Thursday, 12 July 2012
06:38:52 AM (GMT)
Nothing felt right now. Not without her. The assassin's accidental 'date' slipped
her hand into his, resting her head against his upper arm. He didn't bother
protesting- It was more trouble than it was worth- but one thought swept through his
mind, ridding all others.
She's not her.
Gaelle's lightly tanned skin just could never be the same as the milky white, covered
in freckles. The pressure against his arm shouldn't be there. Not from a head,
anyway. A fist, maybe.
He smiled as he remembered her. A punch, a hard one, then her smile. That smile.
With eyes so blue he was certain that the sun must be in there somewhere. A sun that
could never be covered by clouds, and a light that would never go out. Not through
He'd never been one for clicheed romance, but maybe it was just her... So, so
beautiful, and yet, she just refused to accept his compliments.
The French girl misinterpretted his smile, and pulled down on his arm so that she
could reach his cheek to kiss it lightly.
"There is une fille... Watching you." She whispered, smiling lightly as she
released his arm so that he could stand upright again. Still content as he
remembered the smile - that smile - he looked around, unsure of what he was
looking for. Since he'd left, so many girls had simply passed by unnoticed. He knew
that none could ever come close to her. Not even the girl attached to his arm at the
"There... Dummy..." Gaelle rolled her eyes, pointing (not so subtly) at the furious
red-haired girl who was storming towards them.
His heart stopped as he saw her. The skin, the eyes, the hair, fists.... No smile.
"Skye..." He breathed the words, but somehow she heard.
"Thomas." No, no, no... This wasn't right. Her voice was never this
venomous. She never called him that. Her eyes were no longer the soft cerulean
blue, but a harsh cobalt. He swallowed.
"Bonjour! Puis-je vous aidez?"
Thomas attempted to pull his hand from Gaelle's, and took a step towards Skye, but
she pulled him back, holding tightly onto his arm, "Thomas, who is she?"
"Me name's Skye. An' y'are?" The girls glared at eachother for a second before
Gaelle answered, adding, much to his horror, 'Thomas's girlfriend.'
Skye was deceptively calm, but Thomas knew that look, directed at him now. "His...
"Girlfriend. Ah... une seconde.... TU EST SKYE!"
"Aye. I jus' told you that." She snarled, still glaring at Thomas.
"You are the one who he left!"
"Yeah. He did leave."
"Aha! Alors, he's mine now!" Thomas finally broke the eye contact with Skye,
staring at Gaelle disbelievingly.
"Woah, woah... Yours?" He raised an eyebrow, "No."
Gaelle frowned, "Non? Mais, oui! You asked me. To the cinema. Remember?"
"I'm not yours... I'm not anyone's."
"Aye, that's clear..." Skye rolled her eyes, folding her arms indignantly.
"Wait, tha's not what I meant-"
"No, ye left! 'S obvious what ye meant!"
Thomas pulled his hand from Gaelle's quickly, and she stared at him as he stepped
forwards slightly, between the two girls (just in case). "I never wanted ter leave
"But ye did."
"Mais, Tommy, you are with me now"
"Hold up..." Skye held up a hand, glaring at Gaelle, "Tommy?"
Thomas stepped forwards again, but was silenced by a deathly glare.
"You called him Tommy?"
"YOU LITTLE GIT!" She lunched forwards, hands now tight fists, and Thomas quickly
closed the space between them, blocking Skye from her target, "GERROFF ME YOU
BASTARD!" He held her by the shoulders, keeping her away from Gaelle with
surprisingly little effort.
"Skye, calm down! We're not together!"
"Shut up, Gaelle! We're not, alright?"
She paused for a moment, then ran, screaming at the top of her lungs, "PAPA!!!"
Skye stepped backwards, out of Thomas's hold, and, for once... She actually looked
hurt. "I trusted you, Thomas. And you left me."
"No! You completely betrayed me! I trusted you! Do you know how many people
I trust?!" She shook her head slowly, "Sabriel was actually right.... You're not
worth my time..."
The words stung far deeper than Thomas knew was possible, and he simply watched as
the only girl he'd ever loved, and the only girl he ever planned on loving, turned
slowly, and left.
Thomas frowned as he woke up, his head aching like Hell. He started to get up, but
he was seated, his wrists tied behind his back. He closed his eyes and took a
breath. He knew exactly where he was. Every assassin's worst nightmare...
"Ah, Mr O'Connell. You're a bloody deep sleeper. Gaelle had to hit you three times
before you even stirred."
"It would help, sir, if I wasn't drugged."
"Small matters. My daughter tells me that a certain Peter Godall is still alive..."
Thomas looked up as the figure- no man could have such a frozen heart- idly waved his
hand over the fruit bowl, picking up a cherry by the stalk and eating it delicately,
seemingly unbothered by the stone.
"I thought, O'Connell, that I instructed you to kill him."
He shook his head, "I won' do it."
"Now, now, Thomas. I thought I was the one who told you what to do." His voice was
smooth. The kind of voice that if it told you to jump in front of a train, you'd do
it. Straight away. Asking 'Express or slow train?' because he was the kind of man
who liked things done his way.
"Sir, I'm not killin' him."
"I'm sorry? I seem to have misheard." He'd heard perfectly. This was an
opportunity for Thomas to correct himself. But he wouldn't.
"I'm not killin' him." He repeated, meeting his boss's eyes defiantly.
"Oh, Mr O'Connell, I think you will."
"I'm not killin' me grandfather." He glared. He'd killed Skye's guardian. He was
"In which case, Thomas, you'll kill yourself. Understand?" It wasn't a question.
He just wanted confirmation.
Gaelle's father smiled coldly, gesturing for his daughter to leave, as it was clear
that she was about to object.
"You will do this to the detail, yes? I'd rather that this didn't bounce back to
me." Thomas nodded mutely, "Wonderful. You will write a note. A suicide note. And
you will stay in London for a week." The man paced back and forth in front of
Thomas, "On Saturday evening, at eleven o'clock at night precisely, you will attatch
the note to Tower Bridge. You will have all your weapons, all fully loaded, on your
person. You will then jump. And you will sink, O'Connell. You will drown
willingly in the Thames. And you will not be missed." Again, Thomas nodded.
If someone had been watching the conversation, it would seem almost as though the
assassin had been hypnotised, such was his disregard for human life. His human
But he hadn't been. His boss was just persuasive. And he was persuading someone who
had already accepted his death, which made the job somewhat easier.