The darkness consumed him. He raced through the nighttime blindly, his heart pumping wildly. The small child sobbed furiously as he ran, he still couldn’t comprehend what had happened.

“Boy, where are you?” a voice shouted from the distance.

The boy turned towards it, but all he could see was the inky blackness. It crashed around him and suddenly he realized he was lost. When he had heard the awful sound of gunfire, he had taken off without giving much thought to where he’d end up. Now he was hopelessly and franticly lost. Pain welled up in his chest, his breath grew short. He tried to suck back some air, but could only manage short gasps.

“Where are you? Come here now!” the voice echoed through the air.

The boy wanted to run but he could barely even breathe. He clutched his chest and fell to his knees, drawing in shaky breaths. There was a rustling behind him. The boy spun on his heels, and there he stood, the biggest man the boy had ever seen. He couldn’t see his face in the darkness, but he knew who he was. He would always remember him…

Victor jolted out of sleep, his heart pounding in his throat. He glanced around and tried to adjust his half open eyes. Suddenly, he got the strangest feeling he wasn’t alone.

“Hi,” a warm voice whispered from beside him.

Without even thinking, Victor pulled the gun from under his pillow, and pointed it towards the voice. He squinted into the darkness only to find a pair of big, green eyes staring back at him. She came into focus slowly. First came her pale, white face. It was almost angelic. Next came her crown of silky, dark hair that flowed down her shoulders, and rested on the pillow next to his. She smiled at him widely as she snuggled into the blankets.

“I wouldn’t bother with the gun. I took the clip out and hid it,” she giggled.

She pulled the blankets up under her chin. Victor looked under the gun and saw the empty spot where the bullets should be. He cautiously put the gun down between them. He reached for the one he kept under the mattress, knowing for sure there was no way she had taken out those bullets too. He glared at her angrily over the barrel of his gun.

“I took them out of that one too. You’re a heavy sleeper you know,” Jinx said very matter-of-factly. Victor looked at the now useless gun in his hand, before he tossed it to the ground.

“What the hell do you want from me?” Victor said angrily.

“I was curious about where you lived, figured I’d stop in and say hi. Oh, and I wanted to thank you,” she said sweetly. Victor stared at the woman confused.

“Thank me? For what?” Victor said as he rubbed the back of his head.

“For what you told that man, the one who wanted me dead. You told him I was… thank you. You have given me a second chance.” Jinx let a small graceful smile waft across her lips. She looked almost innocent and sweet wrapped up in his overstuffed comforter. There was something almost human-like about her.

“I was covering my own ass. If he knew you were alive, he’d have my head on a fucking platter. So please, don’t take it personally,” Victor spat angrily.

Jinx’s smile faded away, and Victor felt himself miss it just a little. She sat up and stared at him. He felt like she was probing into him, trying to see if he meant all the things he said. After a moment, she smiled again and gave him a sly look. She turned and scooted off the bed. The woman stood and stretched, making Victor wonder how long she had been in his bed. She stepped tenderly into little flat, ballerina shoes, snow white bandages wrapped their way up her slender ankles.

“Nice shoes,” Victor scoffed. He had become so accustom to the sound of her high heels, the sound of gun fire. Jinx looked down at her feet.

“Aren’t you a regular comedian,” she retorted.

“So I’ve been told. Well, as much as I’ve enjoyed our little visit here, I must ask you to kindly get the fuck out,” he said in a fake hospitable tone.

“I suppose I’ll be on my way… thanks again, Victor. Whether or not… just well, thank you for not shooting me.”

“I must not have been clear. I am going to shoot you. Maybe not tonight, but at some point. I was paid to do a job, and I’m going to complete it,” victor said as he laid back down. He could feel her eyes on him. They burned through him, and touched him in his core. She let out a little chuckle and shook her head.

“Good bye,” she continued to laugh as she walked towards the large window.

“Jinx, I’m serious. You haven’t seen the last of me.” Jinx turned to face him, she leaned back against the glass pane in the window.

“Is that a threat… or a promise?” her words sent shivers through Victor’s spine. The phrase was both a question and a dare. She was challenging him, he knew that, but at the same time her words almost sounded like a plea. He fixed his eyes on her, and for that moment in time he felt as though they fully understood each other. She pushed off the window pane and smirked.

“I’ll be seeing you, Hit Man,” she said as she pushed open the huge window. She slid out of it, and disappeared into the darkness. Victor hurried to the sill and pulled the large frame shut, making sure it was locked. He looked out into the darkness for a moment prodding around trying to see the woman. But, on the 8th floor there was nothing to be seen except for buildings and sky.

He went back to his bed and slid in as he tried to calm him self. He tried to breathe evenly, but it was getting harder. Victor rolled onto his side and made an attempt at getting comfortable. It wasn’t working. Laying there Victor could do nothing but think about the woman and her words. He had never been a believer in destiny or fate, but maybe he and Jinx were supposed to cross paths. Maybe…

He reached over and touched the place where she had been laying. It was still cold. He scooted over next to it letting the ice consume his body. For some strange reason, it made the darkness seem less frightening, and for the first time in a long time…he could just…breathe…

So this is it, for part one anyways. This was most certainly a labor of love; this story has become my baby. Not to mention its one of the few things I have actually complete *does a happy dance*. However I couldn’t accomplish this on my own, so bare with me while I do the thank you thing

First and foremost thanks to CG89 my lovely cousin, you inspire me and push me. Most of all you fix my awful grammar and spelling. Thanks so much for helping me empty out my brain goo and come up with this story.

Next I want to thank the roadhouse! You guys are awesome! All of you amazing authors have inspired me to no end, I love you all DRINKS FOR EVERYONE!!

And now special thanks to particular roadhouse peeps, cCc for being an awesome mod, and dedicating so much time to the roadhouse. And M for not only giving the best reviews *^.^* but for choosing saint for the book club

And to anyone I missed I love you and I’ll get ya next time 3

Well that’s it folks I hope you have enjoyed, reading saint as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Look out for part two coming soon its called Sinner thank you mucho *huggles*

g'night!!

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