Take To The Grave (complete)

Chapter 14 We got a job to do

I woke up the next day. The first thing I saw was Kyle. His eyes staring into mine. His lips split into a smile. For someone so young his eyes were so old. Most people would put that down to reading but not Kyle. He had seen things that someone even our age should never have seen. I stroked his hair. It was soft and weightless. I stroked his face lightly. He lay motionless. He wasn't even blinking. It was as if I had put him in some sort of trance.
"You've shaved your face," I noticed
"Yeah I was looking old!" he said, "I grabbed a razor the other day and shaved last night."
I rolled me eyes at him. "Think you could pull?"
"I don't need to," he pulled me closer to him. His arm lopped around me pulling me close. His lips brushed mine before planting themselves firmly on mine. He pulled away after only a few moments.
"I have you!" he said.
We laid in silence for a few moments just staring at each other. Looking at nothing in particular. Just staring.
"What time is it anyway?" I whispered eventually.
"It is... eight minutes past seven," Kyle replied.
I sighed, "I think it's time we got back to work."
"What do you mean?" Kyle asked
"Well we were given a job to do and we still haven't completed it," I pointed out. I rolled out of bed and threw on my dressing gown.
"Have you stopped yourself and asked why you are doing this?" Kyle asked me
I looked him in the eye. "Honestly I try not to. The more I do the more I wonder why I still am a spy."
"We have no choice in that matter," he stated
"True. But still..." I trailed off, "Anyway to business!" I threw a pair of jeans and an old dark red top in his direction.
"God. You make clothes lethal weapons!" he announced while catching them. I simply rolled my eyes at him for about the hundredth time. For some reason I didn't mind him being an idiot because he was back. We had been back together for only a few days but it felt like a lot longer. I strolled into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. I turned it on and let the hot water burn off any unwanted emotions. This was my idea so I had to be in the zone. Kyle was right. What was I doing this for? I could drive myself crazy wondering the answer to that question. I had never stopped to think, you know what, why am I even a spy? Do I even what to be one?
I didn't have much choice when I was shipped off to spy school. I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and allowed myself to become completely emotionless. The hot water burnt off the smile that had been plastered onto my face ever since Kyle had come back. I stepped out and wrapped a towel around me then one around my hair. Kyle then stepped in and kissed my lips. I kissed him back but with no emotion. However, my heart felt as if it was skipping several beats. He pulled away and studied my face.
"When you're in the zone, you're in the zone," he said.
I felt like beaming but then that would ruin my composure. My face stayed neutral and had no trace of movement. Instead I only spoke.
"Maybe you should shower."
He smiled and shook his head slightly, "Not everyone can be as perfectly composed as you."
I refused to smile at that remark. I couldn't. If I did I would break the trance that I was in.
Kyle smiled, "Excuse me." He walked into the bathroom and I could hear water running.

Everyone had his or her own way of getting into what we called 'the zone'. For some people they had to listen to music. For others it was clothing or TV. For people like Kyle and me it was showering either in freezing or boiling water. I had even heard rumours of people getting drunk and/or high before coming back down and being in 'the zone'. All 'the zone' was, was reaching the point where you are almost emotionless. It was the point when you are thinking or nothing apart from the one job you have to do. The person you have to find. And sometimes, the person you must kill.

I picked out a pair of dark blue jeans from the wardrobe and a slightly faded plain red top. Plain, plain, plain. The only clothes I owned. I had got so used to blending in all the time that I just couldn't stop. I still burned my clothes at the end of every year like they told us at the academy. Especially the ones they were covered in blood spatter. It was strange how, even when in hiding and being dormant, I still carried on doing the traditions that all spies learn. I could hear Kyle coming out of the bathroom. I spun around to face him. His face was solemn and emotionless. That's what made us so good. We could become and stay emotionless.