Assassin my Guardian

Bullet shots filled the entire school. Though it was abandoned a long time ago, the commotion at midnight was even greater than any populous school on monday.

Blood, gore and bodies were seen around every corner. Mounds of Remorselessly fractured bodies of police disgusted Akio. He had been searching for filled guns from their bloody uniforms but he didn't even find one. None of them contained any bullet.

"Punks wasted all the bullets and became a waste themselves".

He harshly kicked the body before swinging the gun right at its face.

Aiko was a six feet, twenty six years old dashing gangster, to say better, an assassin. Most feared and skilled in his business. This abandoned school had been his meeting spot for years but no more.

An officer rose from the dead bodies clutching his chance to escape and sprinted away madly from Akio screaming for his life. Bad timing for him.

Akio picked up a bloody hammer from the ground that he used earlier as his sole weapon and flung it over towards him dexterously.

Blood spurted out as the hammer hit the officer's head thus puncturing it and he dropped down lifelessly.

"There he is!".

A bunch of officers clutching guns spotted Akio in the corridor.

"Ahh shit!".

He quickly took a turn and entered the school lockers area. Too many huge lockers to choose from for hiding.

Sounds of police reached closer as Akio's hand randomly landed on one locker as he tried to open it. It flung open.

Just when he was going to climb in it. His glance met hers.

She shivered from fear. Her small figure curled in one corner. She just stared at Aiko, her dovey eyes getting bigger than before. But her petrified self couldn't bring her to open her mouth to ask anything. He had seen her once in lifetime when he had picked her from school.

Akio smirked and at once plunged inside, quietly shutting the locker door behind him.

"That mf was here before, where did he go?".

Police were here, outside the locker. They searched frantically for Akio. Their guns were loaded and their bullets impatiently waited to kill Akio.

Inside the locker, Akio covered Mira's mouth with his bloody hands. He had sat her between his legs. This was the only way he could fit inside. Mira could feel Akio's warm breath on top of her head as her back was pressed against his hard chest. Her sixteen years old self was unlucky enough to witness her perfect life turning turtle.

The tumult of shouting at the police was gone now. They would probably be searching other hideout areas of the police only if they managed to survive from Akio's gang members who were waiting for their police killing spree at different spots of school.

The locker burst opened and Mira jumped out. Half of her face was stained by Akio's bloody hand. She waited calmly before Aiko climbed down after her.

Little Mira turned to face his tall physique.

Aiko kept his amused gazed at her face as he continued to tuck his shirt inside his pants. Although he had already seen her once, he was a complete stranger to her. Her feared gaze stayed downcast, eyes roving while she fidgeted her fingers. Her mind bombarded with negative thoughts.

" What will this dangerous man do to me now? Am I his next target to murder? How much will it cause pain?".

Aiko let out a mild scary laugh. He stuck out his tongue and licked his thumb. Getting hold of her chin with one hand, he lifted her face and brought his saliva covered thumb to her face thus wiping off the blood from her mouth while smirking.

Mira shut her eyes tightly hoping for something bad, a shiver ran down her spine.

Though Akio's attempt to clean her face proved a failure, he still tried.

He grabbed her arm and yanked her forward with him as he darted out of the place. More Police clamour coming towards them rang in his ears.

Opening a small, unnoticeable wooden door in the corner, he vanished inside it with Mira into the basement.

The dingy basement was dimly lit by a yellow bright bulb hung from the cramped ceiling. The scraped walls had blood spurted on them.

Few gangsters wearing suits stood around the room clutching weapons as they eyed Aiko trailed along Mira downstairs. They looked like they would split anyone's neck if peered upon a little longer.

Reaching downstairs, Aiko grabbed Mira's shoulders and pushed her forward. Not roughly.

Before her tied to a chair was a man in his forties in ripped clothes, brutally beaten, one eye popped, bloody nose and mouth and one ear gone.

Mira almost choked on her saliva. This was the most dreadful thing she ever witnessed.

Her feet sauntered backwards. Her breathing doubled.

"Mira".

Aiko spoke in his raspy voice in a prolonged way.

"Don't do this. Don't".

He stepped forth.

"Don't you dare to back away or else…".

He brought his mouth close to her small ear and whispered.

"I'll eat your ear!".

His voice sent her chills. She shuddered. Her eyes were filled in no time. Her lips trembled to cry but she took control of herself.

Aiko smirked, seeing her petrified. He backed away.

"I'm kidding, just kidding".

Consolation didn't help her from trembling.

Aiko hugged her from back. A gangster came forward and handed a gun in Akio's hand.

"This man you see, don't pity him. He's your enemy. Your brother, my friend".

He took a moment to breathe.

"This bastard killed your brother".

Mira couldn't believe his words. His older brother Ryan was gone for a few days but according to this guy he was no more. Tears overflowed her eyes. She cried with hiccups. Couldn't help it anymore. Her body felt weak. Her feet seemed to stop supporting her weight.

In a moment, Aiko held the gun in her hands forcefully and urged her to shoot the murderer of his brother.

"Shoot him now".

Her hands shaked but Aiko supported the gun in her hands.

Mira tried to speak but it seemed her voice was lost. She tried to pull her hands and push Akio's body away from her.

Seeing her struggles, Aiko let her go. He took the gun.

"Allow me to take your revenge".

BANG BANG BANG...The gun went off. The man who was mildly breathing before was shot dead on the spot.

Mira flopped down on the floor covering her ears. She would better find a way to run from this assassin.