One x One |[18-18 and Fire]|

[Gene]

Mitch sighed, growing bored of conversation. He wasn't appreciating her attitude, either. Mitch reached into one of the many pockets on his belt and pulled out his favorite dagger. Its end was dipped in lethal poison. One tiny scratch and the victim would last only a few hours. He was going to end this now, for certain. There would be no escape.

"You're so right," Mitch complimented her. "Any last attempts at escaping? Final words?" he asked while taking a few steps forwards. Unlike most other assassins, he allowed his targets a chance to speak before their last breath. Most of them wished him a bad life in hell, others just broke down and cried. He was hoping she would say something different - she had surprised him in every other way, hadn't she?

[Charisma.]

.::Riley::.

Now Riley was actually starting to get edgy and quite scared actually. Though she tried not to show it, it was obvious if you looked at her right in the eyes. If you looked her right in the eyes, then you would be able to see the pain and misery in her own eyes, the fear and the sadness, and the anger. They were all mixed in her eyes. Her eyes were like a gate-way to her soul.
"Is that thing seriously dipped in poison??" she said in a half sarcastic, half questioning voice. Maybe she would be able to make this last a little bit longer before he stabbed her with it. "aw, man Mitch, I thought you would've done something even more crazy...." she sighed, her eyes still on him.

[Gene]

"I have to make sure you die, don't I?" Mitch stepped even closer, feeling that familiar adrenaline rush that he lived for. Sure, he could probably get something close that on drugs, but it was no match for the feeling that runs throughout your entire body when you're about to kill someone. He was getting anxious for the ultimate excitement, when he finally succeeded in his mission. He was now only a few feet away, gripping the glinting blade tightly.

[Charisma.]

.::Riley::.

A deeper sigh escaped Riley's throat as she looked up at him, looking a bit annoyed, a little bit frustrated, and edgy all at the same time. "Well you would've killed me already, by now." she countered looking at him with hazel eyes glinting amber in the moonlight."Right?" Her face looked like she wasn't quite sure of what to expect, but at the same time was trying every ounce of luck left. There weren't any standards anymore, so might as well mess with his head a bit before he stabbed her. Her breathing had by now, eased to a steadier rhythm, and she wasn't feeling as tired anymore. There were so many options here- she could try to slip away another time, or she could stay there. She could try and snap that knife out of his hand, or she could hit him, or keep talking. There were so many options going through her head- yet she couldn't decide which would be the best. Her time was running out, and she knew it. Her blood was rushing through her body, counting the seconds.

{such a fail post- sorry about that XD}

[Gene]

Mitch tilted his head slightly, realizing that she was right. This whole conversation had been a waste of time. Why was that? he wondered. Sure, she had been his most interesting target and it was understandable that he would like to lengthen it even more. But he had never done that before, and it wasn't like anyone else was boring...

He stared at her face before locking his gaze on her hazel eyes, as if the answers would be there. Such pretty eyes, he thought. Like Felicia's. He stopped thinking that immediately. That was why he had become an assassin - so he wouldn't think of her anymore. But, even though it had betrayed his entire way of thinking, he acknowledged that that was more than likely why he had wasted time over and over. Because she reminded him of Felicia, in a very small way.

His dagger lowered and his partially psychopathic mind faltered. "Right," he answered her question, quite belatedly by now.

((Lol, no problem. =) ))

[Gene]

((I gotta go take a shower really fast. I should be back in time to reply one more time before bed.))

[Charisma.]

.::Riley::.

Riley was actually quite shocked to hear Mitch actually admit that. It kind of scared her at first. She actually had no reply to that. She couldn't think of anything else to say. The fact that Mitch had actually agreed, was a bit odd. Now it wasn't really fear that covered her, but more shock and curiosity. Her eyes showed that curiosity as she watched him, her eyes rested right on him. They looked shocked, and curious, while looking annoyed at the same time.

She crossed her arms and looked at him, unable to say anything. "So why didn't you?" she thought aloud, questioning him, her eyes looking equally as curious as her voice. She was leaned up against the tree behind her, waiting to die just moments ago- now she wasn't so sure about that.

[Gene]

It took Mitch several moments to answer her. He was completely stunned that he had decided not to kill her and it made the processes of his mind slower. It took him longer to think of the right answer. He wasn't going to tell her about Felicia - that was like a secret to him. But what should he tell her?

"I..." Mitch began, still not really sure what to say. "Don't know," he finished. Sure he did. He just didn't want to tell her. He hoped she couldn't see past his weak words and into his eyes to realize he was lying.

((Sorry for fail - gotta get the bus. Lol))

[Charisma.]

{{Sorry I wasn't able to get on for the past couple days }}

.::Riley::.

An odd, and very confused look crossed Riley's face as she looked at Mitch. He was most unusual.Her arms stayed crossed as she leaned against the tree, her muscles still tense. She still wasn't planning on trusting Mitch any time soon. After all, he was the one who wanted to kill her.
"You're crazy, you know that?" She thought aloud, her eyes looking right at him. The puzzled and confused feeling still showed in her eyes as she looked upon him. For Mitch to say something like 'I don't know...', that kind of scared her. She'd never seen him act so dazed and confused and unsure of himself before. He always seemed like he knew what he was doing. He was a killer, what else would one think?
Riley didn't say anything after that, though she really felt like yelling at him. She really felt like yelling, 'liar!' right at his face- but she kept her mouth shut.

[Gene]

Mitch heard sirens. That was the first thing he acknowledged after she spoke. "Damn it," he muttered. "You called the cops?" he said in a voice that almost sounded like she had broken a rule. But how could she? She had been running the entire time...And she hadn't done it before. At least, he didn't think she had...No, he saw it. A figure running away through the trees, several hundred meters behind Riley. He seemed to be a man, judging by his broad shoulders and less graceful style of running.

Mitch turned to her again with narrowed eyes. "See you later, Riley," he bid her good-bye in a conversational voice. He took off running deeper into the trees, not even trying to cover his tracks. They would track him, possibly send dogs after him. But that was fine. He'd be alright - he hadn't been caught yet, so why should he now?

((It's alright. =) ))