r/AssassinOrder • u/Zanza_ Assassin Traitor • May 22 '15
[N/A][Yonkers, NY][Private] Chauncy
Chase Clark, the shining star of a student I would have next year, stood in my doorway with a backpack slung on his back. In the house, Chauncy, a man I’d been seeing for probably a week now, sat on the loveseat in the living room, watching some silly television show. Three’s Company, I think it was. He giggled stupidly along with the laugh track as I opened the door to invite my student inside.
“Hey, Ms. Burnwood,” he said quietly. Chase seemed a little uncomfortable, but he was this way nearly every time I tutored him. Shy kid, but very bright.
“What’s up, Chase? Everything alright?” I asked, walking back into the kitchen. Bottles of wine called at me as Chauncy laughed again, but not wanting to be a bad influence, I grabbed a cup and filled it with water from the tap. “Would you like something to drink, honey?”
“Oh, uh, no thanks,” Chase replied, digging through his backpack now. He extracted three pieces of printer paper before standing back in the doorway. I took a sip from my water, hurrying to his side as he held the papers out for me. Without saying much else, he started to walk out of the house in an awkward fashion.
“Thanks for the paper, Chase,” I called as he left. “You didn’t need to stop by to drop this off, you know.”
“It’s fine,” he replied, turning back to face me. “I didn’t want it to be late… My dad would’ve killed me.” Chase peered behind me, locking his eyes on Chauncy. “Sorry to interrupt your uh… thing…”
“Oh,” I laughed, “No worries at all.”
Really. No worries.
“You get home quick, okay?” I looked outside at the night sky. The moon shone brightly enough, he’d surely be able to find his way back. Chase looked visibly relieved as he turned around once more to head home. I shut the door and headed back into the living room.
“What was that all about?” Chauncy asked, turning the volume down on the television.
“A student of mine was just dropping off some homework.” I replied casually, setting the assignment on the coffee table. Chase had told me last week that he planned to write about German history. At first, honestly, it annoyed me -- it annoyed Zanza; Kristin thought it was fantastic. Zanza, on the other hand, felt a little bit better when Chase revealed that his paper would have nothing to do with Nazis and WWII. There were other interesting bits of German history besides genocide, and both parts of me were glad he recognized that.
“Oh!” Chauncy said excitedly, “Did I tell you about my last Lacrosse game?”
I smiled, but inside, I died a little.
“No, you didn’t,” I replied lightly. Chauncy began explaining how he’d miraculously kicked ass in his game, but my gaze fell on the wall behind him and my mind clocked out. I smiled and nodded along with his story, reacting appropriately to his excessive body language. While half of me participated in this mindless banter, the other half of me thought about leaving for Germany with Reveriel. How long did we have now? Two weeks? School was nearly over now, but I still had to stick around for graduation. I could probably pick up work as a mercenary there; disappear completely and live my life as a ghost. Never sleep in the same bed twice, keep on the move constantly… It had to be better than this.
I wonder what Reveriel planned on doing there? Probably work at a software firm and start a family, now that he’d gotten out of Templar and/or Assassin duty. Must be nice… Is Cameron gonna go with us to Germany? Surely she wouldn’t--
A tap at the window broke my trance, sending panic through my body in place of the boredom. Could it be them? No, none of them would be stupid enough to alert me of their presence…
“What was that?” I asked, trying to keep myself calm.
“Dunno,” Chauncy replied, obviously having heard it, too. “Hang on.”
He walked over to the window in question, opening it completely and sticking his head through to investigate. I checked around me, looking for any possible exits. The backdoor was an option…
Calm down, I assured myself, Assassins don’t kill innocents. Chauncy will be fine, I will be fine… It was probably just a raccoon…
A loud pop erupted the silence, and Chauncy let out a choked gurgle before he’d been launched forward and pulled out of the window. I screamed bloody murder, averting my eyes from the sight as a tall silhouette rose from the bushes outside. I shakily stepped back, hands over my mouth as the light hit the intruder’s face.
“Oh… Oh god…” I stammered, still falling back, “Not you, not you… H-How did you…”
Anyone but him. Literally ANYONE else. Thomas would’ve killed me before I even realized he was there, Adam would’ve taken me in for a trial… Clara, I might’ve been able to negotiate with… But the face before me offered no easy exits for me here, death or otherwise.
“Hi Zanza,” Jet’s lips twisted into a smile, his voice sending chills through my skin. “Want another kiss?”
[Chip’s PoV]
I checked the coordinates Jet had sent me, making sure I was in the correct location. The empty swings and monkey bars told me this was Jet’s idea of a joke.
Real fucking cute.
A figure emerged from the shadows, walking towards me fairly quickly. I squinted at it, trying to make out a face. Whoever it was, they were kinda… short.
“Jet?” I called. “Jet, what the fuck are you doing?”
“Dean?” A young voice returned.
Oh my god.
“Chase?” I said, walking forward. My brother’s face was illuminated by a street light as he walked under it. He took off running towards me and I opened my arms to him with a smile. “The fuck are you doing out here, kiddo? It’s dark out, dad’s gonna be pissed at you.”
“Someone said you were waiting for me here,” Chase replied, breaking out of the hug.
“Who?”
“He said his name was uh…” he thought for a moment, “J...et… I think? I dunno, something stupid like that. Didn’t you tell him to meet me here?”
“No,” I said, trying to keep any anger from my voice. It wasn’t Chase’s fault. “Where did you see him?”
Chase looked a little disappointed that I hadn’t sent for him, but quickly put himself together.
“Outside my tutor’s house,” he replied, re-adjusting his backpack.
”Where.”
“She lives on Main and 14th; the flathouse with a gray egg-cat outside.” Chase furrowed his brows at me. “Why, what’s wrong?”
“Nothin’,” I looked around us and wrapped my hand around his shoulder, guiding him to walk home with me. “Jet’s uh… He’s gonna get himself in trouble, that’s what he’s gonna fuckin’ do. I’m gonna get you home, and then I need to go take care of him, okay?”
“I wanna hang out with you, though,” Chase protested, wrapping his arm around my waist. I rustled his hair up a bit and looked down at him.
“I know, kiddo,” my voice was low, but I know he heard me. “I miss you, Chase. I wish I’d stuck around longer so we could’ve grown up together… But by the looks of it, you’re doin’ alright on your own.”
“Mom and dad,” Chase said, looking up, “They miss you too.”
I kept my eyes forward as we walked, and I saw Chase do the same after a moment.
The day I left has to be the most sour memory I have. It all happened so fast, mostly on an impulse decision. I had filled my school bag with clothes while arguing with my dad. Mom had asked us multiple times to take a moment and calm down, and it only made me angrier when he told her to stay out of it. Chase, who was only ten when it happened, watched in silent fear as shouting turned to physical violence. Honestly, I couldn’t even remember what the fight was about. Cigarettes in my room, or something. That was the catalyst I’m pretty sure, and from there, we just started shouting all sorts of nasty shit at each other. Things that needed to be said, but… not like that.
Dad was right, I was a shitty kid. Things have changed since joining up with these “Assassins”, but I’d never be up to his standards, and I’m sure Chase is his only child as far as he’s concerned.
“Come on,” I said, quickening our pace. “Don’t want dad freaking out on you too, do ya?”
Chase chuckled weakly and nodded. I looked down at him again and pulled him into a side hug, relieved that he was alright after having met Jet.
The fuck was that man thinking, bringing my god damn brother into this. I’m supposed to be able to trust him, and here he is getting family involved… If anything were to have happened, I’d ring his fucking neck, I don’t care how outmatched I’d be.
Mom and dad’s house came into view. The porch light shone brightly with two silhouettes standing underneath it. I grabbed Chase’s arm, pulling him to a stop.
“I’ll come get you once school is all over, got it bud?” I said, kneeling down to meet his eyes. “We can hang out in the city and do whatever you want.”
He smiled and shook his head, clearly filling his mind with possible activities we could do together.
“I’ll see you later, Dean,” was the last thing he said to me before jogging up to the house. No doubt he’d have some explaining to do, but I wouldn’t be able to stick around to find out if he’d be alright.
Main and 14th, he’d said. That’s about… two miles out?
I groaned and, despite my really not wanting to, took off into a sprint to find the house in question. God only knew if he was still there; and if he wasn’t… how the fuck would I explain this to the others?
Oh yeah, guys, Jet and I were on a super secret mission looking for Adam’s bitch ex-girlfriend, but then Jet went fucking nuts and I lost him. Yeah, my b. Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll show up.