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Started April 30, 2018 by @icecubes

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why r u relying on me to listen when u didnt even state all the info

I'm silent and still while she spoke. I absorbed every bit of information and attempted to memorize each word as it was said.
"What about living arrangements?" Anubis asked after she ended.
"That will be taken care of for you. Of course, we are low on budget so you will not have the luxury of having different rooms in Europe."
I raise an eyebrow at Anubis, to see his reaction.
"However, while you stay at this facility, you may enjoy the rooms here. Anything else?"
Anubis shakes his head and looks at me, as if I'm supposed to respond.
"What makes you think they're creating a weapon? Do you have an agent on the inside or is it all just conspiracy? Do you have reason to believe they plan to use the weapon on you? What will us going in and stealing from them do to prevent that from happening, especially if it isn't real and we just stole documents from them, giving them a reason to attack us?"

hmm screaming
My steps pause, but I don't turn around. Instead my head falls to the ground.
What the hell is wrong with this kid?
"I don't get involved with the government. Clearly they're just trying to catch us. Thought a smartass like you would see through that."
Though my words indicate I wasn't interested, I don't continue walking; I wait for his reply.

Michelle chuckles. "Jean, I understand this sounds very suspicious, however please do believe we have our own reasoning. We cannot trust you fully with that information, as this is your first job, no? Do not worry about silly semantics, just do as your told, and all will end well. Although, I can tell you that there is another agent on the inside, but they are not skilled in thievery. Great Britain cannot become any more powerful than it already is - any weapon poses as a threat to every nation.
And, they won't attack us. Why? Because you two will do so well, that they will never notice. Right?" She smiles at us, but it wasn't a kind smile. It was threatening. "Okay, bodyguards, go take them to their rooms. We will start training tomorrow morning."
The two of us sat up and shook Michelle's hands. Then, we were led through various hallways until we reached two doors. I tried to memorize where we went as a habit. The guards didn't leave.
"Wait, Jean, come into my room for a bit. We should-" I glanced at the guards, "-chill."

hfie
I took a step closer. "Yeah, that's what I thought too, but I've gotten plenty of fake emails before, FBI pretending to be lost souls. I did some searching and this email isn't like the others. It's straightforward, no hidden tricks, and it's written in a way that seems almost illegal. As if it's not coming from an ambush, but more of a corrupt politician. It's desperate."
Was that convincing enough? I didn't lie. The government was full of corruption. That's not why I know it isn't a trap.

I exhale, feeling threatened by Michelle. Her withholding of information about the mission she expects me to execute was frustrating in of itself, but her passive aggressive indication that she expects nothing but perfection from us-with Anubis on the team? Talk about mission impossible. The body guards lead us to our respective rooms, but Anubis stopped me.
"Wait Jean, come into my room for a bit. We should-" He glances at the guards, as if to communicate something to me. Did he want me to get rid of the guards? Is he serious? I sigh heavily and swallow my pride. I approach Anubis, and as the guards step closer I turn around and raise a defensive hand.
"Hey, actually, could you give us a little…privacy?" I wink suggestively at the guards, causing them to roll their eyes and turn to walk away.
"Ya might wanna cover your ears, he screams loud!" I mutter at the guard before he left.
I turn to Jean, my expression a complete contrast than the one I had when looking at the guards.
"What do you want." I ask in a more demanding tone than a questioning one.

Hmmm suddenly jean doesn't wanna call him anny
I shake my head at him, hearing him coming closer, but not reacting just yet. I think about Anubis's capabilities. He is smart, so he wouldn't have even brought this up if he had the slightest doubts, right? I turn around to face him.
"Do you know what we have to do?"

My face was like >:O the entire time.

I could not believe my ears. That is not what I meant at all. In fact, I didn't even think of saying anything to the guards, I just wanted to be secretive. Damn, I have to get him back later. In pure anger, I ripped the door open, motioning Jean inside. "Small dicks first!"
He walks into the rather large room. The theme was monotone, classy marble counter tops matched with dark brown wood. A window in place for a wall allowed a wondrous view of the city. The room was basically a mini penthouse.
"You know, there are a million other excuses you could have made. Are you just that into me, babe?" I smirk, prepared to shield myself in case he threw something at me. Tch, for the record, I do not scream loud.
blah blah jean says something and kills anubis,,,, (this is where u can break the convo or whaterver)
"Anyways, I do not trust Michelle one bit, but we can't really back out of it now, so let's just do what we can, okay?"

"You know, there are a million other excuses you could have made." I roll my eyes and enter the room examining the interior design as Anubis continues.
"Are just that into me, babe?"
Without saying anything, I curl my hand into a fist and swing it around me, socking Anubis in the cheek. After rubbing my knuckles, I give Anubis time to recover.
"You had something important to say?"
"Anyways," He pauses, giving me a glare. "I do not trust Michelle one bit, but we can't really back out of it now, so let's just do what we can, okay?"
I agree, Michelle is shady. I plan on taking her words with a grain of salt anyway. I raise my eyebrows at Anubis' retort of our inability to back out.
"And who's fault is that?"

I rub my cheek, pouting, "You fucking agreed to it, don't forget that, GG."

time skip to the next morning lmao
The knocking on my door continued for a solid five minutes. It's just a dream, Anubis.
Wait. No, it isn't.
I jumped up and ripped the door open to see the bodyguards from yesterday. The shorter one spoke, "It's time for training. We will show you to the weapon room. Wake up your friend and meet us at the end of the hallway."
I rolled my eyes, ready to beat up Jean for the comment yesterday. Now the damn guards think we're gay or something. Gross.
I open Jean's door without knocking. Oh, wonderful, he's still asleep. I grab the first thing I see, a cup full of pens, and chuck it at Jean's head. "Wakey wakey!"

I awake with a start swinging my hands for a few seconds. My eyes are blurry and my head dizzy as they slowly grow into focus. The face of the devil looked me in the eyes with an ass-eating smirk.
"Fucking hell, Anubis! You really wanna test me further after yesterday?"
I'm already sitting upright on the bed, my legs swung over to hang down the side. I rub my face groggily and grab my hairband, put my hair up into the man-bun.
"What do you want?" I mutter as I stand up and grab my dark gray sweater, putting it on while considering shoving a dresser in front of the door to keep Anubis out next time.

Jean wakes up, stupidly punching the air. "We're being shown to the weapon room, so hurry up."
I leave the room with Jean following suit. The bodyguards begin to walk as soon as they see us coming. They somehow lead us through the maze of corridors, going a different direction from yesterday. We end up at a large gym type room, filled with target practice, and weapons.
So many different types of gear.
Holy shit.
Immediately, I rush to the wall of swords. My fingers run over each and every one, feeling the smooth metals against my skin. There was a myriad of select types. I doubt Britain workers even needed weapons, so practicing with a sword would render useless. I watched as Jean wandered towards the knives. Gazing at the gun section, I headed to that part of the room.
A familiar voice called from behind. "Each gun you see there is perfectly silent. We have created technology to cancel out the sound waves and make killing more stealthier than ever. Of course, this must be kept a secret, no?" I turned my head to greet Michelle.
I eyed a 9mm semi-automatic handgun, specifically made for all hands. I picked it up with my left hand and walked to the target. With an outstretched, rather shaky arm, I aimed for the head of the metal human cutout and pulled the trigger. I wildly missed, having not shot a gun in years. The bullet didn't even hit the target.
"Well." I muttered in frustration, dropping the gun at my side.

I refrain a chuckle as Michelle watches in disappointment, but musters up a smile nonetheless.
It's a good thing we're training. I think to myself as I grab a throwing knife.
"Don't worry, miss." I call out to Michelle from across the room. I grip the throwing knife and hold it up, pointing it at Anubis and making eye contact with him. I launch the knife in his direction, adding a slight spin to it so that the handle will be facing him when it reaches him. On instinct, Anubis catches the knife directly in front of his face. I smirk at his achievement and turn back to Michelle.
"He's not completely helpless. He's got a few tricks up his sleeve, and he might not even realize it." I look back over at Anubis, who's just now realizing what just happened.

anubis cried 4ever

omg this is so weird I’m on my phone bye

"Don't worry, miss," Jean says. What is he planning? Oh, fuck. Is he just going to show off? That he's clearly stronger than me? Jean picks up a knife and locks eyes with me, smoothly throwing the weapon. I habitually caught the knife with my non-dominant hand. I wasn't sure if I was more shocked at my apparently-up-to-date skills, or the fact that Jean helped redeem me.
"He's not completely helpless. He's got a few tricks up his sleeve, and he might not even realize it." I squinted at Jean, wondering if he was truly being sincere, or if he was patronizing me.
"I'm just rusty. Haven't shot with a gun since-" I stopped myself. Since you killed Jean's family? My eyes flickered towards Jean accidentally. "-well, a long time." I placed the gun and the knife down, searching for any other weapon. I came across golden ninja stars and golden brass knuckles. Casually I put on the knuckles with a smirk. "Jean, it's your turn to show off your skills. Do something." I look over to Michelle. "GG here is really strong, I swear."

Anubis exhales as he takes in what just happened. He squinted at me, as if I didn't just redeem his ass.
"I'm just rusty. Haven't shot with a gun since-" He pauses and looks at me, his eyes flicker with the events those years ago. Has he really not fired a gun since then? Has it been that long? He continues, attempting to brush off the silence.
"-well, a long time." He places the gun and knife down, picks up some brass knuckles and puts it on, grinning.
"Jean, it's your turn to show off your skills."
As if I didn't just do that.
"Do something."
I roll my eyes and grab a handful of knives then throw them all at Anubis's face haha!

okay im time skipping uhhhhhhhhhh

I fumble at the tie in an attempt to tighten it as I sigh heavily. It's been a long day of training, which mostly consisted of Michelle explaining what we should focus on and where we should train more on because we're not "as adapt" at certain fields. She said in a few weeks we'll do the mock missions in which we'll try to sneak in through a building that they secured and filled with guards and retrieve the specific item. She explained the rules of how they'll grade us, but I knew Anubis stopped listening within seconds. Even if he was listening, he would probably break the rules anyway.

I look at myself in the mirror, fix my bun, and leave to the hall, following the guard to the dining hall.
I wonder if Anubis is there already.

I opened the door to the dining hall, slightly anxious for the first dinner here. I had absolutely no table manners. Michelle was sitting on one end, and a few other strangers in suits. I sighed in relief, as I wore a dark maroon button up and a white tie. Jean walked in behind me
"Take a seat, boys! These are some men specialized in the Britain Project," Michelle waved to the empty chairs on her left as she introduced the men to us. "I was just telling them about how excited I am that I chose you two for this project. Talent is just reeking off of you!" I smiled at her, wondering if she told them we were ex-hitmen.
"Thank you, ma'am. We're thankful for the opportunity," I sat down next to Michelle, with Jean on my right. My eyes wandered to the food on table. Exquisite, expensive, looking dishes scattered across the table. It felt a little surreal. Even the silverware was glimmering. I inhaled sharply, feeling slightly intimidated by the fancy men and fancy food and - oh god, I've never dealt with this before. I gazed over at Jean, watching what he would do.

I straighten my tie, attempting to smoothly tighten it again as I follow Anubis to the chairs and take a seat, nodding in greeting to the men across from us as I scoot my chair in.
"So, who will be asking the questions, then?" I begin, eyeing Michelle and then Anubis. I understand they might expect me to have questions for them about the details of the mission, but they might have questions for us about the details of, well, us. I notice Anubis is looking at the food and I wonder if he's too hungry to take this seriously. Although, I did notice he cleaned himself up a bit, which gives me hope. I wonder if he's nervous around these people, but there's really no way to tell with him.
I heave a sigh and attempt to shake the thoughts out of my head as I focus on the task at hand. Do I feel an obligation to impress these people? Would it really matter at this point?

Everyone already started eating. I put extremely small amounts of food on my plate, scared of embarrassment. A tall man across from Jean begins to talk, "Where did you two meet? How did you manage to acquire these specific skills? Michelle is very secretive when it comes to recruited men."
I rub my scar on my forehead unconsciously, wondering how much I should tell them. Michelle watches us curiously. "We were childhood friends. Met at a church camp and bonded over the fact that it was pure torture. Uh, we were 10 at the time, I don't mean to offend any religious people here. Anyways, we've been friends since then. How we got these skills, we were boys, and were super interested in being heroes or those cool stunt guys in movies." I decided to lie, remembering how the tall man mentioned that Michelle didn't explain us. "We're really determined people, so the skills really developed." I shoved a small piece of steak into my mouth, indicating I was finished talking.
A chubby, intimidating woman, the only one besides Michelle at the table, asked the next question. "This job may require murder. Are you mentally prepared for that?"
I smile and turn to GG. "Jean, why don't you take this one?"

I nearly choke on my food. Caught off guard, I cough once but disguise it as clearing my throat, then take a sip of water.
I exchange glances with Michelle, then the men. I wonder if Michelle knows.
I look at Anubis, eyeing his stiffness.
"Anubis and I have been through several mixtures of guilt and loss in our lives. We're grown men."
I take another sip of my water and await another question.
"So what are your experiences on the matter? What jobs have you taken that might have prepared you for this case?"
I wasn't even paying attention to who that came from, but I quickly attempt to come up with an acceptable answer.
"Many side jobs, cases with detectives, various field work, you know, things like that." I murmur, nudging Anubis for backup.

Jean nudges me, but my mind was just as blank as his. I felt like I was at a job interview, you know, apart from the fact that I have the job. I opened my mouth to talk, but closed it when Michelle's voice broke in. "Don't worry, I made sure these men were well prepared for the operation. Let's discuss more important matters, shall we?"
I relaxed a little, but one question still lingered in the back of my head. Why were we picked even though she knew of our situation? That we were murderers?
The men eyed us suspiciously, but obeyed Michelle. They talked for what seemed like hours, occasionally asking Jean and I some questions. I had already long finished my food. Consequently, I absentmindedly sipped from my glass of wine, to which they kept refilling. And refilling. By the end of the dinner, I began to feel a little tipsy.
Everyone stood up and shook each other's hands. Oh, did I catch the hiccups? I smiled and said a formal goodbye to everyone, then proceeded to shake hands with Jean. Why am I..? "Thank you!" I tried to suppress random spurts of giggles by biting my lips. Finally all the men left the room, leaving only a confused Jean and me.

we're here

Consequently, I absentmindedly sipped from my glass of wine, to which they kept refilling. And refilling. By the end of the dinner, I began to feel a little tipsy. The more I drank, the more anxious I grew. I had slightly been hoping if I drank more wine, I'd end up just giggly, but this was not the case. As everyone stood up to shake each other's hands, paranoia started to get a hold of me and I couldn't breathe. I was suddenly aware of my entire body. Did they know I was a killer? Is my demeanor giving it away right now? Am I shaking? Has Jean noticed? Is he really here? Should I take another sip of wine? Maybe the giggly stage just hasn't come yet. Right? Right? Did I just hiccup? Do they realize I'm drunk? Do they find me unprofessional? Maybe I fucked up the entire job. Can I leave? Should I leave first? Is that bad manners?
Throughout all these thoughts, I ended up shaking hands with everybody, leaving only a confused Jean and me.

The discussion went on for longer than I had liked, but it ended with formal goodbyes and hand shaking. I look over to Anubis, noticing that he's slowly growing more drunk as the night progresses. As we stand up, Anubis struggles to hold himself up. I lean into him and whisper,
"Anubis, I swear to God, you couldn't have waited until after the dinner?" Anubis responded by shaking my hand, causing me to wonder if he even heard me. After all the men had left, Anubis gave up resisting his giggles as he took another drink from his wine. I quickly grab the cup and carefully set it onto the table, out of Anubis' reach.
"Okay, you've had enough. You've embarrassed me enough, you don't get anymore." I sigh a huff at Anubis as I look at him, oddly enough never really seeing him in such a state as this.

mmmm i ain't goot no tyPe
I listen closely to Michelle's words to the other men as the dinner went on, occasionally eyeing the waiters refill Anubis's wineglass. Why'd they have to do that? Can't they see Anubis has had enough? I sigh heavily and do as much of the talking as I can to avoid Anubis having to answer any questions, as he slowly grows more and more paranoid. He starts fidgeting, rubbing his arms nervously, and eyes shifted around the table. After the dinner finally finished, and we shook hands with everyone, I turn around to Anubis, who was barely holding himself up. By the time everyone left, his demeanor nearly broke. I snatch his cup and set it away from his reach.
"The hell is wrong with you?" I utter, squinting my eyes at him.

I grab the first cup in front of me that was full of water, and downed that, hoping it would make me slightly sober. "Sorry, babe!" I said, stumbling back to our room without waiting for Jean. The bodyguards did not lead us, figuring that we knew where to go now. Thank god I took the time to memorize the messy corridors.
Inside my room, I noticed it was only 12 o'clock. Good, I can still read, I thought. With that, I grabbed the book and water bottle on my nightstand and headed out onto the balcony. We were 34 floors above the ground. The view of the Washington was nothing special. A few green trees with short, white buildings scattered amongst the area. This must have been the tallest building here. The air was slightly humid, with a little breeze rushing through my hair. I fell onto the chair, unsure if I could pay attention to a book. I took another swig of water, when I heard the balcony door from Jean's room open.

hfsihef
"The hell is wrong with you?" he scolds, ripping the drink out of my hand
I started to get dizzy. Did I really drink that much? Am I going to die? Should I get water? Will that help? Am I alone? Is it just Jean and I? Right?
"I'm really sorry, Jean, I'm sorry, I just, oh man," I stutter out, stumbling back slightly. I reach a hand out to the chair to stable myself. Stable. Just, stay stable. Walk back to the room. Can I walk back? I'm not stable. Jean? Would he help me? No, he hates me. He'd never. Ever. Or would he? I can't breathe. Or can I? Just breathe? "I'm sorry. Can you, help me up to the room?" Why did I ask that? I'm perfectly capable of walking up. No? I'm not? I just don't want to burden Jean more? Oh, my god, I'm going to throw up. No, just nauseous. I fucked up?

I sigh heavily as I approach the balcony railing, leaning my elbows on the top as I gaze up at the sky. Being this high, with not much light surrounding us, the stars were slightly more visible than they would be in the city, giving me a nice view. After sitting down onto the chair, I pull out a cigarette and light it, inhaling the fumes as I look back up into the sky, exhaling the smoke into the stars. Today has been a long day, I needed a smoke.
Anubis…well I guess I can't blame him for half the things he gets into. I notice I've blamed him for everything lately, but I can't really help it when he's been the root of my biggest problems, every time. I want to blame him for missing the shot this morning at training, but my realization that he hadn't fired a gun since he killed my family makes it hard for me to be mad at him. I want to blame him for getting drunk in front of the men that Michelle introduced us to, but the more I thought about the situation, the more I realized Anubis was nervous and had his reasons. I want to blame Anubis, but I can't.

anubis u drunk babey

I roll my eyes as Anubis struggles to hold himself up, latching onto the nearby chairs as he shakes his head nervously.
"I'm sorry," He mumbles, "Can you help me up to the room?" I stress-fully rub my temples before moving to stand next to Anubis, holding him up as we start to walk out.
"Okay, but that doesn't mean I forgive you for getting shit-faced in front of these people. You dragged me into this in the first place."
I lead him down the hall, listening to his grumbling about nearly throwing up as I sigh heavily. Why am I doing this for him? He should learn his lesson. Though, I could tell he was the anxious drunk right now, and I didn't want to leave him like that. It'd fuck him up too much, and I can't mess this job up. That's why I'm doing this.

I eyed Jean carefully as he puffed out a string of smoke. The wind blew the cigarette fumes towards me, enveloping the air around us. He didn't seem to notice me. His scrunched up face told me Jean was deep in thought, but I wondered what he was thinking of. How was he, without me and his family? There had to have been some regret cutting me off like that. There was for me. I tried to stop taking matters into my own hands, but clearly, that hasn't worked out for me whatsoever.
I decided to break the silence, letting Jean know of my presence. "You're here, too, your royal highness? What in the world could be on your mind right now?" That wasn't what I wanted to say at all, but the wine was still controlling my system. However, I couldn't bring myself to drink more water.

GAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
I heard what Jean said, but I didn't really process it. Should I have? Did he say something important? Eventually we arrived at our rooms and Jean helped me open my door before leaving me in my room. I stumbled over to my counter top and grab a bottle of water. I gulp down the whole bottle in hopes it would sober me up. Would it? This water isn't poisoned right? No, they can't poison me. We made a deal. Right? Should I have made the deal? Should I have lied to Jean? Did I lie to Jean? What am I talking about? My lighter. Get my lighter.
I reach into my pocket and flick the little thing on. A flame erupts from the container, which isn't enough to completely disperse my anxiety, but it was enough to stop the overflowing thoughts slightly. I couldn't set anything on fire, and I knew that.
With that, I shoved the lighter in my pocket and grabbed the water bottle, stepping out onto the balcony. We were 34 floors above the ground. The view of the Washington was nothing special. A few green trees with short, white buildings scattered amongst the area. This must have been the tallest building here. The air was slightly humid, with a little breeze rushing through my hair. I fell onto the chair, flicking the lighter on again. I took another swig of water, when I heard the balcony door from Jean's room open.

My eyes fall onto Anubis. How long has he been there? I sigh and sit down onto my chair. I give Anubis a bit of silence to think about what he just said before I respond.
"What do you think?" I snap coldly, placing the cigarette in my mouth and breathing in as I close my eyes slowly, attempting to exhale all the stress with the smoke through my nostrils. Again, I'm being cold to Anubis, but it's not like he doesn't deserve it. The man doesn't even have one thought before he acts, he's still a child. It frustrates me, and I often wonder if there's a reason for that.

heat resistant 400F
I sigh heavily as I approach the balcony railing, leaning my elbows on the top as I gaze up at the sky. Being this high, with not much light surrounding us, the stars were slightly more visible than they would be in the city, giving me a nice view. After sitting down onto the chair, I pull out a cigarette and light it, inhaling the fumes as I look back up into the sky, exhaling the smoke into the stars. Today has been a long day, I needed a smoke.
Anubis…well I guess I can't blame him for half the things he gets into. I notice I've blamed him for everything lately, but I can't really help it when he's been the root of my biggest problems, every time. I want to blame him for missing the shot this morning at training, but my realization that he hadn't fired a gun since he killed my family makes it hard for me to be mad at him. I want to blame him for getting drunk in front of the men that Michelle introduced us to, but the more I thought about the situation, the more I realized Anubis was nervous and had his reasons. I want to blame Anubis, but I can't. Am I afraid to blame him?

I giggle uncontrollably at his usual cold response. "I'm getting this vibe that you're awfully stressed. You know what you need? A good book. And maybe a bath. Why are you stressed anyways? Life is perfect!" I slurred, getting up to lean over the side of the, facing Jean. My arms stretched over the small gap between my terrace and his. Truly, I was lying through my teeth. Life was far from perfect. It was in a car about to fall off a cliff, the slightest movement could mean the end. But, I guess I wasn't alone in the car. Jean was there too, except he wants to murder me.

hey
I eyed Jean carefully as he puffed out a string of smoke. The wind blew the cigarette fumes towards me, enveloping the air around us. He didn't seem to notice me. His scrunched up face told me Jean was deep in thought, but I wondered what he was thinking of. I wondered what he was ever thinking of. He never seemed to let me know, but I learned to figure out his emotions without having him tell me, at least, the very few emotions he let himself feel.
I decided to break the silence, letting Jean know of my presence. "How did it happen, Jean? When did you start to murder?"

I roll my eyes at Anubis, leaning over the balcony to me.
"I'm getting this vibe that you're awfully stressed."
I wonder who's fault that is.
"You know what you need? A good book. And maybe a bath. Why are you stressed anyways? Life is perfect!"
Angry, I stand up and start yelling.
"Christ's sake, Anubis! No it's not, and you know that! You've made my life a living hell and now you have the audacity to come back and try to make things better, but you can't! You fuck everything up, Anubis, you can't do anything without screwing it all up! You can't even fuck up my life without screwing me up so I can't even blame you! Christ, Anubis."

how did u start murder, jean
Upon hearing his voice, I feel my heart drop. How long had he been there? How long did he know I was here? I lean back in the chair and put my hands behind my head, making sure to be careful with the cigarette.
"Started out as a petty fight with a stranger." I utter, looking to the ground as I remember the scene. Her voice, begging him to leave her alone. His demanding and loud words. I couldn't stand it.
"It quickly escalated, but the stud was weaker than I thought. That girl had nothing to be afraid of." I inhale another whiff of smoke as I turn to Anubis, eyeing him as he listened.
"I thought she was going to turn me in, but instead she handed me a handful of cash."
I study Anubis's face. I wish I could turn the question back onto him, but I already knew the answer.

I may have been drunk, but my feelings were still there, and boy-oh-boy were they just stepped on!
But, he was right. He was beyond right, and that's what hurt most. And nothing I could do would make him feel better, or make me feel better. I fucked up and continued to fuck up and the best thing I could possibly do was leave. But, I can't. We were bound by a contract, and who knows how long it would be until I could leave.
Is leaving the right answer? Do I leave Jean again, for the second time? Do friends leave each other?
"I know." I managed to say. I turned around and sat against the railing. I was a coward for not facing Jean, but I couldn't bring myself to show him the random tears that left my eyes. I couldn't bring myself to wipe them either. "I am sorry, Jean. Really."

exxy
So, he started by saving a girl getting harassed, huh? Typical.
"How heroic," I muttered, tossing the lighter gently up and down. I took another sip of water, eyes flickering to Jean whose smoke spiraling out irks me. "You know, I'm kind of proud. You haven't been caught yet. You must be good."
I didn't doubt Jean's ability, but knowing he never had to experience prison provided me with relief. Thank god.

I can feel my heart pumping fast, filling me with rage, and once I realized it, I realized what I had said.
"I know." Anubis muttered, turning around to sit and lean against the railing. There was a moment of silence as the words that came out of my mouth finally processed in my mind.
"I am sorry, Jean. Really." His words float into the air and hang there, banging against my mind and causing a headache. Especially considering the broken voice that came with the words; something I've never heard before, and probably don't ever want to hear again. I'm still as a statue as I look painfully at Anubis's back. I rub my face and run my fingers through my hair, sighing heavily. After a few moments of silence I put out the cigarette and toss it into the trash.
"I know you are." I mutter as I walk back inside to my room, closing the balcony door and getting ready for bed.

happy new years
"You haven't been caught yet. You must be good." Anubis utters, tossing his lighter up and down as he gazes at me. I shrug and tilt my head back to stare at the stars. My eyelids grew a little heavy, making me realize how exhausting the day was.
"You of all people would know my ability to conceal."
I sigh, sticking the cigarette into my mouth and turning away from Anubis.

The door shut behind me. I pulled my knees up to my chest and hid my head with my arms. The wine settled, leaving my body aching to the point where I couldn't stand up, so I passed out on the balcony.

I woke up shivering with a major headache. Hangovers were high on my list of things to stay away from, but clearly, I failed. I pulled myself up, despite every muscle in my body screaming not to. The book and the water bottle were left outside.
As soon as I crashed onto my bed, an irritating knock sounded on my door. I groaned and opened the door to the bodyguards. "It's language day. Get the other guy up. End of hallway." They looked at me weirdly, and I realized I was still wearing the same clothes. Too late to change now.
I have to wake Jean up again?
Yes, you shouldn't show off your emotions like that, Anubis. Go be cheerful.
I crept into Jean's room, throwing a tv remote this time.

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"You of all people would know my ability to conceal," Jean replied, tilting his head up.
I chuckled, following his gaze up to the sky.
"Good point," I scoffed. It's silent for a moment. I lean onto the bars, the bars that are so cold they burn into my skin. What the fuck happened to us? Why did we end up here? Cold-blooded killers? Everything was fine, until… I blinked, and a tear slipped down my cheeks.
I turn to Jean, breathing shakily. "I'm so fucking sorry."

I woke up with the sudden realization that Anubis probably knows how to pick a lock. Angry and tired, I grab the remote that fell next to me and throw it back in Anubis' direction, rubbing my head as I grab for my hair tie, putting my hair up again, not bothering to brush it this time. I grab a gray button-up and leave, following the guards to the room. Anubis had already left, so he was sitting in the room, with Michelle and another lady, probably the one who is going to teach us what we need to know. I sigh heavily and take a seat next to Anubis.

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"I'm so fucking sorry." Anubis whispers under his breath, but still loud enough for me to hear. Many thoughts ran through my head. What was he apologizing for? I could probably guess, but the problem is there were too many guesses for me to pinpoint what it could be. I furrow my brow and tilt my head back to look at him, curiosity layering my expression.
"For what?" I utter, my breath in my response accompanied by smoke.