2. McCaul street

The wind howls outside. The cat walks around restlessly in the room. Elisa turns and turns in bed.

The scene repeats itself in front of her eyes every single time she closes them. She knew it would. Her whole childhood she got dreams of her parents laying on the ground next to her, dead. Even now they still return once in a while. It's haunting.

Everything about Elisa's old life is, actually. It was full of training how to kill, training how to survive in the most horrible ways, time-travel, and more training how to kill. Nothing was even close to normal about it.

Oh, how many times she wished for a normal cup of tea in the morning. But she wasn't allowed to drink tea. The handler loathed tea. Whiskey was it for her. Of course, little Elisa wasn't allowed to drink the alcoholic substance. Coffee it was.

She had to be strong and awake.

She had to be an assassin.

Even though she was trained to be one, she never succeeded to truly be one. Fighting, oh, no one can win when she's focussed. Fighting isn't the problem. She's good at that. It's the killing part.

She. Cannot. Kill. A. Single. Person. Well, after her parents' death.

Elisa doesn't mind that she never could kill. It showed her a path that lead to this life. It opened a whole new world for her, and one that is normal.

Everything is normal now. The cat, Francis. Her girlfriend that doesn't suspect a thing about Elisa her past life. And the student room. It isn't big, but not small, either. It's mostly white, and full of paintings and drawings made by Morgana. Elisa loves it. She loves this life.

That's why she's so afraid to lose it.

Morgana's arm curls around Elisa's waist, making Elisa smile and even forget her worries for a minute while admiring the gorgeous girl next to her.

Morgana and her met not long after she fled. It was a rainy day, but not like earlier this evening, and Morgana was just out partying with her friends at a frat party. Elisa, not having had partied even once in her life, didn't even know what a frat party was back then, but saw a house full of people and lights, and had to go there.

It was an amazing evening and night. Elisa danced, got drunk for the very first time, and finally communicated with people her own age.

The sweaty bodies touched hers as she twirled around and around. She still remembers the evening and night vaguely, but does know that it was absolutely splendid. She felt free.

Morgana stumbled before her, ruining the only dress she possessed. Morgana felt so awful, kept apologizing.

"It's all right," Elisa had laughed it off, but Morgana wasn't having any of it. She was determined to make it up. That's why they went to a cosy café the next day.

Elisa didn't have much, almost nothing. She had to sneak in people's houses in order to steal clothes, other handy things, and to take baths and douches. It was far from a perfect life, but again, she felt more free than ever before.

With a stolen but fitting jeans and an old sweatshirt that she was never allowed to wear, Elisa met Morgana there. They had fun; they talked about Morgana's art, talked about the night before (about how they both didn't remember much), about all normal things.

It meant the world to both of them when they went on another rendez-vous. After that one, they saw each other more and more. Now they're renting a student room together. Now Elisa has to pretend like she wasn't trained to be a killer.

"Psshhh," A hand pushes Elisa aside in a playful way, waking her up. "I've got to go already."

"What?" Elisa groans, waking up fully immediately after hearing those words. "Why?"

"Because it's already eight am! You did not want to wake up earlier," Morgana chuckles. Elisa opens one eye to take in her girlfriend. Morgana wears a dark blue sweater with a long black skirt.

"That's not true," Elisa protests, already realizing how true it is when she says the words. She could not sleep last night. She thought of everything. Worried about everything. "Okay, it might be."

A frown gets placed on Morgana's forehead. She sits down on the double bed, next to Elisa.

"You turned quite a lot," she starts. "I was worried."

Elisa remembers Morgana's arm sneaking around her waist. Mor knew that she was scared and worried. The action calmed her immensely, just like Morgana knew it would.

"I've got a rough day today," she shrugs it off, not completely lying. "I'm okay."

"Well, come to me if there's something, okay?"

"Okay."

With that, Mor leaves the apartment after a quick peck on Elisa's cheek. They'll see each other again in the evening in a pub where they're meeting up with friends. But today Elisa decides to skip. She's too worried, too distressed. She won't be able to pay attention, she knows that. Might as well try to calm down instead of getting more and more stressed.

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"Drink up Sam!" Lucas giggles loudly, already completely wasted even though the friends haven't even entered the pub yet. He puts a shot in Elisa's hands.

"I'll wait a little while longer," she shakes her head, making Lucas groan in protest. Jude and David continue giggling, also already wasted but less wasted than Lucas.

Tess rolls her eyes while grinning. "Let her be," she tells the others. "She's waiting for her boo."

"I am," Elisa admits, grinning with Tess. "She's late."

"Can't we just go inside already?" Lucas asks, trying the puppy eyes method. "I'm freezing to death."

"You won't die so easily Luc," Elisa playfully slaps his arm.

She knows he won't die so easily because she's been there. She's been trained by the handler her entire life. And that meant the craziest methods you could ever hear of. There were moments when Elisa thought she wouldn't survive the training. That was it. She did survive them, obviously. And now that she thinks of it, they did make her stronger. She isn't vulnerable anymore. She doesn't need others their help.

"I'm very close, though," Lucas exclaims, laying his hand on his chest.

"Well, go inside," Elisa forces the corners of her lips to curl up. "I'll call Mor."

"Are you sure?" Tess asks her, sounding unconvinced. But Elisa can see that Tess is cold. They all are, except for Elisa. So she nods, and all the others head inside, leaving Elisa alone on the side of the street.

With a sigh, Elisa grabs her phone out of her pocket. She's been able to pay the device by stealing little amounts of money in every house she sneaked in. It was never much. The owners of the houses wouldn't miss the amount of money. No, Elisa made sure of that.

Morgana has never been late, not without calling or sending a message. Elisa hasn't gotten anything yet. No call. No single message.

Normally Elisa wouldn't be worried. She knows Mor always comes to her. But not today. Today she's been distressed the entire day. After yesterday's events, she hasn't been able to get the assassin out of her head.

Her fingers tap on the screen, quicker than ever before. Where is she, Elisa thinks.

Fortunately, the call gets accepted immediately, making Elisa let out a breath she has been holding.

"Sam?" Morgana's voice sounds. Sam, Elisa's new name. It's an okay name. Elisa likes it.

"Yes," Elisa says. "Where are you? You're pretty late."

"I'm a few streets away," Morgana tells her. "But-" She trails off. It's quiet then, no voices are heard. Only Morgana's steps through the rain puddles are audible.

Starting to panic, Elisa presses the phone hard against her ear.

"I think I'm being followed," Morgana whispers through the phone.

"What?" Elisa's eyes widen immediately. "Give me the exact name of the street you're in. I'm coming."

Elisa can and will fight. She won't let anything happen to Mor. Not on her behalf.

"McCaul street. Come quick, please." Is the last thing Mor says before laying off the call.

And that's all it takes. Elisa doesn't go in the pub to say something to the others. She turns her back on all that. Only Morgana counts now.

She takes off in a run. Her heartbeat is already immensely quick when she starts to sprint. It isn't far. Just a few streets. If Elisa can continue running like this, then she'll be there on time. She'll be with Morgana in no-time.

Without any hesitation, Elisa sprints through the dark streets, through the rain. There's almost no one else on the streets. Of course not, it's already late. Everyone is having dinner with their family or friends or alone. But inside.

Elisa arrives in the street. There are some street lanterns flickering, giving her the most frightening feeling. She isn't frightened for herself. Oh no, she can handle everyone that attacks her. She's frightened for Morgana.

She throws her now dripping wet hair behind her shoulders. There's no one close to her, not that she can see.

"Mor?" she calls while catching her breath.

No response comes. There's no Morgana calling back.

"Are you here, Mor?" Elisa's voice shakes and her lips tremble. "Mor?"

Again, no response comes.

There Elisa stands, soaked and calling for her girlfriend that is not here.

With shaking hands, she grabs her phone once again. With shaking hands, she calls Morgana once again.

But this time Morgana does not take the call.

Instead, Morgana's phone its beeping sound sounds from the other side of the street. Swallowing, Elisa crosses the road while keeping her eyes well open.

The device lays there, on the sidewalk. It's a miracle that the phone is still working. The rain could've shut it down completely.

With her hands now shaking heavily, Elisa grabs the phone. While tears are already starting to fill her eyes, she looks around. There's no sign of Morgana. There's no sign of anyone. No one is here.

She is too late.

Her eyes focus on the ground beneath her feet. If she has been attacked, if the assassin took her then there must be blood.

But with the rain there's no way to be completely sure if there was a murder here. If there was blood, it's already washed away. It's already gone.

Elisa falls down on her knees, not minding the rain anymore because she's already soaked, while fresh tears fill her eyes. She's too late. Morgana is not here. Not anymore.

Her whole life she was trained to be strong, to be unbreakable. The handler would be pissed if she'd know that this action broke Elisa in just a fraction of a second. But maybe that was her goal. Maybe the handler had found Elisa after all. Maybe it was all a game in her mind.

Then, as if something changed, Elisa stands up. Nothing changes around her, but inside it does. The sadness is still there, but she's using it to become stronger. To become the murderer the handler always wanted her to become.

"Mor," Elisa breathes. "I will kill the assassin that laid a finger on you. I will kill him."

How? Elisa has not a single clue. She doesn't even know who the assassin is. But one thing she does know; she will find him.

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Okay I'm so so so excited for you all to read the next chapters! Woohoo! Action ! Action ! Oh! And long chapters !