(Jodi)

"Jodi. Why did you become an assassin? And why did you leave?" I looked at him. "I don't want to talk about it. Alright?" He nodded. "Alright. Fine. Just get some sleep. I want to talk more in the morning." "Are you heading out tonight?" "No. It's almost midnight. I've been out already." I then yawned. I didn't realize I was that tired. I laid on the couch and fell asleep.

I woke up. It was really early in the morning. I snuck into Evans room and raided his closet for clothes to run in. I changed and left a note saying I went to take a run. I run almost every morning. It's healthy. I wonder if Evan still plays hockey? Me and him used to play hockey on a pond near our house in the winter. I remembered growing up me and him were hockey fiends. We always dominated the ice. In school though I wasn't allowed to play on the same team as him. Because I was a girl. Which at the time pissed me off so much I remember coming home and accidentally breaking the sliding glass door when I came in. I then ran into someone. It was the man. Jonathan. From last night. I grabbed him and pulled him into am ally. "Why the fuck did you kiss me?" "You didn't seem to have a problem with it last night." His voice. It's familiar. "Well. I was in shock. I didn't expect it." "Oh? And what is your blush telling me?" He said with a cocky smile. Fuck. What is with me? "... I..." He stepped closer. I stepped back hitting a wall. I can't think straight. My heart is going crazy. I haven't felt like this since highschool when a cute boy would talk to me. The absolute shit? What is wrong with me. "Miss Jodi. We are being watched. I saw them following you. They know." I looked over out of the corner of my eye and I could see them. I looked back at him. He was staring at me "How?" "I think you have a tracker on you." His eyes locked on mine. "Let's go into that clothing store over there. I can change. And we can get away." I said. He nodded. He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. I changed out of the running clothes I jacked from Evan. I dumped them into a trash can and me and Jonathan snuck out. "Do you have anywhere else to go?" He asked. "No. If they had a tracker on me they know where my brother lives. I need to call him." I pulled out my phone and called Evan. When he answered the phone I knew I woke him up. "What?" "Evan. Get Out Of That Apartment Now. They know I was there. They are going to attack you. Move now. Take what you need and leave " "Shit. Alright. I trust you. Are you safe? I'm not losing you again." "I'm fine. I'm headed to a friend's house and I've lost my tail. We are good." I then heard a bang from Evan's end. "Got to go now sis. Talk to you later." He then hung up.

"I'm bringing you to safe location." Jonathan said. I then pulled him back to stop him. "Why am I trusting you? How do I know your not the tail? Your the only one who knew I was there." "I'm not. I'm trying to help you." "Your a stranger. I don't know you." Then the next thing I know is he knocked me out.

I woke up in a dark room. "I'm sorry. They were closing in on us." I looked up and there was Delirious. "Your Jonathan." I shook my head. Why me? "Why did you kiss me?" "I.... I dunno.... I just had.... An impulse to." He said looking down. He took off his mask and placed it on the table. I sat up from the bed. "Why did you show me your face when I was paid to kill you?" He then punched the wall."I DON'T KNOW! OK? I don't know. I felt that I could trust you. For some reason. I feel that I can trust you. Like I trust Evan. But... More... They don't know what I look like. Only you do. Not even your Damn brother knows what I look like. Only you... And Cartoonz. A close friend of mine." "Jonathan... Why do you hide your face?" "... Protection. It protects my real Identity from people. And if I were ever to get... Close to someone it would protect them too." He then looked at me. "Why did you become a killer? An Assassin?" I sighed. "It's a long story." He then chuckles "I have time to spare. Lemme hear it."

"Well... It all really started... Seven years ago. When I was Sixteen... I was attacked... And I killed the man who attacked me. Then... At Seventeen... I was attacked by a group of men. And I ended up killing them all. And of course I got hurt really bad so I ran. I was absolutely terrified. And... I was taken in and fixed up by a man. Who trained me and made me who I am. He had to be like twenty something then. Who knows. He may have been my age. He always wore a mask. Kinda like you. He was known as Cryaotic. I used to just call him Cry. I'm haven't seen or heard from him in four five years." "Were you two close?" "Yeah. We were. He was like an older brother to me. He protected me when the gang of the men I killed tried to come after me. He saved me. And I owed him. We worked together for like two years before he vanished. I remember that night. When he vanished. I was at our hideout. Here in Los Santos. It was late and he told me he'd be back. That he was going on a simple mission and he would be back before I knew it. I still wasn't very good like him. I was still sloppy. But... When he vanished. I realised I had to toughen up. And be better. And carry on his legacy of being a great guy. And helping people." "How does an assassin help people?" "Well. We took care of gangs. We were the people who took down the heads of gangs so gang wars wouldn't flare up and shit. Then he vanished. And I still do that. Like when I took the job to kill you. All I knew was you were part of a gang. And gangs aren't good."