Meet Cute

Silan Dubiu. That damn monster.

Well, actually that's not saying much. We have the same job.

He's positioned on the wrong side of my sniper. Like most of my victims.

Though he won't be for long. I've got my finger on the trigger and once it's pulled, there won't be any more sight of him.

I'll wipe that smirk right off his devilish face and replace it with mine.

I aim again to shoot, but then realize he's not there anymore. How? I looked away for one second.

Ah, screw this. If I stay here any longer, I'll get caught. Guess it's time to move and try again.

I stand up and holster my sniper on my back.

I'm about to turn around when I feel cold metal dig into the back of my head.

I freeze but don't panic. It's not good to panic in a situation like this.

I slowly raise my hands slightly, my fingers twitching to just reach out and strangle whatever smug face must be behind me.

“Ah, so you know how this goes, eh? I should've known,” a low voice says before chuckling darkly.

“It's you, isn’t it? Silan Dubiu?” I ask, my voice strangely calm despite the slight panic building in my chest.

“My name doesn't matter. At least, it won't in hell,” he says coldly, pressing the gun a little harder against my head.

Little does he know that while he was speaking, my hand snaked its way to my hidden knife and slowly pulled it out.

“If I'm going to hell, you're coming with me,” I state, and before he can retort, I whip around.

As my dagger rests against his throat, his gun resettles on my forehead. My free hand is holding his gun hand, and his free hand is holding my knife hand.

“What do you think you're doing?” he growls, his eyes narrowing in a way that seems almost inhumane.

Maybe he isn't a human. Just like me. Cold blooded killers. That's what we are.

“My job,” I answer harshly, my knuckles turning white against the hilt.

“Your job?” For the first time, he sounds confused. He raises an eyebrow, though it’s not enough to make him loosen his grip on the gun. “What job?”

I think for a moment. Maybe I can twist this. Distract him in some way. Confuse him. Then, make a move.

“Why, gaining a date with you, of course,” I say in a totally different tone than I used before. A sweeter tone. A flirtatious tone.

“What?” he asks, his grip loosening.

This is my shot. He's distracted. Confused.

“Who better than the cutest man in town.” I say it more like a statement rather than a question.

“Why the sudden flirting? I know you're not that nice,” he points out, with an edge of amusement. Is he…enjoying this?

Great, I actually am too.

“Now, tell me what you're actually doing,” he demands sternly, but I can almost hear the smirk on his face.

“Getting rid of you,” I respond.

“But-” he starts.

I cut him off by making an attempt to push the knife harder, but he counters with a duck step to the right and then grabs my arm, yanking me towards him and into a one-armed headlock. The gun now rests against my temple.

One of my hands is gripping his forearm, which is to the side of my neck, and the other twists the knife behind my back so it could be used on his stomach if need be.

“Stop struggling. It ain’t gonna change anything,” he says, sounding annoyed. I can almost feel him rolling his eyes.

“If you knew anything about me, you’d know I never give up,” I say, attempting to push the knife further.

He lets me out of the headlock in the blink of an eye and catches my wrist before it can move further.

He cocks the gun.

I freeze. My heart races, even as I realize something.

“If you were going to shoot me, you would have pulled the trigger already,” I comment casually, trying to downplay the thoughts shifting through my mind.

He pauses.

“You’re right.” He sighs and releases me, but not before giving me a little shove.

“Why?” I ask quietly, my hand out to catch myself on the ground. I’m not mad though, like I should be. Instead, I am merely curious and confused.

“Who's your boss?” he questions, completely ignoring my curiosity.

“Danny Vien,” I answer, pushing myself to my feet once more.

He holsters the gun. “We’re being played, you and I.”

“What do you mean?” I watch his movement with the gun, as if I’m expecting him to pull it back out and pull the trigger.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. He’s known for his disloyalty and ability to deceive. He would probably be that way for me if something wasn’t troubling him.

“We have the same job but vice versa. You were sent to eliminate me and I was sent to destroy you,” he explains as if we were best friends who were about to kiss, not kill each other.

“Let me guess. Both sent by Danny Vien,” I piece together.

He sighs and steps to the edge, looking out over. “Let's make a deal. I help you get revenge on him and you swear to never flirt with me again,” he says seriously, looking at me again.

A smirk of my own smirk creeps up on my face. “Oh, c'mon. You seem to like my compliments.”

“Stop it. Let's just hurry up and get this over with,” he grumbles, walking to the steps and beginning the descent.

I quickly follow after, still grinning like an idiot.

“He's at the office, right?” he asks, though I'm pretty sure he knows the answer.

We make our way there and don't even bother knocking or anything. We just pull out our weapons and the guards back off, knowing they are no match for Danny's two best killers.

The door to his office is locked, but that doesn't get in our way. Silan just kicks the door down and pulls out his gun as we step inside. I grab my dagger once more.

As soon as the door crashes backward, Danny stands up from where he was on his chair and rushes to grab his own gun.

I quickly jump the desk and stand on the other side of Danny so he is trapped between us.

My eyes meet with Silan's and a moment of understanding is shared between us.

Then, as if we weren't paying attention to that understanding, we both charge at the same time.

Danny lunges out of the way just in time and Silan and I tumble to the ground.

I'm positioned on top of him, though my hands are pushed palm down on each side of his head.

Both our bodies are tense. I can't tell if it's good or bad.

“Ironic, eh?” he chuckles, his breathing suspiciously heavy.

“What is going on here?” growls Danny, interrupting the interesting moment.

“Shut the hell up!” growls Silan, aiming his gun and shooting without breaking eye contact with me.

We hear a small cry, then a groan, and finally a thud.

“Now, where were we?” Silan's smile is genuine for the first time and it definitely contrasts to the bloody scene that's behind us.

“We were planning that date?” I ask, this time with real hope, unlike the deceiving tone I used earlier.

“I guess we were. We should go now if we don't want to be spending it in jail.” He stands and helps me up, a kind gentleman compared to the killer inside. Like me.

I glance back at Danny. Shot in the heart. Perfect aim Silan has.

“I guess coincidences can lead up to something beautiful, like you,” Silan comments, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles.

“Hey, if I can't flirt, neither can you,” I shoot back softly.

We both chuckles at the statement and then make our way out of the building.

What a crazy way to meet someone.