The new cover - Um...hello ;) (Italics = flashback but I think you all know that xx)

The sound was so loud, after that, I was sure that I was deaf, but I wasn't, everything just went completely still that I could hear the blood pumping in my body before I heard the painful groan and flew backwards landing on my butt.

I stared shocked and let out the breathe I was holding, "You bitch!"

Did he just shove me? I narrowed my eyes. 

He f*cking shoved me, arsewipe.

He rolled over crying out in pain, onto his stomach clutching his left shoulder, "You were meant to shoot me in the heart, and not fucking miss!" he panted out.

I took my finger off the gun, "First of all, I never miss." I said irritated, how dare he think that, "And secondly shooting you in the heart would just mean a painless death," I replied my voice like a whisper. Daniel rolled back to his back taking laboured breathes as he stared at the sky breathing, "I think you got my  bone,"

Well if I did, his shoulder bone was now shattered, "Good," I replied seeing his shirt get soaked with blood fast, I could feel it on my fingers and I cast a glace to my fingers.

I just can't kill someone without a mess can I?

I still can't believe he f*cking shoved me. Manners.

The warmth seeped into my own clothes and the liquid getting cold on my fingers.

I stood up pulling my top down and stared at him on the ground, he wasn't going anywhere, because first he needed to lift himself off the ground, which he cant do with a shoulder like that.

I rushed back inside through the back door, a plan already forming in my head. There wasn't much I could do with what was left, but enough to make it look...neat?

I scoffed, yeah right, when was I ever neat?

I went straight to the kitchen looking through all the cupboards before I found what I was looking for, oil. Grabbing the big canister I lugged it after me as I started pouring it around the stove, lathering the stove with it.

I spread it more towards the lounge room where there was furniture where it would catch on fire, and then back towards the stairs ,and up them, making sure I got each one. I went through the bedrooms next, where there was a lot of flammable items. 

My heart skipped a beat as I stepped in, closing my eyes staring at the body.

Michael. 

A silent shudder passed through my body.

He didn't deserve to die like this. I bit my lip and shook my head clearing my thought, I had one thing to do.

Hurry up Isandra.

I placed the remainder of the oil on his body, around the furniture and chucked the empty bottle near him and took out the lighter. I had to run, fast.

Switching on the flame I had started running towards the door before I threw it onto the body, I couldn't even stay to see what happened. I knew what was happening. I could see the flames before my eyes engulf his body, burning his already dead and cold skin to crisp before igniting the furniture behind him.

Burning was the only way they could eliminate the DNA, and hopefully with all the house burning down with him, it would be too much to find his ashes. 

I could feel the flames on my feet as I rushed out the house, slipping on the oil. I grabbed onto the hot wall balancing myself, Jesus Isandra. The temperature could get greater than three hundred degrees Celsius, even being near the house was enough to knock you unconscious from the powerful smoke already filling my nostrils.

It was potent.

This house had only seconds before it was going to catch fire. I closed the door brushing off the small flame that caught my arm, I could feel my skin lightly burnt. It would heal, like all things, it just needed time.

The cool air against my palm that touched the hot wall should have been relaxed against the cold wind, but instead it felt worst. All gritty and tingling. I wriggled my fingers fastening my pace. 

Daniel was exactly where I let him, not like he could move anywhere, more controlled over his emotions as his eyes opened as I came closer, he narrowed them when he saw me.

"I hate you,"

"I know, get up," I said roughly kicking his side as he groaned. I bent down grabbing his injured arm up and giving it a pull to make him stand up, the sound he made, was well, deserved.

"You had too didn't you," 

"Yes," I said silently as the loud explosion started behind me, I could feel the heat roll of the burning house as I pulled Daniel further into the wood, ignoring his protests and murmurs for me to slow down.

"Can you slow down?" I ignored him, did he want to burn and burst into flames? I know for sure I didn't want to. I didn't know how it felt for people who died in  burning homes but that few seconds in there, it was horrible.

I could still smell the smoke in my lungs, on my clothes, and the air around me. God it hurt to even breathe, every breathe it wasn't cold air that went up my nose, it was warm burning. I wiped the bottom of my nose with my sleeve, nope no change, my face felt sticky and scalded, like the fresh skin when you pull a scab or a wound. When it felt hot and hurt to touch it.

"Fuck stop woman,"  with the strength he had left he dug his heels into the ground. 

I let his arm go and he fell to the ground groaning and I rolled my eyes, what a sook. I looked back at the flames in the sky, at least we were far enough and the fire wouldn't spread too much. or I hope it didn't and I hoped the authorities I called came fast enough.

I looked at Daniel biting my lip as his eyes were closed, murmuring something to  himself, no doubt trying to control his pain.

He deserved it. 

I kicked a stray rock walking a few steps away from him, we came to the edge of the mountain and looking down I could see the water. It wasn't that far above the land, in fact this would have been a perfect spot to jump into the water in summer to relax.

One hand on my hip I took out my phone, no signal, life just gets perfect. Stupid connection.

"If you're thinking of pushing me off the cliff, I'll take you down with me,"

I turned around, Daniel was sitting up holding his other palm against his left shoulder.

I walked back crouching down to his level, "If I was going to kill you, I would have killed you back then, actually I would have shot you in the throat, want to know why?"

His face scrunched up as he stared at me in disgust, "You would choke on your own blood as you breathe, you would know how it felt to be dying but not dying fast enough, blood spiting out of your mouth, shoulder and your throat, isn't that a wonderful way to die?"

"You're sick,"

"You're a traitor," I spat back, he had no place to tell me what I was. I knew I was sick, twisted, basically I was a fuc*ed up human being. Didn't he think I know that? Look at what I was doing, I felt joy seeing him sit there in pain, but I also felt something else I couldn't describe. Something that made my heart itchy, I needed a heart scratcher. 

Questions ran through my mind?

Did it stop bleeding?

Did it still hurt?

Why did he do that?

"I was just doing my job!" he yelled then groaned realizing he had moved his arm, my eyes flickered to his wound quickly before I brushed the thought away.

"You would do anything for your job wouldn't you, even if it meant going undercover to do it, wouldn't you," he added on.

I just stared at his, his brown eyes opening to meet mine and closing when he tried to hide his pain. Would I go undercover to kill someone, of course I did, and I would. Whatever do get my job done.

Was he claiming he came undercover to finish it, fine, fair enough but his grandfather. 

"I know what you're thinking, grandfather, I was going to explain it to him after, but you had to shoot me,"

I scoffed, "I should have killed you,"

"Why didn't you then?"

I swallowed, the answer to that question, I didn't have that. I shrugged my fingers pulling on the grass, maybe I should just finish him off. If this was anyone else I would have shot them, hell every time I went undercover I killed everyone, leave no trails.

Why wasn't I just shooting him between the eyes right now?

I should, should do it Isandra. My fingers itched to do it, but something held my back. Just get it over and done with. Don't be a traitor like him. 

"I'm sorry,"

What

I looked up, what?

"I shouldn't have asked for you to be involved, I didn't realise I would fa-" He shook his head, "Just kill me, I would rather die before your government torture me,"

Of course they would, they would pry him till he told every detail, scorpions, snakes, spiders, pulling his nails our, I could cringe just thinking about it. I also knew that he wouldn't spill anything, no matter how much it hurt.

"I alread did," 

"What?" 

I nodded back at the place on fire, "By the time they arrive, the whole thing would be finished, they wouldn't find bodies, only cremation of it and burnt down to crisp. They can try doing a DNA on it to see if there were bodies, they'll find evidence of Michael, but it would be too late to see who it was. They'll assume I killed you and burned you down with the house,"

"No questions asked?" he looked confused.

I shrugged, "They trust my word, after all I did nothing to make them doubt me," till now. And how much of the story that Daniel was a traitor would they believe. I failed a mission, and I failed to kill him.

I wasn't fit. 

"Sandy, I want to tell you something-,"

"Don't" I stood up, I didn't want to hear his apologies, hell I didn't even want to hear him speak, ever.

Just do it Sandy, kill him. Shit no, Isandra, my name was fucking Isandra. 

I felt something start at the back of my throat, it hurt. But it was a different type of hurt. 

"Wh-," he paused clearing his throat and I looked over my shoulder, "What are you going to do now,"

He asked a casual question, but I knew he meant, what was I going to do with him. Not what was I going to do with my life, which needed a change.

Never get attached.

I broke that rule.

I rubbed my hands over my eyes pressing against them till it hurt and sighed, "I am going back, they should be here by now,"

I turned around facing him, crossing my arms uncomfortably over my tightening chest, "And me?" He asked slowly narrowing his eyes in thought.

Damn it didn't he get the hint?

I licked my lips trying to make my mouth speak, spit out, and walk away and block it. I was always good at that, yep that's what I'll do, block this.

I shrugged, "Whatever you want but I tell you this now, if I ever see you again, I won't think twice about shooting you in the throat," 

He cringed, yeah, you cringe buddy.

I started walking hearing him speak, trying to ignore him but my ears had other ideas.

"I'm sorry Sandy, I didn't mean to involve you like this,"

I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time, the last time my heart hurt like this and I didn't know what to do, was when my brother told me my parents weren't coming back, for a long time.

I frowned, a long time spread into eternity, they still aren't break. I bit my lip, he was right, I hadn't spoken to my brother since. I wonder what he was doing.

Forcing a smile I nodded, that's what I was going to do, get my life on track, and try to block this out.

Isandra take two. 

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