Chapter 9

“Dad,” Wrath stated in his same cold strange voice, “Is this why you called me here? You wanted me to see you hurt Desire? If you kill my boyfriend I will make sure that I go back and burn that training center that you love so much to the FUCKIN' ground. You hear me?”

“Watch your mouth son, we have company...”

Tom turned over to me at the table. He was also talking about the neighbor. The neighbor was barely alive at this point. I had watched them in horror as they tied him to a chair. The two men cut him open from the top of his chest to his pelvic area. He was bleeding...his mouth gagged by the napkins next to me. These men were sick. They were sick and fucking twisted.

I had no idea how Urge could have come from a family with these two men in it. It all made sense though. It made sense how sick Wrath was when I looked at Tom. They lived in a fairy tale. Tom thought he was the average-jo and Wrath had this make believe relationship with me.

Wrath calmed down, “I love him, Dad.”

Tom turned over to me.

“Do you love my son back?”

Tom was almost testing me. This wasn't about Urge after all. Him kidnapping me and bringing me to this house was about Wrath and his sick, twisted perversion.

I didn't know who I was scared of more. Tom or Wrath. The fact that they were father and son all of a sudden made sense because these were the only two people in the world that could make me shake even now as a trained killer.

I chose Tom.

“Your son is delusional,” I stated, desperately, “He is sick and he's delusional. I've never given him any reason to think that I was in love with him. It's like he just lives in this world where we are together. We aren't...”

I didn't know how else I could say that. Wrath seemed really shocked when I said that. The face he gave me was one of utter shock as though he was confused that I didn't love him. The more I was around him the more I wondered how the fuck a guy like him couldn't have been locked up in some facility somewhere.

“We had a connection. When I kidnapped you, you can't deny we had a connection,” Wrath argued across the table.

Tom was being silent as though watching and really taking into the matter. There was no way in hell he couldn't be able to see that his son was crazy as fuck. There was no way that Tom couldn't see that Wrath needed to be institutionalized.

“I was trying to fuck you. Wrath. Yes I thought you were sexy. You are an attractive man...until I got to know you. I never told you or gave you any reason to believe I was in love with you. I hardly even talked to you. When did I have the time? I am...I am disgusted by you. This isn't fear talking. No this is disgust. Every time you're around me my skin crawls.”

Tom wanted to know what was going on between me and his son. Now he knew. I could see his face just thinking. Was that...embarrassment? Yes! It was. I could almost laugh. For the first time it seemed like something was actually getting to Tom.

Wrath was desperate at that moment. He was holding on to his madness no matter what.

“You're scared. I understand. You don't have to be lie because you are scared of my father,” Wrath stated.

“Shut up Wrath,” Tom finally stated.

“Dad. You're scaring him. You are making him hide his feelings for me. He loves me. We are going to get married. We are going to live together forever...”

Tom had screamed so hard that Wrath jerked afraid. “ENOUGH! Go take the Mr. Mitchell to the basement and finish him off, Wrath.”

Wrath was breathing heavily. There was madness still in his eyes. There was madness and even through all of this he gave me a loving look. Didn't he hear everything that I had just told him? Didn't that click in his crazy fucking mind? All of a sudden I was worried about Wrath again? There was nothing that would deter him. When he walked past me he put his hands on my shoulders sweetly as though trying to show his affection.

Then he went over to the neighbor...grabbed up what was left of him and dragged him out. The blood from the dying neighbor stained the carpet.

Tom had calmed down, “Watch my floors, Wrath.”
“Fuck your floors! I hate you DAD!”

“Kids nowadays...” Tom told me sighing deeply.

I was convinced that I was in the twilight zone. This was freaking me out so much that I wanted to be back in the training center. Wrath had gone on the deep end a long time ago. Tom kept sighing as Wrath stomped loudly down to the basement and shut the door behind him. At that moment all I kept hearing was screams. Wrath had removed the muffle probably to spite his father. I could only imagine what he was doing to the neighbor downstairs.

Wrath was a monster...

“I was telling the truth,” I told Tom, “I don't love your son. I am not going to distract him.”

Tom nodded, “I can tell. I guess it was good to get that clear. A part of me hoped that you two were in love so I could just kill you. It seems like the issue is much deeper than that you know. Seems like my son has some sort of obsession with you.”

“You think?”

I was being sarcastic. It didn't take a genius.

“He has always been a...unstable child. I guess it was my fault. I was always hard on my sons. I sheltered them, you understand.”

I thought about Urge.

“I can imagine.”

“They never dated or anything like that. They are awkward when it comes to love. You are the first person he's been so taken by. It kind of scares me what he would do if I did get rid of you. But then again if you stay alive you will be an attraction to him, whether you'd like to be or not.”
“I won't distract him. I promise.”

“It may not matter. My other son Urge, you know him I've heard.”

“Yes.”

“The moderators report you two are good friends.”

I was nervous.

“Yes.”

“He never had a friend. Not a real one,” Tom stated shaking his head, “Well Wrath may not be fit to take over after me. As an assassin, he is a much better than Urge. Wrath is one of the best assassins in the Assembly. Mentally however...after today...I see Wrath may be the wrong son to take over...”

“I see.”

“The problem with Urge is that he never gets past the 4^th rank.”

I found that hard to believe. Urge was talented. He was beyond talented. He taught me everything that I knew really. How was it possible that he didn't get past the 4^th rank...ever. He had done it two other times but didn't get past the 4^th rank.

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.

I was suspicious.

“It applies to you. If Urge passes this time I will declare him as my successor. If not...Wrath will still be my successor and well, I'd have to kill you.”
“Kill me! Didn't you hear what I just said? I wasn't in love with him! He's living in a fantasy in his own fucking mind.”

Tom nodded, “I know. Sad isn't it? The thing is you would still be a liability whether it was just an imaginary relationship or not. I'd have to get rid of you if Wrath was my successor. Moral of the story is this. Hope that Urge passes. Pray that he does...”

Urge had to past.

“He'll pass. I'll make sure of it,” I told Tom.

Tom smiled, “Here. Take this pill.”
“What is it?”

“A sedative. You'll wake up back in the training grounds.”
“Ok.”

“I had one more question Desire.”

“Yes.”

“The moderators say that Urge was beyond emotional when you were about to be killed. Is there anything going on between you two.”

Shit.

Shit I thought I was clear of that.

“No...”

“Good. I want you to at least have a chance of surviving. The moderators say you are special. They say you would be one of our best assassins to date.

It'd be a shame.”

He handed me the pill and watched me quietly as I took it.

Tom smiled, his sick...twisted smile.

I woke up in a wheelchair. Two moderators were walking beside me. Three moderators were across the hall. They didn't seem to pay me any attention as I was wheeled past. The moderators next to me noticed I was away and stopped pushing me.

“Walk.”

The command was cold. It was robotic. All around me I could see the familiar halls of the Assembly. The fluorescent lights and long unwelcoming hallways were so familiar to me again.

Welcome back to hell. Welcome home.

The moderators escorted me to the dorm and then disappeared. When I got in I saw that the others were just lounging around. It wasn't split into two groups anymore. Romance, Allure and Passion were keeping Craving company. Craving was joking around with Allure when I walked in. There was a light laughter between the two. It was Passion who was the first to notice me walking in. She had jumped up to her feet.

“Oh my god.”

They all ran over. At first the noise seemed to drive me crazy as I saw all of them gathering around me. They were making a fuss. It kind of made me feel loved honestly.

“Wait, guys, one at a time...”

“Where were you?” Craving asked, “What happened to your hand?”
“You wouldn't believe the drama,” I stated shaking, “We'll need to sit down so I can break it down because you'll never believe me. How long have I been gone?”

“Two days,” Allure stated and shook her head, “We all thought you were dead.”
“I didn't,” Craving said shaking his head, “I knew you wouldn't break the promise we had. Remember the promise? We'd make it together.”
I smiled, “I'm still kicking, guys.”

“Good,” Allure stated, “We missed you.”

Passion nodded at that moment, “We all did.”

It meant a lot coming from Passion. Even though we hadn't been on the best of turns with less numbers it definitely seemed easier to try to find a way to forgive her for turning on Craving and I.

I noticed the figure in the background running all of a sudden almost charging. The others noticed it as well. It was...Urge! He was running towards us. At first I thought he was exercising. Exercising was a very Urge thing to do. But then I noticed he was running straight toward us.

Romance was quick on her feet, “Oh hell naw. What the fuck!”

“Hey!” Craving was yelling, “HEY!”

Urge had his eyes on me. He had these intense eyes. He was coming to attack me. He was coming to attack me! The others had cleared away but Craving still stood there. I knew Craving wasn't about to let that happen. I figured it was about to be that showdown that Craving was talking about. Craving stomped on the ground almost like football players would. I swear I could feel the room shake when he did. He was so fucking powerful. I saw Craving swing his gigantic fist. I had seen Craving hit a bag before. He had one of the most powerful punches ever. Urge was quick though. He missed Urge and Urge juked passed him sliding UNDER him. Right between his legs!

Craving was confused looking to see where Urge went.

Urge had made his way past Craving easily and was...hugging me...

“Aw...” Romance stated.

I thought her saying that would make Urge get off of me but it didn't matter. Urge didn't seem to be hearing anything else. He just hugged me even though I was too surprised to hug back. His arms were wrapped around me. He was hugging me and not letting me go. It had to be the sweetest, most awkward thing I had ever had done to me in my life.

The others looked on as surprised as I was.

“We should give them a moment,” Allure stated.

Craving seemed hesitant, “But...”

“It's ok. Your friend is safe,” Allure told him.

I smiled over to Craving letting him know it was ok. Only then did he follow behind the girls and left the room.

Urge continued to hug me in the room and finally I'd given up being surprised. I felt almost like this was a child. I mean Urge was a beautiful, sexy man but he was hugging me almost like a child would. It kept making me remember what his father had said about him being sheltered. It made sense now.

“It's ok,” I tried to comfort him.

“It's not. I said all those horrible things to you. I thought they'd killed you,” Urge stated shaking his head, “I thought you died thinking I hated you.”

“I guess this mean you don't?”

“No...”

“This is sweet and all but it's kind of hard to breathe...” I told him.

He let go. He just stared at me for a second and then dropped his stare as though embarrassed and not knowing how to react. He was so beautiful in his standoffish behavior. I didn't know how to react to him being so awkward. I could tell this was a way that he never acted like before. He seemed unsure of how to show emotion.

“Who took you?” he asked.

He was getting back to the Urge that I knew. Cold and precise almost as though snapping out of the emotion. All of a sudden we were back to facts.

“Your father.”
“He hurt you?”

“Yes. After I tried to kill him.”

“Did you get close?” he asked.

I smiled, “Kind of. Knife was so close to getting him.”

He smiled. He had this warm smile all of a sudden.

“Good.”

“He took me to your house in Connecticut. He wasn't the only one there,” I explained to Urge, “Your brother was there as well. Why didn't you tell me your brother was Wrath?”
Urge walked over to one of the beds. He sat on the bed post. He had his shirt off like usual. His muscles flexed making me thinking he must have been working out a lot to relieve some stress while I was gone.

“I was just a kid when I found out the kind of person my dad was. Don't get me wrong, things were always off. I always knew he was into some bad shit as a kid but I had no idea how bad until he brought his work home. I still remember walking down into the basement with my older brother. Now my older brother's name is Wrath. Back then he went by something else. I can hardly remember it. That's the sad part. Well Wrath and I didn't mean any harm. We were just trying to welcome him home you know? What I saw there changed my life forever...”

Urge had never opened up about his past before. I found myself sitting next to him. Urge seemed human now. He seemed less like some cross between a Moderator and an assassin. He seemed just like a real dude.

“What did you see?” I asked.

“Death. That was the best way to describe it. My brother...found it fascinating. He was always into some gruesome shit. I didn't though. I cried. I screamed. My mother came down. She saw what my father was doing. At first she didn't do anything. The next day she tried to take my brother and I away. Needless to say we didn't get far.”

“Did he kill her?”

“Not right away. At first he tried to make it work in the name of love but my mother couldn't love a killer. He got comfortable once we knew about it and started to bring his work home more and more. She blamed herself. See my mother collected weapons. That's how she met my dad. He was her favorite client. She felt like she should have known. One day I came home and I thought she was asleep. She wasn't. He had finally killed her.”

I shook my head.

“Jesus Christ. So your father was an assassin?”

“Yes. He was even legit CIA or some government agency at first. He went rogue and got kicked out. He was so angry about it. He ended up turning into some sort of serial killer. He always had this need to kill even when there wasn't a point to it. He'd even take my brother with him sometimes but I was too freaked out. He had gotten good at it, so good at it that he got sponsors. That's how it all started. See...they wanted more. They had finally found someone crazy enough to do their dirty work and they wanted to more. Mercenaries couldn't do what my father did though. They wanted people like my father who needed to kill. That's how the Assembly started.”

I could tell it was hard for Urge to talk about it.
“You don't have to talk about this anymore.”

“It's ok. It's the first time ever I feel comfortable enough with someone that I wanted to talk to.”

“Were you ever close to your brother at least? You two went through the same thing.”

“No we didn't. I hated what my father did and Wrath delighted in what my father did. We were never the same. He was more like my father and I was more like my mother. He is a madman.”

“Speaking of madmen...your brother thinks we are in a relationship which is why I was there in the first place.”

“Damn. I knew my dad was acting weird, especially when he changed the grading. I thought it was because I was getting close to you. That's why I was trying to make you hate me...”

“I could never hate you.”

If he thought punching me would do it, I was a lot tougher than that. I'd been in love with this boy for a year now. It would take a lot more than a punch to get me off of him...even if he didn't love me back.

He seemed nervous when I said that. He always didn't know how to react when I flirted with him.

He distracted me from my statement, “So my Dad was confronting you about Wrath's feelings towards you?”

“Yeah. It didn't deter Wrath. He's like obsessed at this point.”

“I figured that,” Urge stated shaking his head, “Wrath is...dangerous, Desire. He's tough. Other assassins and even some of the other 7 deadly sins have better skills but he had madness. Madness is dangerous thing...”

The way Urge was speaking to me made it seem like he had witnessed some crazy shit. I had an idea that if I'd ask what it was he would tell me. I didn't though. I didn't want to know.

“I'll be fine.”

“You sure.”

“Yeah, but Urge...there was something else that your father said.”

It kept playing in my head. If Urge didn't pass this upcoming rank he would have me killed. His father had threatened that.

“What?”

No. I couldn't burden him with that kind of thing.

“Nothing. Nevermind.”

Bells.

Love had called us together to introduce Rank 4 the next week. We had gathered around. I had this excitement about it but I had no idea what else we needed to know to be assassins. Romance, Craving, Allure, Passion, Urge and I couldn't get any more dangerous. We were all skilled assassins already if you asked me. Romance hand amazing hand-to-hand fighting skills. Allure was the best sharpshooter I'd ever seen. Passion was uniquely talented in bomb making as well pistols. Craving was the strongest person I knew and could clear out a room with an assault rifle in a second. Then there was Urge who was good at everything. What else could make us anymore dangerous?

“Espionage, Infiltration and sabotage are what you will be scored on for Rank 4,” she told us.

I looked over at Urge.

He hadn't passed lessons on espionage, filtration and sabotage? That was hard to believe. Urge had no footsteps if he didn't want to. That guy could sneak past anyone.

“Good morning recruits.”

A boy had walked into the room. He was pretty. He was extremely pretty actually. It was like one of those pretty boys that if you looked at him in a certain light he could probably look like a girl. He was still muscular though in a way. I had to admit he was an attractive person. He didn't seem much older than we were.

“He's hot...” Craving whispered over to me.

“Too soon.”

“What my boyfriend died...not my dick.”

Craving just stared at the guy like he was something to eat.

Lust announced him to everyone calling attention away from the whispers that were going on in the group as he walked in, “This is my protege. His name is Love. He is a member on my team. I brought him in from the field to train you guys in Infiltration which many find to be the hardest of the skills. That is what we will start with.”

Love looked Spanish or something. His skin was a light brown. He had walked over to us and seemed to be examining us. He didn't seem that dangerous honestly but I knew in the Assembly looks were deceiving. I immediately felt a sort of self-awareness. I was attractive. I knew I was. I was even perfect after the facial reconstruction. Love had this swagger to him. It was that sexiness that Lust had. It was almost as though he was oozing the stuff. Craving almost seemed to be drooling at this point. It made sense that he was her protege.

“Where is the rest of your team?” Allure asked.

Allure was smart, too smart.

Lust seemed to be offended by her question, “Each team has only 5 people. Four of you will be joining Love depending on which four learn his lessons the best. Now can we begin or would you like to continue wasting my time Allure?”

Her team was dead. Why was Lust beating around the bush? How had they died? Allure found it suspicious and so did the rest of us. Lust was definitely hiding something about what happened to the rest of her team. Why was Love the only one left?

Love smiled at everyone.

“Can anyone tell me some ways how an assassin would be able to infiltrate an enemy?” Love asked us, “How would you be able to get close to an enemy. Just throw them out.”
“Consealment!”

“Spying!”

“Covert listening devices.”

“Sex.”

Love stopped us putting up his hand, “Sex, who said that?”

Craving raised his hand, “Me.”

Of course he would say it. That was all that was on his mind as soon as Love walked into the room. Love was this bombshell who just seemed to know everything that was everything about seduction almost immediately. Lust looked on intently as Love taught us. Love seemed a lot more approachable then Lust was. He wasn't closed off. He was almost making it fun.

“Yes, sex. Wet, nasty, unadulterated sex,” Love said, “All the others are right but that is my favorite. People let down their guard during sex. You'd be surprised how many people I've killed in the action.”

“You have sex with people to kill them?” I asked, surprised.

Love laughed, “Of course. That's the best way. We'll be going over all the other techniques as well but it's important to understand the art of seducing someone. Even if its not with sex. Just the art of making someone want you so that they let their guard down is powerful.”

“I think we all know how to seduce,” I responded.

“But do you know how to seduce correctly. How about I show someone what I mean? Any volunteers.”

Craving's hand shot up. Romance shot up as well. They had to be the two biggest flirts in the class. Love walked past Craving. He walked past me. He walked past Romance. He finally stopped at Urge at that moment. His eyes were staring so intently at Urge. I hated how he was looking at him. It was almost like he was undressing Urge with his eyes.

Was this part of it?

“Not interested,” Urge stated.

“I insist,” Love stated.

Lust immediately butted in, “Urge...you need to participate or would you like me to call a moderator in here.”

Urge sighed immediately, “Fine.”
Love grabbed him a chair, “Sit.”

Urge sat in the chair. Craving looked over at me. He knew what I was thinking. What the fuck was this Love guy doing? I knew Urge wasn't mine. It wasn't some relationship by any means but I was so fucking jealous just from when he started to look at him. The way Love was looking at Urge made me sick to my stomach.

“This is stupid,” Urge stated.

“Silencio...por favor,” Love replied in his heavy accent smiling as though this was something amusing, “Now everyone pay attention. Turning someone on is a very important task. Watch how I move. Watch how touch this man. I have to admit...someone like this man is so beautiful but these techniques can work on anyone...”

Someone so beautiful? Was he teaching us a lesson or flirting?

Love started to move slowly. He put his hands in Urge's hair. I could feel my body shake with jealousy as he started to run his hands down Urge's chest. I shivered.

“This is dumb...” Urge stated.

Lust called out from the corner immediately, “Urge do not move while Love is performing his demonstration please.”
“This is a waste of time. I don't get the point on how this is going to make us an assassin.”

Love put his hands on Urge's lip and Urge immediately tried to move his head away but Love grabbed it keep his head still. He made eye contact with Urge.
He had gotten so close to Urge at that moment that I thought he was about to kiss Urge. His mouth was right next to Urge but instead of kissing him he just inhaled. Love inhaled deeply. It was almost like he was sucking the air out of Urge's slightly parted lips.

At that point Urge turned around.

“Make sure their eyes stay on you the entire time and if they lose focus even a little bit do something shocking that will bring focus right back onto you.”

Love dropped his pants.

It was a quick motion that shocked the fuck out of everyone in the room. He stepped out of his pants in a sexy way. He had a silk jock strap on underneath. His ass was bare and he was bent over right in front of Urge's face at that moment. He was spread eagle. He leaned forward, now on his head doing a headstand. He started to move his legs almost like a stripper. When he stopped his legs were spread out completely into a split while he was on a hand stand.

Urge was looking. He wasn't staring but he was looking as though wanting to see what Love would do next. It made me sick. Urge was breathing hard. I could hear it from here. It would have stuck out but he wasn't the only one excited by this.

“Ho-Ly shit,” Craving said.

Love was now walking on his hands moving closer to Urge with his ass in the air. His butt cheecks were spread open so wide that his asshole was perking toward the ceiling.

Now instead of just lifting himself with his hands, Love was lifting his entire body completley off of his finger tips.

“I was an acrobat before I came here,” Love told everyone as a few gasps had spread across the room.

“Look. Are we done here?” Urge stated, “I get your point.”

“Not yet sexy, just lean back and enjoy the show.”

This was too much. Way too much!

I started to make a step forward. I had my knife with the chain around my waist. I could throw it right now. I would slice off his fucking fingers. Craving was right next to me though. Maybe he saw me step forward. He pulled me back luckily before I did something stupid.

“Can we speed this up then?” Urge asked.

“You sure?”

Love didn't wait for an answer before he somehow flipped himself into the air. The way he tossed himself into the air I knew for sure he had to have been in some crazy circus or something. When he landed he was in Urge lap!
His bare ass was now grinding on Urge's crotch. His ass cheeks was resting on Urge's thighs.

“Damn, I got next...” Craving stated.

Love kept grinding on Urge. Urge was breathing hard.

“I feel it now daddy. It's ok. I feel it. You excited now aren't you.”
He was acting as though he was riding Urge. He jumped into the air again and this time he was on top of Urge straddling him. His legs were wrapped around Urge. There was no space between him and Urge. The only thing that separated them was a thin jockstrap.

Oh fuck no.

I felt my blood boiling at this point.

“Damn this is hot,” Passion stated, “I feel like I need to throw some dollars.”

At this point Urge was just staring with intention. I could see it. I think everyone could see it. I never felt so jealous in my life at that moment as I saw Love start rocking back and forth on Urge in that chair. He was shaking his ass and making it vibrate in the strangest way on Urge's crotch.

Love's bare ass hole was sitting right on the area that Urge's crotch was, “You like that? How about a kiss...”

He went in for a kiss! He actually REALLY tried to KISS Urge at that moment.

Luckily Urge moved his head just in time but instead of kissing him Love immediately went for his neck. Love started sucking on his neck at that moment.

“Oh fuck...” Urge said, “Oh...oh my FUCKING GOD!”

“What's going on?” I said, “Urge are you ok?”
I didn't know what was going on. I started towards them. Fuck this. At that point Craving literally had to grab me and hold me back. I would have killed Love. I LITERALLY would have killed this motherfucker!
I was so upset until I realized what Urge was doing.

“Oh fuck...I'm fucking...cumming....”

Cumming?

I felt so defeated. I mean I was defeated to the point that I was on my knees. Now all I was doing was watching as Urge's eyes rolled in the back of his head.

Somehow Love had managed to scale Urge's entire body and sneak behind him on the chair. Urge was too busy having an orgasm to realize what Love was doing. It wasn't until Love had Urge in a headlock that he knew what was happening. He tried to get out but Urge could break the headlock.

“You see? You let your guard down,” Love stated, “I could snap your neck right now and you would be dead.”

There was applause. They were all clapping. Craving was damn near whistling and demanding an encore at this point from Love.

Love released Urge. He bowed.

Urge looked at me.

There was a wet spot on his gray pants. Wet sperm was still dripping down. Urge was still breathing heavily. He had nutted on himself. He had FUCKING nutted on himself to this guy right in front of everyone. Urge ran out of the room all of a sudden probably out of embarrassment but the damage was done.

That's when I realized it. Maybe he may have not been the strongest but Love was going to be dangerous.