Post by Kyle Jeremy Jergens on Feb 19, 2012 14:20:12 GMT -5
Kyle looked at the time on the oven, chewing what was left of his scrambled eggs slowly as he took in a deep breath and sighed. Moving in with Claire had been one thing. They’d become really good friends since they met and he had this overwhelming need to protect her- she was so… naïve. Which led her to be innocent. She acted irrationally and impulsively. She wore her emotions on her sleeve and she was everything that he wasn’t. It wasn’t like there was anything out in the world that was after her. But monsters could be hidden in the greatest of disguises. For instance, he could probably be seen as a monster. And here he was having formerly lived with her and considered her one of his closest friends – aside from Zach. Then she had brought in another roommate, Anthony. From the numerous talks he’d had with Claire about it, he was still confused about the relationship between them and particularly by the way they behaved around each other. What kind of exes were that friendly with one another? It was almost like they had never dated at all and just had a flirtatious crush on each other that got side passed. But then Claire had gotten pregnant, and honestly she seemed thrilled about it. Shane was a great guy. So why not be happy for them? That had left him and Anthony living with one another, and it was sort of a perfect set up. It gave him someone to play xbox with when he came home and crashed on the couch after a days work. They talked but it was never touchy feely and quite honestly they didn’t know too much about each others personal and private lives. Better off that way. He liked the guy, why ruin it by getting to know him too well? People like Zach, Claire.. they were easy to form friendships with and it was in such different ways. Zach knew the details of Kyle’s job. Knew that he had no affiliation with any government or any one for that matter. That was the nice part of being a mercenary. You got to pick and choose which hits you decided to take. There was no good and evil, not completely anyways. Even if he worked for the government, he still wouldn’t have any freedom in his job. He’d be assigned tasks, and it was the same with the mafia. The government did bad things, the mafia did good things. And vice versa. He didn’t want to get wrapped up in any of that. He wanted to choose for himself. Which was sort of how he got into this business- and it was tricky as hell to get yourself a license to kill with the governments approval without working for the government. Actually, he was pretty much working illegally, but he’d done both sides enough favors to sort of look past him. He set his coffee cup down in the sink and tilted his neck from side to side , letting it pop before he stood up straight and headed out of the house. “ Heading to the gym before I go to Claire’s, I’ll see you later for some pizza and some modern warfare” he yelled out over his shoulder to Anthony before he shut the door to their apartment and headed down towards the streets of New York to hail himself a cab.
Kyle slipped the baseball hat over his head before he took his cell phone out of his pocket and started to text Claire, telling her that he was going to be a few hours late , some stupid thing with class that his teacher wasn’t letting up on so he had to go to the library but he was turning his phone off for a bit. After she responded he continued, looking through his inbox to send Zach a text message. Maybe he’d want to grab a beer later tonight after he got home. He’d been going through a lot lately – his girlfriend had found out who he really was.. well, kind of, and had left him within less than an hour landed herself in the bed of Logan Renner. Risk your life or a girl and she finds a different prince charming. Typical. Kyle handed some cash to the cab driver, never using any type of credit card. Hell he never even used the same cell phone for more than a week. His number changed constantly and he played it off by always damaging his phone and then saying that when he renewed his contract they required him to have a new number. Clumsy Kyle, always breaking stuff. He licked his lips as he headed into the train station and reached into his back pocket for the fake ID he’d created for the assignment today. After paying for a ticket he looked throughout the station, seeing if his mark had made it here already. No sign. He chewed his gum slowly, looking through everyone before he lowered his head to keep from being seen by any cameras or anything. He bid the rest of his time lazily, waiting for the train to board by entertaining himself with a game of Angry Birds. After what seemed like forever the train was finally starting to board and Kyle stood up lethargically, stretching his arms out over his head before he made his way over to where they were boarding and handed over his ticket. ‘ Thank you, Mr. Prescott” the ticket handler said and Kyle nodded politely, making his way onto the train without causing himself to stand out.
Kyle took a seat next to an elderly gentleman and smiled, shaking his hand as he asked about whether or not he was going home or to visit someone. Small talk was fine, and Kyle enjoyed the banter that the older generation had to provide, but he was also doing his best to keep focused on his task without seeming rude to the man sitting beside him. He hadn’t brought a gun, that would be far too noisy on a train and would cause people to know what was going on. He already knew that it would be hand to hand combat, but that was what he was best at anyways. Sure guns, knives, all of that was useful but mixed martial arts was sort of his specialty. He felt more in his element when it came to that kind of combat. He looked down at his watch and sighed. He was seriously going to be pissed off if he had gotten on the train and his mark hadn’t. What a waste of a day, and the closer they got to their destination, the more anxious he got. But thankfully, as he looked up he saw him walking towards the bathroom. He froze still, watching him as he moved into the small bathroom and locked the door so that it no longer said vacant. He licked his lips and knew he had to act fast, standing up and excusing himself from his new elderly friend as he made his way down towards the bathroom. He looked over his shoulder, scanning everyone that was sitting so innocently in their seats, occupied with their newspapers or Sudoku books, talking amongst themselves. Kyle reached up and shut the curtain that had been left open and looked down at the stall door, pulling a small swiss army knife out of his pocket. He worked quickly, jamming the blade into the lock before he grabbed the bottom of the bolt and jammed it so that it opened before he pushed open the door, not surprised to see that his mark had escaped to the bathroom to take a different kind of hit of his own, cocaine spread out on the counter which had been half snorted already. He was already looking up to say something before Kyle threw his hands up against the sides of the stall and jumped up quickly, kicking his foot roughly against the side of his face to silence him before he could scream or speak. With him on the ground, Kyle turned around and locked the bathroom stall again and when he turned to face the guy he expected him to be on the ground again, but then unexpectedly he was already on his feet and throwing a punch in Kyle’s direction. Kyle took the hit and turned his head to the side, doing his best to not grunt or many any noise. The sound of the trains engines and wheels could cover up a hell of a lot, but certainly not if they were yelling out in anguish.
Kyle brought his arms up quickly to block himself and then grabbed his neck and held him tightly, throwing a punch in his face before he turned behind him and placed him in a headlock, slamming his head against the bathroom counter a few times, smashing his face into the very line of coke he had drawn just moments before. Kyle sighed to himself, knowing that he was causing too much noise and reached down, gripping his hand against the guys chin before he gripped it tightly and pulled it to the side as swiftly as he could, waiting for the snap until he dropped him down to the floor. Simultaneously as he hit the ground, there was a knock at the door. ‘ Sir, is everything alright?’ one of the attendants asked and Kyle looked back down at the floor. He stepped onto the toilet and used his swiss army knife again, moving as quickly as he could to unscrew the bolts that were attached to the ceiling and pulled himself up into the extremely cramped space, once he was finally on his back the ceiling of the train was literally about an inch from his nose. He took in quick breaths, readjusting the tile and snapping it into place before he started to push himself quietly through the thin frame that separated him with the rest of the train. He turned his ear, listening for the sound of the engine to get quieter so that he knew he was going into the right direction. After he finally reached the end, knowing that he was away from anyone that would have been capable of hearing, anyone working outside of the train would have their ears burdened with the noise of the tracks, Kyle worked quickly to get himself unbolted from the titanium frame. He groaned to himself, feeling the scratch against his arm and lifted his body up so that he was coming out of the train. Kyle grabbed onto the side ladder and pulled the rest of his body out of the train before his body swung out to the side and he planted his feet firmly on the caged frame at the back of the train. After looking down at the ground he sighed, this was the worst part. He hated getting scrapes and bruises and having to explain them. It was only so long that people would believe he was this clumsy. Not to mention he needed to land somewhere that was within running distance of where he could grab a cab or something. Kyle pulled himself back up on the ladder, doing his best to see where they were in town and just as he caught sight of the skyline he dropped his hands from the tight grasp they held and let himself fall off of the train and rolled down into the ditch along the tracks. He tucked his head under his arms, stopping his face from getting any notable cuts. “ God… damnit..” he said to himself, standing up as he brushed a few of the small rocks and branches away from his body. Kyle looked down at his body and dusted himself off, giving himself just a second before he ditched the baseball hat and jacket he was wearing and took off in a sprint towards the city that the train was heading to. They were only about a quarter of a mile out so he was there in a matter of no time and threw his hand up in the air, hailing himself the second cab of the day.
Kyle reached into his back pocket and took out the little packaged alcohol wipes he’d brought with him that they conveniently sell at the front lanes of every super market and began to wipe off his arms, stopping all of the cuts that he had acquired during the day. He gave Claire’s new address to the driver, hardly giving him a time of day before he looked up quickly and shook his head, “ Wait can we stop by a store if there is one of those near her place” he said, looking down at his arms. They weren’t bad by any means. But Claire had already gone into mothering mode, he didn’t need to come up with some elaborate story of how he had gotten these cuts at the library. What was he supposed to say. Paper cuts? Not likely. The cab ride back to the city went by more quickly than the train ride out of it had, not having to wait for it to load, not having to do a head count, able to just leave right away and before he knew it they were pulling up to a store and Kyle thanked the driver for waiting and hopped out, heading inside quickly. He walked in, grabbing the first hoodie that was his size, not caring about the make or anything for that matter before he threw cash on the counter and headed back out to the cab. Kyle pulled the hoodie over himself and looked down at his arms. There. All covered up. No need for a cover story. Kyle laid his head back and closed his eyes, trying to get some sort of a quick rest before he got to Claire’s.
Once they pulled up to Claire’s place, Kyle couldn’t help but grin. Half of her blinds were up, half of them were down. The front door was wide open. That girl. Kyle shook his head and paid the driver before he headed inside her place. “ Yo,…Claire where are you?” he called out, stepping inside of her newly bought home that she was getting ready for her new addition to her and Shane’s family. “ Movin’ on up aren’t we?” he said with a bright grin as he spotted Claire walking around the living room like she was in a frantic state to get everything unpacked. A look of relief crossed over her face and she dropped the box she was holding before she held her arms out to him as he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her gently. “ Man what do I gotta do to get out of having to share an apartment? Shane got any other friends that are willing to be a sugar daddy?” he asked sarcastically before he looked down at the small belly that Claire was beginning to form and chuckled to himself. Realistically, Shane was going to be more than just a sugar daddy to Claire, but to their kid now as well, too. “ How was studying?” she looked up, asking him as she went back to unpacking some of her bags. Kyle scoffed unenthusiastically, “ Oh it was killer, you know.. the usual,” he said, leaning down to start picking up the heavy boxes for Claire. “ You need to start closing your door and locking it. You don’t know the types of people you let into your home,… don’t make me have to talk to Shane,” he said throwing her a joking glare. “ Oooh Shane’ll just shake in his boots,” she replied sarcastically causing Kyle to laugh quietly as he went to a much tamer type of work.
Kyle slipped the baseball hat over his head before he took his cell phone out of his pocket and started to text Claire, telling her that he was going to be a few hours late , some stupid thing with class that his teacher wasn’t letting up on so he had to go to the library but he was turning his phone off for a bit. After she responded he continued, looking through his inbox to send Zach a text message. Maybe he’d want to grab a beer later tonight after he got home. He’d been going through a lot lately – his girlfriend had found out who he really was.. well, kind of, and had left him within less than an hour landed herself in the bed of Logan Renner. Risk your life or a girl and she finds a different prince charming. Typical. Kyle handed some cash to the cab driver, never using any type of credit card. Hell he never even used the same cell phone for more than a week. His number changed constantly and he played it off by always damaging his phone and then saying that when he renewed his contract they required him to have a new number. Clumsy Kyle, always breaking stuff. He licked his lips as he headed into the train station and reached into his back pocket for the fake ID he’d created for the assignment today. After paying for a ticket he looked throughout the station, seeing if his mark had made it here already. No sign. He chewed his gum slowly, looking through everyone before he lowered his head to keep from being seen by any cameras or anything. He bid the rest of his time lazily, waiting for the train to board by entertaining himself with a game of Angry Birds. After what seemed like forever the train was finally starting to board and Kyle stood up lethargically, stretching his arms out over his head before he made his way over to where they were boarding and handed over his ticket. ‘ Thank you, Mr. Prescott” the ticket handler said and Kyle nodded politely, making his way onto the train without causing himself to stand out.
Kyle took a seat next to an elderly gentleman and smiled, shaking his hand as he asked about whether or not he was going home or to visit someone. Small talk was fine, and Kyle enjoyed the banter that the older generation had to provide, but he was also doing his best to keep focused on his task without seeming rude to the man sitting beside him. He hadn’t brought a gun, that would be far too noisy on a train and would cause people to know what was going on. He already knew that it would be hand to hand combat, but that was what he was best at anyways. Sure guns, knives, all of that was useful but mixed martial arts was sort of his specialty. He felt more in his element when it came to that kind of combat. He looked down at his watch and sighed. He was seriously going to be pissed off if he had gotten on the train and his mark hadn’t. What a waste of a day, and the closer they got to their destination, the more anxious he got. But thankfully, as he looked up he saw him walking towards the bathroom. He froze still, watching him as he moved into the small bathroom and locked the door so that it no longer said vacant. He licked his lips and knew he had to act fast, standing up and excusing himself from his new elderly friend as he made his way down towards the bathroom. He looked over his shoulder, scanning everyone that was sitting so innocently in their seats, occupied with their newspapers or Sudoku books, talking amongst themselves. Kyle reached up and shut the curtain that had been left open and looked down at the stall door, pulling a small swiss army knife out of his pocket. He worked quickly, jamming the blade into the lock before he grabbed the bottom of the bolt and jammed it so that it opened before he pushed open the door, not surprised to see that his mark had escaped to the bathroom to take a different kind of hit of his own, cocaine spread out on the counter which had been half snorted already. He was already looking up to say something before Kyle threw his hands up against the sides of the stall and jumped up quickly, kicking his foot roughly against the side of his face to silence him before he could scream or speak. With him on the ground, Kyle turned around and locked the bathroom stall again and when he turned to face the guy he expected him to be on the ground again, but then unexpectedly he was already on his feet and throwing a punch in Kyle’s direction. Kyle took the hit and turned his head to the side, doing his best to not grunt or many any noise. The sound of the trains engines and wheels could cover up a hell of a lot, but certainly not if they were yelling out in anguish.
Kyle brought his arms up quickly to block himself and then grabbed his neck and held him tightly, throwing a punch in his face before he turned behind him and placed him in a headlock, slamming his head against the bathroom counter a few times, smashing his face into the very line of coke he had drawn just moments before. Kyle sighed to himself, knowing that he was causing too much noise and reached down, gripping his hand against the guys chin before he gripped it tightly and pulled it to the side as swiftly as he could, waiting for the snap until he dropped him down to the floor. Simultaneously as he hit the ground, there was a knock at the door. ‘ Sir, is everything alright?’ one of the attendants asked and Kyle looked back down at the floor. He stepped onto the toilet and used his swiss army knife again, moving as quickly as he could to unscrew the bolts that were attached to the ceiling and pulled himself up into the extremely cramped space, once he was finally on his back the ceiling of the train was literally about an inch from his nose. He took in quick breaths, readjusting the tile and snapping it into place before he started to push himself quietly through the thin frame that separated him with the rest of the train. He turned his ear, listening for the sound of the engine to get quieter so that he knew he was going into the right direction. After he finally reached the end, knowing that he was away from anyone that would have been capable of hearing, anyone working outside of the train would have their ears burdened with the noise of the tracks, Kyle worked quickly to get himself unbolted from the titanium frame. He groaned to himself, feeling the scratch against his arm and lifted his body up so that he was coming out of the train. Kyle grabbed onto the side ladder and pulled the rest of his body out of the train before his body swung out to the side and he planted his feet firmly on the caged frame at the back of the train. After looking down at the ground he sighed, this was the worst part. He hated getting scrapes and bruises and having to explain them. It was only so long that people would believe he was this clumsy. Not to mention he needed to land somewhere that was within running distance of where he could grab a cab or something. Kyle pulled himself back up on the ladder, doing his best to see where they were in town and just as he caught sight of the skyline he dropped his hands from the tight grasp they held and let himself fall off of the train and rolled down into the ditch along the tracks. He tucked his head under his arms, stopping his face from getting any notable cuts. “ God… damnit..” he said to himself, standing up as he brushed a few of the small rocks and branches away from his body. Kyle looked down at his body and dusted himself off, giving himself just a second before he ditched the baseball hat and jacket he was wearing and took off in a sprint towards the city that the train was heading to. They were only about a quarter of a mile out so he was there in a matter of no time and threw his hand up in the air, hailing himself the second cab of the day.
Kyle reached into his back pocket and took out the little packaged alcohol wipes he’d brought with him that they conveniently sell at the front lanes of every super market and began to wipe off his arms, stopping all of the cuts that he had acquired during the day. He gave Claire’s new address to the driver, hardly giving him a time of day before he looked up quickly and shook his head, “ Wait can we stop by a store if there is one of those near her place” he said, looking down at his arms. They weren’t bad by any means. But Claire had already gone into mothering mode, he didn’t need to come up with some elaborate story of how he had gotten these cuts at the library. What was he supposed to say. Paper cuts? Not likely. The cab ride back to the city went by more quickly than the train ride out of it had, not having to wait for it to load, not having to do a head count, able to just leave right away and before he knew it they were pulling up to a store and Kyle thanked the driver for waiting and hopped out, heading inside quickly. He walked in, grabbing the first hoodie that was his size, not caring about the make or anything for that matter before he threw cash on the counter and headed back out to the cab. Kyle pulled the hoodie over himself and looked down at his arms. There. All covered up. No need for a cover story. Kyle laid his head back and closed his eyes, trying to get some sort of a quick rest before he got to Claire’s.
Once they pulled up to Claire’s place, Kyle couldn’t help but grin. Half of her blinds were up, half of them were down. The front door was wide open. That girl. Kyle shook his head and paid the driver before he headed inside her place. “ Yo,…Claire where are you?” he called out, stepping inside of her newly bought home that she was getting ready for her new addition to her and Shane’s family. “ Movin’ on up aren’t we?” he said with a bright grin as he spotted Claire walking around the living room like she was in a frantic state to get everything unpacked. A look of relief crossed over her face and she dropped the box she was holding before she held her arms out to him as he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her gently. “ Man what do I gotta do to get out of having to share an apartment? Shane got any other friends that are willing to be a sugar daddy?” he asked sarcastically before he looked down at the small belly that Claire was beginning to form and chuckled to himself. Realistically, Shane was going to be more than just a sugar daddy to Claire, but to their kid now as well, too. “ How was studying?” she looked up, asking him as she went back to unpacking some of her bags. Kyle scoffed unenthusiastically, “ Oh it was killer, you know.. the usual,” he said, leaning down to start picking up the heavy boxes for Claire. “ You need to start closing your door and locking it. You don’t know the types of people you let into your home,… don’t make me have to talk to Shane,” he said throwing her a joking glare. “ Oooh Shane’ll just shake in his boots,” she replied sarcastically causing Kyle to laugh quietly as he went to a much tamer type of work.
