by inky. » Sun Mar 11, 2018 5:21 pm
Jonathan rubbed his neck, running his fingers over the long, thin scar. Swallowing, he looked her straight in the eye. “It’s an example of what happens when you get a bit too close to the target.” He said vaguely then, tilting his head, realized that he trusted this girl. He didn’t know why. He rarely trusted anyone enough to tell them the story. But they had time to kill so he decided to spill. Shifting to a more comfortable position, he took a deep breath. “It was my fifteenth mission. I remember because I was going out partying with my buddies afterwards to celebrate the milestone. It should have been an easy mission. A simple one. It was the usual guy-owes-money-but-doesn’t-repay kind of thing. So I’m in his office, got my knife ready and I’m in the shadows. So I sneak up behind him and unsheathed the knife. But suddenly, he whips around and slices my neck open with a small pocket knife of his own. Cut right through the side of my neck and down to my throat. It wasn’t too deep, though. I obviously survived. But it did take about a month of recovery and a gnarly scar. Don’t ya think?” He gave a smile and lifted his chin out further to give her a better look.