[Suspect]Assassins Should Never Love.[Rayvn]

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His heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard throughout the woods, though the snapping of twigs could be heard in between his breathing. His eyes scanned left and right, looking for a way to get out of these woods much easier. He turned his gaze behind him to see if he was followed, which he wasn't at the time but he knew that he was going to be hunted sooner, rather than later. He continued to run as his clothing was now torn in almost shreds. The branches from the trees were cutting him up, along with his clothing. He let out a sigh of relief when he had reached the main street but just started jogging, not wanting to make everything seem obvious. He got to the end of the street but took a turn and went into an alleyway, sitting down on the ground as he ran his hands over his brown locks. He let out a small yelp when a male appeared out of nowhere and stabbed him in the heart then vanished without an absolute trace.

Cole gasped as he sat up in his bed, his alarm clock blaring off as he turned to shut it off. It was all a dream. He was terrified for what was to come now. It has been almost a month since he escaped. His mind was bothering him all the time, playing tricks on him, making him think that he was actually dead. He had beads of sweat running down his face. His pillow was soaked with sweat. He got up from his bed, walking into his bathroom as he rummaged through the closet in there, grabbing a small towel and wiping his face clean of the sweat. He hasn't slept in almost a week, feeling that something is coming and it's getting closer than ever. He didn't really know what it was going to be but he was prepared. He went back into his bedroom and got on his knees and looked under his bed, reaching his arm out and grabbing a hold of his Katana, which he carried around his house, just in case.

He walked down stairs, he was wearing nothing but jogging pants as he waltzed in to the kitchen, getting himself some breakfast started.

His doors and windows were locked, or so he hoped. He checked them one more time before going back into the kitchen.

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Amelia surveyed Cole through the window. Her dark red hair was braided in a tight crown around her head, revealing piercing green eyes and full lips. She was beautiful, but deadly; an assassin inside and out and the man she watched closely was her target. A deserter of their order, this man had once been top of his class alongside Amelia. She considered him her greatest rival and now she was allowed to test his skill without restraints. "I have the target in my sights," she whispered into a transmitter embedded in her watch. She waited for the signal, but was greeted by static as she shifted her weight on the ledge. Eyes patiently following Cole as her exited his bedroom and entered the kitchen. As soon as he rounded the corner, she quietly dropped down and began dismantling the window. After a few moments,the screen was free and she gently lifted the window. A small sigh escaped her lips as she checked the sharpness of her sais. The forked blades hung lightly on her hips, unlike the black cat suit she was wearing. I am to be a shadow, she thought as she pulled the hood over her hair and carefully crawled through the window into Cole's tiny apartment.

She surveyed the room quickly. It was a mess, boxes and clothes thrown everywhere. It proved that he hadn't been there long and he was nervous. Quietly, she moved out of the room and into the hall following Cole into the kitchen. She stood terribly close to him and could feel the fear in his breathing. Quickly, she pulled one of the sai out of its holsters and held it angled at his neck. "Hello Cole," she said teasing him. "Did you miss me?" She pressed the edge of the blade into his neck.

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That voice. It was oddly familiar to him then he actually thought about it. 'Amelia.' He raised his hands up over his head with a smirk as he leaned forward, placing his hands on the counter in front of him as he extended his leg, giving her a quick kick to the stomach as he immediately dropped his leg down and ran. He had sat his sword down on the table in the living area, where he ran to and quickly retrieved it then turned around, throwing the holster towards her as a distraction. Why here? Why now? Cole needed some answers, but was Amelia still the top in the class. Maybe that was why she was sent to finish him off because he was right there beside her, every step of the way. They were always fierce rivals, every fight they had ended in a draw.

He didn't really want to fight her, or worse, kill her but she was really asking for it. Cole mustered up the strength to try and finish this once and for all. He watched her closely for upstairs, as he leaped on the banister then jumped down and placed the tip of his blade on her spine. One wrong move and she was done for. "Well, well, well..." He spoke softly, not moving a muscle as he continued speaking. "Look at who were have here. How have you been, Amelia? Still taking those filthy orders, I see." He laughed a little then smirked as he slightly pressed the blade further in her spine. "Look at you, still fragile..." His eyes scanned over her body. "And weak." He smirked. He knew how to strike a cord in her and that should have done it.

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Amelia tensed as she felt the blade pressing against her spine and Cole's words hit her. One wrong move and she knew she'd be out of the game forever, so she'd have to be strategic about her next move. "I might have been fragile, but as I recall I could still kick your ass." She quickly leaned forward, dropped down to the floor and rolled under the nearby table; however, she was not quick enough, she winced feeling the wound on her lower back. The cut was not deep, but it would be a hinderance. She moved slowly to stand up, careful not to slip in her own blood that was slowly dripping onto the kitchen floor. "I've been good Cole, can't you tell. I'm all grown up now. You missed my 21st birthday, but hey, I didn't come here to take your shit, you abandoned the order and you knew the cost. If I don't kill you...someone else will." She threw one of the sais at his arm holding the katana. The sai scraped Cole causing him to drop the katana, however she knew she wouldn't be able to move fast enough to try anything, so she took the opportunity to hide. As he was retrieving the katana, she escaped the kitchen quietly, but leaving a blood trail behind. She limped her way down the tiny hall and into a nearby room crammed with boxes. She had hoped there would be a window or something for her to escape out of but there was none. What the hell have I gotten myself into, she wondered as she fell to the floor and hid behind some boxes. There was a small closet behind the pile, so she quickly reached up and opened the door before rolling inside.

Cole was out of practice, so she had that as an advantage, but her sai against his katana was not going to play out very well. Luckily, the closet was filled with some of Cole's old shirts. Amelia ripped off one of the sleeves and tied it tightly around her lower back to stop the wound from bleeding. She sighed, leaning back onto the clothing pile. He would find her soon and she didn't have any ideas on what she should do. She hadn't expected him to have his weapons and that was her mistake, but now she'd have to figure something out. A smirk appeared on her lips as she remembered Cole had a weakness for her at one point, maybe he still did and she could exploit that.

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When she rolled underneath a nearby table, his eyes were more on that move she had made, instead of on the incoming sai, which slashed at his arm, causing him to drop his Katana. 'Bitch.' He thought while looking back up and seeing that she had disappeared. He was a little bit on edge right now as he took this opportunity to let her words sink in. He took off his shirt and ripped a piece off, wrapping it around the wound as he reached down and picked up his Katana. '21 years old. Damn, time goes by fast.' He thought to himself, moving around and spotting a blood trail as he crouched down, eyes scanning the perimeter as he got up and followed the trail, which stopped in his hallway, where a nearby room was. That room was where he kept everything loaded up in boxes, just in case he needed to escape, which looks like he needs to do right now but first he was going to take care of this little problem.

He followed the trail of blood and stopped by some boxes. His ears twitched when he heard the ripping of fabric as he laughed. "Silly girl."

He said while slowly walking towards the closet, stabbing his Katana through the door to scare her a little. He was really enjoying this but he couldn't kill Amelia. Could he? Someone he had an attraction to, the first and only person, well girl, to kick his ass and live to brag about it. No, he couldn't and he wouldn't. He suddenly stopped and let out a soft sigh while smirking, opening up the closet door but hiding behind one of the doors. When Amelia crawled out of the closet, Cole stepped on her hand, which bared the other sai. She let it go, so Cole kicked it away then pointed his Katana at her. He was breathing rather heavily and stared into her eyes while speaking. "Any last words?" He was toying with her. The other thing she didn't know was that he wasn't going to kill her. "Oh, happy belated 21st birthday by the way." He said with a smile.

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The color rushed from her face leaving a pale and frightened expression on her face. She wasn't prepared to die nor we should allow herself to die this dishonorably. Amelia let out a small cry as Cole stepped roughly on her wrist and she dropped her last means of protection. She watched helplessly as he kicked it away from her. She cradled her wrist for a moment before sitting up on the hard wooden floor. Shaking her head, she stood up slowly with her hands raised. Cole followed her every move with the katana. "Thanks asshole," she replied sarcastically in response to his birthday comment. Her hands trembled slightly as she held them in place, keeping her emerald eyes locked on Cole's. A sigh escaped her full lips as she composed herself. Her body became still, yet relaxed, the color slowly came back to her face, and her stare became more penetrating. If she was going to die, it would not be with a look of fear. "Look if you are going to kill me, then just get it over with, Cole. We both know it's rude to play with your prey." She smirked at him dropping her arms. A look of pain crossed her face from moving her wrist. [I]Damn, he shattered it.[/I ] The situation was becoming more and more hopeless. She had sustained two crippling injuries and was now defenseless. She could play on his feelings for her. "Cole, I can help you." She smiled sweetly at him. "Remember the old days? You have my back, I have yours?" She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to flow into memories.

It was dark and raining and the streets were empty. Bodies littered the small alley, and backed against the wall stood a young Amelia. A look of innocence could still be seen in her eyes. It was her first official mission and she had done well, up until this point. A hooded figure had backed her into the alley with no way out and held her at gun point. There was nothing she could do except stand there frightened as she looked death in the eyes. The tears running down her face were washed away by the rain as she prepared to die. The man laughed and just as he was about to pull the trigger, Amelia closed her eyes tightly and waited for the shot, but it didn't come. Slowly she opened her eyes and there was Cole. His face was covered in blood from slashing the man's neck, but he smiled warmly at her. Her eyes widened in amazement. How had he found her? If the Order found out he had helped her, they would kill them both. Just as she was walking toward him, another man appeared behind him ready to repay him for his friend's death. Amelia quickly pulled a throwing knife from her pocket and threw it forcefully at the man's head. It hit him right between the eyes and he fell to the ground with a thud. Cole looked shocked and then he and Amelia both laughed nervously. After a few moments of release, she looked at him and said, "I have your back...if you have mine." She was 16 at the time and she looked up to Cole, maybe even loved him...it's always hard to tell at that age.

Her eyes opened slowly. "Remember?" She hoped he'd remember and wouldn't kill her, but that would only happen if he was the same Cole who saved her life all those years ago.

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He smirked at her after hearing her words again. Seeing her smile made him blush a little bit but he tried his best no to show it in front of her. "Yes, I remember. It was the alleyway, right?" He said with a sigh while quickly rolling over and grabbed her Sai, throwing it at her but not so that it'll stab, so that she could catch it with her other hand. He stood up then spoke while they were at a respectable distance. "That was the night I saw a young lady, transforming into a woman. That's why I saved you." He started walking closer to her while resting his Katana on the floor, raising his hands up, showing her that he had no intent to kill her. "It was dangerous for you to go a mission with little training. I was sent on my first mission at 13." He said with a nod while standing before her, resting his hands upon her shoulders.

He grasped her hand with the Sai in it as he sat it down on the ground, looking at her in the eyes. "I really left because I grew attracted to you and if anyone was to found out..." He let out a soft sigh as he knew that she already knows what he was about to say. "Remember Kim and Lee? When Master found out they were sexing each other. What happened?" He said while backing up from her as he leaned down and grabbed her Sai. "I see you upgraded from those dreadful daggers." He laughed while tossing the Sai from hand to hand, even pointing it towards her as he laughed.

"Come on, let's go get you cleaned up." He said while turning heel and started walking, picking up his Katana in the process. He walked to his hallway closet and grabbed the First Aid Kit.

"So, why did they send you to kill me?" He questioned while hitting a stool for her to sit upon. He then lifted up her shirt, removing his ripped shirt from her back. "This was my favorite shirt." He then took a cotton ball and dipped it in alcohol then dabbed it on the small wound on her back. He knew that he would sting her but it was going to make the wound better. He then placed a big band-aid over the wound then went and grabbed her wrist. "This is a trick I learned from Master." He softly rubbed her wrist then started rubbing harder and harder before twisting it then twisting it back. It was painful at first but when he twisted it back, the pain slowly eases away.

"Better?" He asked with a raised brow.