Hey! We had to write a short story for English in school, and I really liked what I came up with so I decided to put it up here... a one shot. Kind of like a one night stand, except without the hangover... lol. Just thought of that suddenly. Well, enjoy... please reveiw and tell me what you think!

KATEY'S ANGEL OF DEATH

The air hung thick and blatant around Cameron as he drove his sleek black Aston Martin V12 Vanquish down 15th avenue in Carson City, Nevada. The soft glow of his headlights pierced the darkness of the road as he made his way to house number 12680.
It was midnight, the black velvet of the sky unperturbed by the stars of night- the work of the bright city lights and smog deeper into the city.
Number 12680 had no lights illuminating its interior. However, Cameron could tell by the lights of the tall street lamps that the house was coated with a light blue paint, a small set of stairs led to a whitewashed porch, and farther on, a wooden door with diamond shaped windows. A silver Honda Civic Hybrid was parked in the driveway.
Cameron averted his green-eyed gaze from the house to a small slip of paper in his hands as he deftly parked the car- silently- across the street from 12680.
Katey Van Alberict- age 22. Her boyfriend is Sergei Winters- he is a culprit of not ‘paying up’ at the proper time he should have. We gave him another chance, but he refused. We contemplated just kidnapping his girlfriend, Katey, but we figured a ‘mysterious murder’ would be the more apt way to tell him to pay again. If he doesn’t… you’ll probably see the name ‘Sergei’ on your list next. Do not be seen. Do not hesitate.
-L.S
Cameron felt his face melt into a mask of revulsion. He hated working for the L.S.
L.S.… Loan Sharks…
He hated people telling his what to do, how, when, and why. It was too uniform for one such as Cameron, who longed to we wild and free to do what he liked to whom, how, when, and why. But it wasn’t as if Cameron could help it. He had worked for the Loan Sharks for so long now, that if he ran for it, they would search for him and kill him when they found him.
Shaking away these thoughts, and the cold metal of his silver revolver with a silencer pressed against the warm skin of his side, Cameron slipped out of the car, not making a sound.
The night was silent. No wind, like the calm before the storm. Cameron casually flicked his dark brown hair out of his eyes. He mounted the steps quickly on nimble feet, taking a thin lock-picker out of the pocket of his black leather coat, the bottom hem of which reached down to his muscular calves. He deftly picked the doorknob’s lock, hearing the satisfying click resound softly in his ear. He turned the knob with utter silence, and entered the house.

The interior of the house was tidy, and furnished by someone with an obvious modern taste. But Cameron had no time to admire the house. He found his way to a carpeted stairway going up to a second level of the house, where, he guessed by the layout of the house, Katey’s bedroom. His intention was to kill the prey as silently as possible. If she gave him trouble, he had easy access to other lethal weapons hidden in various places on his person.

The darkness of the house was not lost upon Cameron, but his superior eyes were well suited to adjust quickly to the black. He pulled a tiny micro-flashlight out of his pocket and flipped the switch on, covering its bright glow with the palm of his hand.

Suddenly, Cameron froze, stricken by an idea that hadn’t occurred to him when he had read the Loan Shark’s order letter. Since when had they used their ‘client’s’ loved ones as targets for revenge? They had never done such a thing since he had worked for the group for the fame and money. But it turned out he had had achieved greater fame working by himself. The momentous crimes of robbery and theft he had committed had risen his name to the top ten most wanted in America. Cameron Suldre- wanted dead or alive! But-

No. He had to think about his job- not the justice principles held in priority by his employers. He had to move on with his assignment. He reached the top of the stairs.

Casting a furtive glance around, Cameron crept toward the only door that was closed. Passing the other doors, he noted that one was a closet, and the other was a tidy, scrubbed bathroom. He approached the last door, laying a hand on the cold metal knob.

He thought of how odd it was that the usual adrenaline rush he lived for wasn’t flooding his veins by this time. But he took no notice. Nor did he acknowledge the sick feeling that rose in his gut. He opened the door, and stepped noiselessly inside.
Blackness. Aside from the tidy shaft of light coming from the crack in the shades that covered the small window in the corner of the room, there was no light inside Katey’s bedroom. The shaft of light shone on the bed that was placed next to a small dresser against a wall. There lay Katey, his fifteenth victim. He pulled the gun out from inside his coat.
Katey’s eyes snapped open, instantly alighting on Cameron. Cameron stepped back, still soundless, but his eyes grew wide, startled. Had she been awake after all?
“You’re him, aren’t you?” she said, sitting up in bed. Cameron realized with a start that she was fully dressed in a dark blue sweater and jeans.
“W…Who?” Cameron said, caught off his guard.
“The one who replaced Sergei. You work for the L.S.”
Cameron stared at her.
“You can’t deny it!” Katey said fiercely. “Sergei said it might happen. He said… he said that the one they would replace him with might come… might come and take me… or kill me… I…” She was rambling, Cameron realized. Wasting time. Did she have someone else in the room, waiting for him? He looked around the room quickly, averting his eyes from Katey. The sound of a gun being cocked made him whip his head back around again. Katey held a silver pistol in both hands, its barrel aimed at his heart.
“He told me to be ready.”
Cameron stared at her. Suddenly tears pricked his eyes, a thing that hadn’t happened to him for many years. The gun held in his hands dropped to the carpeted floor with a dull thud.
“I wasn’t going to do either,” he said softly.
“Yes you were,” Katey said harshly. “If you weren’t what were you doing with a gun?” she challenged.
“I was ordered to come here,” Cameron pleaded with her. “Please. No matter what you do here, they will still come after you. You have to get away.”
“I should kill you first.”
“No you shouldn’t.”
“Tell me why.”
“Because I’m the only one who can tell you how to get away from them.”
Katey stopped short. “Why would you do that for me?”
“Because I would never kill someone who had committed no crime,” Cameron said, his heart burning with a fierce resolve.
Katey slowly lowered the gun, setting it slowly on the mattress.
“Where did Sergei go?” Cameron demanded, his gaze intense on Katey’s face. He had to admit that she was stunningly pretty, with her waist length chestnut hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and her bright icy green eyes. How could he have killed such an exquisite girl?
“He left me for another woman a month back.”
Cameron blinked. “Why?”
“Because she has more money to get him… stuff.”

“Drugs?” Cameron inquired.

Katey bowed her head. “Yes.”
“Did you get him drugs when you were… together?”
“Never. That’s why he went to your employers to get money while he still worked for him. When he refused to pay up, they got angry… and that’s why they fired him,” Katey told him.
“I see.”
“How do I get away?” Katey said, wasting no more time.
“Go to Seattle for a while. That’s the last place they’ll look, trust me.”
“How can I trust you?”
“You’ll have to, if you want to live.”

“What’s your name?”
“Cameron. Hurry up and go!”

ONE HOUR LATER

Cameron sighed. The house was empty now, aside for him. And Katey’s cat, a large gray tabby with large yellow eyes. Cameron reached out and stroked the cat’s long fur. The cat rewarded him with a purr, arching its back, rubbing itself along his calf.

I should leave, Cameron thought wearily. Now I need to flee as well. What have I done! They’ll never stop hunting for me now. But then Cameron thought of Katey’s face. Her hope and joy of being rescued, in a small way. Her eyes looking up at him, almost in awe. Her warm lips on his as he quickly kissed her, not daring to look at her as she left through the back door of her house. I could never kill such a girl as she.

Godspeed, Katey. Lord, forgive me.

SEATTLE NEWS

MYSTERIOUS DEATH OF SADISTIC KILLER UNCOVERED

The body of Cameron Stane was found early yesterday morning in Carson City, Nevada on 15th street on the north side of the city. The famous killer suffered a severe bullet wound to the stomach and another to the back of the head. He was pronounced dead at Carson Hospital upon admittance. Stane was guilty of the brutal murders of fourteen individuals, and suspected of affiliation with the notorious Loan Sharks of Carson City and other large cities throughout the United States…

Tears blurred her vision, and the Seattle Tribune fell from Katey’s hands. And here I am, safe in Seattle… she thought to herself. Oh Cameron. If only I could ask you what your kiss was for. They caught you, didn’t they? Cameron…

Godspeed, Cameron.