I watched as he walked past me, smiling and nodding to acknowledge my existence.

What did I do? Basically friend zoned myself.

With everything that went on, I forgot to read simple body language. I messed up, I didn't do what I should have. I didn't think things through, I should have had it all planned before knocking on the door. Why didn't I do what I always do?! The one time my actual personality would have been useful in a situation, and I decided to pull a Garroth and just jump in without a plan.

Moron.

Imbecile.

Idiot.

Dipstick.

Dimwit.

Geez, I'm as useful as Anne Frank's Drum Kit.

I slammed my head against my locker door repeatedly.

"I gotta ask....why are you smacking your head?"

I turned to Garroth and glared a little.

"You know very well why," I grumbled.

"This won't be so bad, girls have a lot of power when it comes to the friend zone."

"Don't stereotype me just because of my gender."

I sighed and gathered my homework before walking with Garroth out to the car. For the life of me I couldn't remember his body language. Did he mean friends? Did I screw it all up? What is wrong with me?!

I stormed into the house as soon as we parked, I put on my black jumpsuit and skipped into the basement. I walked over to a punching bag and started beating it as hard as I could.

Fighting always calmed me, it was a good way to get my anger out.

And then a thought occurred to me.

I needed to stop worrying about just Travis.

I needed to work on other aspects of the mission.

You never really know how a human works until you take one apart and put it back together, and who is the biggest mystery to me?

Aphmau.

Ah yes, the peppy girl who thinks that life is one rainbow away from heaven. There is more to her, there has to be. Nobody is that happy, it's not human.

What would break her the most? Well her love suddenly.......

......dying.

I smirked and stopped punching the bag, jogging up the stairs and jumping on Garroth's back who was walking toward the stairs.

"Ugh, what do you want?"

"To kill Aaron."

"Um....literally?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Reasons that I'll explain on the way there, let's go."

And before he could breathe another word, we were in our car on the way to Aaron's house. We were planning on making it look like an accident, just hanging out to plan Aphmau's birthday party when he "tripped" and hit his head hard enough, and he was dead before the ambulence

It was the perfect plan.

"Katelyn!" Aphmau ran into the hospital in tears, collapsing into my arms.

"Shh, I know," I stroked her head, comforting her.

"This isn't fair, not for him, he has no one. His family never cared and I doubt that they'll even come here when he is in surgery."

So he didn't land right, and now he's just on the fence between life and death.

Damn it.

"It's going to be okay, he's going to be fine."

"How do you know that? Can you promise that he'll be fine?" She looked up at me with puffy red eyes.

Of course I wasn't going to promise anything, I wanted him dead. Why would I promise him living, that felt like I was jinxing it or something.

Travis walked in and sat in the chair next to Aphmau.

"I got here as fast as I could, how is he?" He started to comfort Aph as she moved her blubbering mess to his shoulder. They were best friends after all, he would be far better at comforting her than I would.

"We don't know," I sighed.

A nurse walked out, smiling a little and Aphmau jumped out of her seat over to her.

"How is he? Aaron? Is he alright? What's his condition? What's wrong? Is he stable?"

"He's going to need multiple other surgeries, when he fell he managed to damage some vital organs, but right now he's in recovery from the first one, are you a family member?"

"I'm his girlfriend, and I'm not going to lie and say we're engaged or married, because I'm not a liar, and I know I'm not technically family, but I love him so much, so please let me see him."

The nurse's expression softened and she placed a gentle hand on her shoulder while guiding her down the hall.

Garroth wasn't here. He hates hospitals, so he would comfort and what not when we got back, so that left Travis and I alone. Well, sort of alone.

There weren't a lot of people, but there was a nervous man, a crying woman and her confused child, a solemn elderly woman, and a couple crying together.

"So what happened?"

"He fell down the stairs and landed on some of his collector's weapons."

Travis nodded and propped his elbows on his knees, covering his mouth with his hands. Eventually he sighed and moved to sit in the chair next to me. I didn't know what to say, and I'm guessing neither did he, because we sat in silence until Aphmau came back out, wiping some stray tears.

"He's not doing too good, I'm gonna stay here, you guys should go."

"But don't you want someone to stay with you?"

"I'll be fine, my parents are out of town so I'm alone right now, I don't think I could be home alone."

"Here's the keys to my car if you need to leave somewhere, and call if you need anything. Can I grab a ride with you, Travis?" I turned to him, smiling a little. Travis nodded and gave Aphmau one last hug before handing me his coat and pulling out his keys.

We were at the hospital for hours, waiting. It was now eleven o'clock at night, and I slid on Travis' jacket, knowing I would be cold and it was no time to argue and flirt. We sat in the car, waiting in the parking lot, still not sure what to say.

"Was it scary?" he asked, stealing a glance at me.

"Yeah," I responded after a long moment of hesitation.

I didn't want to admit it, but it was scary. Terrifying, even.

Travis nodded and turned on the car. We got to the house and Travis rubbed my arm.

"That kind of thing can be traumatising, if you need anything feel free to ask me, alright?"

"Alright," I nodded and left the car, entering the house and letting out a wobbly breath.

"That was...."

"...horrifying," I finished Garroth's sentence.

"I'm starting to hate this whole killing thing," he walked over to me and stood there without knowing what to do.

"Me too."

A/N Aaron, will he survive? Will the author allow her own emotional hatred towards the character affect his fate? You may never know.......nah, I know what I'm gonna do, and whatever I do, will progress the storyline, but Katelyn and Garroth are starting to dislike the idea of killing, which I thought would be an interesting thing, they trained their whole lives but never actually killed anyone until this moment. By the way, if any of you need a new show to watch, Gilmore Girls is an amazing show, an I tend to reference it. I love you all, devils, byeeeeeeeeeee.
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