been nothing but kind to me despite my attitude. He had taken me in, after taking away all I had, and nursed me back to health after my almost collapse due to my poor diet. Why had I done that?

Two arms encircled me then, Matt pulled me against his chest as we sat on the floor. I buried my face into his chest, sobbing even harder now. Not only had he done everything else for me, he was comforting me, despite the fact I had just considered taking his life.

"It's over, Sadie. You did it. You fought it," He said from above me. "It'll be alright. I'm not going to leave you, I promise."

I didn't give any sign of a reply, I just stayed there, pressed against his chest and crying. Matt had done a few things then no one else had been able to:

He got me to spare his life, and he completely broke me down.