"So that's how you ended up here?!", Anita asks for the third time. I mentally roll my eyes. I already said yes twice.

It's been three hours since we left the house and Anita has been showing me around town. I figured she loves the color black and pink. She's putting on a pair of black shorts and a black shirt that has a 'fuck you fate' written on it in pink caption.

I think...scratch that!...I know she doesn't give a fuck about what anybody thinks, but that doesn't mean she should go around in flip flops. Did I mention that the flip-flops are of entirely different colors? No? Well, they are! The right foot is black and the left foot is pink. Weird huh?. She is literally obsessed with the colours pink and black.

Like I said she doesn't give two fucks, talk less of one.

Am I zoning out again? I feel like I'm supposed to be listening to something or someone but I can literally feel myself zoning out.

"Hey! Where is your mind?", Anita asks snapping her fingers in my face.

"Nowhere!", I say shaking my head in attempt to bring myself back to the present.

"Jem, it's my fault for trying to talk to you in the first place. Just finish up your ice cream, let me drop you home. I have a kill to make", she says all the while closing her eyes.

"Open your eyes Anita!"

"No, trust me, you do not want to see them"

I finish up my ice cream quickly since ice creams are not meant to be wasted.

"Okay I'm done, let's go now but you'll need to open your..."

I was suddenly cut short by her standing up and leading the way to the car.

Okay, she wants to prove stubborn? Well let's see if she can drive with her eyes closed.

"Fasten your seat belt and shut the fuck up!", she says fiercely once we are seated in the car.

"You have got to open that eyes Anita, I want to die but not in a car accident", I say frantically, slightly panicking.

I don't get why she's being dramatic. I mean I just zoned out a little.

"I said no! Just shut your mouth and let me drive!", she replies yelling, obviously getting angry.
Oh!.
Two can play this game.

I bring out my dagger and place it in her throat threateningly. "If you don't open your eyes and drive this damn car, I won't hesitate to slice you up and wrap up your body as a nice gift package for your dimwit, Dimitri!"

Before I can register anything, I slap myself looking at my hands and trembling.

What the fuck happened?. And how did that just happen?

"You want me to open my eyes, then fine", she says and slowly opens her eyes. I shrink back in fear.

I know I always say I want to be the most feared assassin and what not but right now, Anita's eyes are the scariest things I've ever laid my eyes on.

"You happy now?", she asks tensely.

Her eyes are a flamy blue. Her skin glows more and she seems very angry. What?

Suddenly, the car becomes very hot and stuffy even with the air conditioner. So stuffy that I begin to hyper ventilate.

From my peripheral vision, I see Anita twisting her left hand over the right and the more she twists, the more I seem to be suffocated by someone! And she isn't even touching me.

It's my fault, I shouldn't have forced her to open up her eyes. I would have said sorry but I can't speak. She doesn't even seem to be calming down and if anything, she seems to be even more infuriated.

I must do something and fast. I try hitting the car window but as I reach for it, some kind of force pulls me away. Now I'm doomed, nobody will come to my aid now. Perhaps if the window's pane wasn't tinted, then someone would have seen me and helped me.

All of a sudden, I start to hear a very calming music. It was so soothing and I'd have enjoyed it if I wasn't being strangled to death. But the music seems to calm Anita down. Her eyes gradually return to their normal colors. And I start to feel a sense of relief. I exhale slowly and quietly thank the person who produced such music.

This girl is dangerous by a lot..

I bolt upright again as a knock came from Anita's side of the window. She opens the door and comes down and I was slightly afraid of being locked up, so I come out of the car too and the sight has me gasping.

Dimitri was kissing Anita. Not just a light kiss, but a kiss that spoke millions. It was passionate and desperate and I was happy for them.

"Were you the one who played that music?", I ask so that they'll realize they are in public and break the kiss.

But my plan failed as Dimitri just raises his hand and gives me a thumbs up sign.

"What instrument was that by the way?", I try again.

He raises his other hand and shows me the flute he was using to play the music.

I guess he is the only one who can calm her down. I sigh and just as I was about to enter the car, Dimitri throws the car keys to me. "Drive", was all he said. How can just one word contain so much dexterity and authority?

I didn't need to be told twice as I take my position and fasten my seat belt. I see him carry Anita bridal style as she seems to be suddenly asleep.

"Is she asleep?", I ask
"No, she passed out!", he says not even sparing me a glance.

"Passed out? But why?"

"Just shut up already! It's because of you she passed out. She was mad, terribly mad. She could have killed you today you know? I felt the anger through the bond and it hurt. I used the pain to track you guys. And viola, here I am!", Dimitri says yelling.

He is in pain. He's hurting because Anita is hurt and this is all my fault! A lone tear falls from my eyes and I brush it off immediately.

"I'm sorry", I say roaring the engine back to life.

"It's not your fault Jem", he says.

What is this dude trying to say? First he says it's my fault and now that I apologize he's saying it's not my fault? But I don't say anything as I keep mute and allow him talk.

"Anita has had a pretty rough life. She suffered from depression for a very long time and it took me a lot to keep her alive. She mustn't do anything that would damage her brain", he says looking at Anita's almost lifeless body. She has battled with death before, you know? She might not accept it but she is a rose and you know why? Because she is very nice but harmful . We call her type slow poison", he says with so much pride and adoration in his eyes.

I just stare at the road really hard, trying to ignore the lump in my throat.

"That's why I'm going to beg you, please don't do anything that'll make her depressed again. This time I was there just in time, but next time I might not be there, even though I promised her I'll always be there for her".

"As from today onward, Anita will not only be your responsibility but mine as well. I promise and trust me when I say so. My word is my bond", I say not only promising Dimitri but also promising myself.

"That is the exact same thing my Anita used to say. Now I see why Anita was hell bent on restoring your friendship. You guys had such a strong bond. Don't let lost years be the thing to destroy that bond", he says with a tone of finality.

I pull the car into the drive way as we get back to the apartment and help Dimitri open the car door as he carries Anita to their room.

I know he wants to be alone with her but I'd like to know when she wakes up.

"Um... Will you at least please let me know when she wakes up?", I ask unsure.

"Hmm sure!", he replies before zooming up the flights of stairs.

I slowly ascend the stairs and move to my room.

I check the time and it says 6:30pm. I quickly gasp as I haven't gotten ready and I'm supposed to see Jay by 7:00pm.

I take a quick shower and spend about twenty minutes deciding what to wear. I finally decide to put on a black shirt and a black dungaree over it.

Omigosh! I'm late!. But what do I care?! I just have to act all nice, in order to put my plan to action and now that I think about it, why hasn't Alan sent the disguise yet?

I'm in front of Jay's room now and as I'm about to knock, the next words I hear stop me in my track.

"Pâté nostra qui est in caeli
Sanctific cetum nomen tum
Adveniat regnutum, fiat voluntastua, sicut in caelo et in Terra. Patum nostum coti dia num da nobis hodie. Sicut in caelo Debi te nostra. Et dimitimus debi tori bu s nostris, es nes nos inducasi te ta sio nem. Sed libera No's ã mälõ"

He is praying? In Latin? I'm not surprised he knows Latin. I'm just surprised he is praying. Jay prays?. How can he pray? "God will never answer those prayers", I think aloud before knocking.

"Come in!", he says and as I open the door I see him doing the sign of the cross.

"Well Miss, the last time I checked, you were not God", he says rudely.

"Have you checked now, I could be this your 'God' or even better, who knows?", I say air quoting the 'God'.

"Stop it, I'd not have this blasphemy against God. He is the one who created you, you know?"

"To suffer! He created me to suffer", I bite back.

This is not the way to win him over, I scold myself internally and besides, after all the killings he's done, he still expects 'God' to forgive him?

"Did you understand the Latin I said?"

"Yes, why?"

"Repeat it in English!"

Is he doubting me? I'll just have to show him, I mean no harm... Indeed!

"You said; Our Father;
Who art in heaven;
May your name be praised;
May your kingdom come;
May your will be done on earth;
As it is done in heaven;
Provide for us, today the food we need;
And pardon us of all our iniquities;
As we do the same for others;
Lead us not into temptation;
But deliver us from all evil;"

I say concluding the prayer and fighting the urge not to roll my eyes. As it were, my left eye is already twitching with anger.

"Are you Catholic?"

"Well..."

I think this is my time to make him pity me... I'm subjecting myself to things I dislike all because I want to kill him. For instance, the second thing I hate in this mother fucking world is when someone pities me.

Dude! Why the fuck will you pity me? You're more miserable than I am! Well, I guess I'll have to change a few of my personalities just so I can get what I want.

"...well, I was born into a Catholic family you see", I say trying to avoid eye contact.

But that wasn't a lie, it's actually true. I was a very strong Catholic but I haven't stepped foot into any church since I was ten...

"I knew it! Only Catholics would understand what I just said", he says snapping his finger in the air.

Anybody who knows Latin will understand what he just said. I scream in my head mentally face palming.

"No offence intended but is this how I'm going to get the drill of Dennis' whereabouts?", I ask biting my tongue to avoid adding something rude.

"No offence taken but I'll like us to get to know each other and I've got to ask if are you feeling well?"

"Yes, why?"

"Just less than twenty four hours ago, you were ready to pounce on me, now you're being all nice to me, what's the catch?" There it is..

Oh no! I've got to come up with something if not I will be the one to flaunt my plan. What do I do now?

"What's wrong Jem, I'm right, aren't I? You want something, what is it?"

Think fast!

"You're right, I want something and what I want is for you to pardon my rude behaviour towards you yesterday since I was very scared of you, seeing as you're the most feared Mafia. And Jon told me to be very careful. I must have misinterpreted him. He meant be very careful during the mission and I was thinking be very careful of you".

I say, the lie rolling off my tongue. I didn't even bate my eyelid and I just stared back. The only human in this fucked up world that can tell how, when and if I'm lying is Alan. He says each time I lie I always keep a very straight face.

"Isn't that supposed to convince you that I'm not lying?", I always ask back stubbornly. "No. Because then your ears become unnoticeably pointy", he'll say and I'll just roll my eyes and where was I? Oh right I am still trying to convince this dude that I'm not lying. Pfft! So pathetic. 

He moves towards me in a menacing manner but I stand my ground. I know what he's trying to do. He's trying to see if I'll falter my gaze or if my heart/pulse rate will increase and just as I suspected, he grabs my wrist and checks for my pulse. I struggle beyond imagination to not be nervous but fail miserably.

"Why is your pulse rate fast?"

"Well... I'm nervous you see and when I'm nervous, it increases", I lie with ease again.

"Okay then, you wouldn't mind if we got to know each other?", he asks raising one of his eyebrow in a questioning manner.

I just nod my head and when he looks away, I hurriedly wipe off the cold sweat on my head.

"Come over here and sit, this is how we will go about it!"

I sit beside him and the proximity of our closeness makes me want to throw up. He brings out four bottles of Vodka and begins;

"I'll ask a question and you answer, if you don't want to answer then you drink a shot and vice versa. Do you understand?"

I nod smiling. I'm not going to answer any. If he thinks I hate drinking, then he's in for a big surprise. The funniest part is... I don't get drunk. Well I do, but it will take an entire drum of alcohol to get me drunk. Ha!

"So shall we begin?", I ask still grinning from ear to ear.

You, Mr Black, are the world's most renowned FOOL and I surely will show you what I'm really made of and you will just be another kill added to my number!", I think to myself revelling in his stupidity while keeping the facade of a smile; an evil one at that. But he doesn't need to know!.