❦ SESSIONS ❦ WITH ❦ GUNS❦

|Bloody clothes|

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Landing was just as stressful as the rest of the flight and as we land at the airport, I find myself holding tightly to the seat as but as soon as we are on the ground I can finally breathe a bit better. "I'm never doing this again" I say to myself but I can already tell that if I'm ever going to make it home (if I will ever be able to get home at all) I will have to be in one of these or on a ship. But I've never been on a ship before either so I'm not sure if I will be able to go on there.

Then again the plane is sort of worse than anything. The driver which is also a pilot comes over to us he looks at Silas but not once does he speak a word and I wonder why he doesn't say much, as I know he does speak as he did speak before when Silas escaped the prison. "Take her to the car and don't let her out!" Silas order him and I unbuckle the belt and then I follow the man. Taking one last glance at Silas before I exit the plane I feel sadness that I'm not with him but when his reassuring eyes meet mine I know that it is going to be all right.

The driver leads me to a car that is parked near the plane and while I get into the back passenger seat, he goes into the driver's seat. Doesn't he need to rest? I mean he had been driving us to the airport and then he was the one that was flying the plane and now he's going to drive the car, I wonder if that is even safe for him or us to do as he will need rest and something to eat.

A couple of minutes pass and Silas isn't here yet. "I should be there to help him, just in case he might open up the wound again" I speak, breaking the silence that had formed in the car as we are just the two of us as I have no idea where the other man is as he did not come with us. "You care for him?" The man asks me. I give him a confused look. "Yeah, why would I not? He's a human being and he's hurt, someone needs to help him" I say as if he was supposed to know that.

I know that not everyone thinks the best in the world like me but when someone is in need, you should always try to help them and I mean it, Silas is hurt and he should ask for help. Though, when someone is hurt I would not even need their asking, I would help them in less than a heartbeat. He shakes his head. "You truly are something else like he said. Perhaps that is why there is still breath in your lungs" He speaks to me.

"What do you mean?" I ask him. I was about to remove the seatbelt and get out of the car as he has not answered but he stops me. "I would not go out if I were you" He tells me. However, he doesn't say why not and like Silas I find it rather strange that I always have to ask them everything. No one can tell me anything that I need to know without asking about it, it does annoy me a bit. "There is no one around. Literally" I tell him but he shakes his head.

"See that bush over there?" He asks me as he points at a bush far away and I look at it. "Yeah....?" I ask him. I don't think I'm understanding what he's going at here and why he is like this. "There is an assassin in that bush. A rather bad one if you ask me. She is going to try to shoot Silas when he steps out of the plane" He says and I gasp and look closer at the bush. Yet my eyes can't see a person, let alone a woman or an assassin. Though I would not know what an assassin looks like.

I've never met one in my life nor do I know if I want to know because they are meant to kill and they do it for money. "How do you know? I can't see a thing" I tell him but he lightly chuckles as he hands me a binoculars which I take and use. As soon as I'm staring through them at the bush I start to see movements that aren't because of the wind because it's actually pretty warm and the sun is shining. There is no wind outside either.

Then as I look closer I can see a woman there, holding a gun. A rather large gun that is pointed at the plane and I gulp. "Is that why he isn't coming out?" I ask him as I hand him the binoculars back and he puts them back to where they were. "No" He answers and this time I'm really confused. So, if he isn't coming because of the woman that wants to kill and because of his wound, then why isn't he coming? The man whose name I don't know doesn't say anything and that makes me let out a loud sigh.

"Then why isn't he?" I ask. I start to feel this fear for Silas and his life, wondering if he is in danger and needs help which I know he isn't going to ask for no matter what. "He's doing business" He tells me. "He is? How?" I ask him. Why did he not do that while we were in the air? None of this makes sense to me but this man is perfectly still and he is calm, like he has been through this about a hundred times before. "Questions like these will get you killed someday" He says.

I don't say anything after that. Only look at the plane. From the outside it looks like it's rather large one yet being inside it, it doesn't look like it's that big but it is. Some seconds pass by before it finally comes to me. I'm actually in Spain. It's more beautiful than I could've imagined and if it were not for the air conditioning in the car, I'm sure we'd be so hot in here. I am a bit but it doesn't bother me that much as the air is cool in here.

"How long do you think he will be?" I ask after about ten minutes pass. I watch as the clock in the car allows the minutes to tick by. I've already seen everything that I could've seen by looking outside the window. The airport I realize is no longer used as there are no other planes here. The sun is shining right at the car and I wish I could be out there in the sun but I don't have sun screen and I don't want to burn by the sun. As I've never burned in my entire life and I do hope I will be able to get through my whole life without it as I've heard that it doesn't feel that great, that it actually hurts.

The driver looks at me and rolls his eyes. "You lasted nine minutes and forty seconds of not speaking, it must be a record for you" He says but not once does he answer my question and that is getting pretty old. "Then he has been nine minutes and forty seconds too long in the plane. He could be unconscious again we would not even know it" I tell him. He smirks at my words or at me, I can't be sure of it.

"If this is now your new life, I have one advice. Lower your worry, it will send you early to your grave" He tells me and looks at me through the rearview mirror and gives me a strange look. A mixture that I can't even tell what is. I sigh as I sit back down in the seat and grow bored once again. Then in the distance I see that the bush has moved and a woman steps out, the assassin. She takes her gun with her as she turns around and head for a car which I did not even know was there.

Once she drives the car away, my eyes turn to the plane once again but Silas doesn't show. I feel my heart want him to be here with me for a reason that is a riddle to me as I do not understand it at all nor can I solve it. A couple of minutes pass as I sit there bored out of my mind. Each time I try to ask or speak anything at all, he always shuts me down so I've stopped trying.

Playing with my hands and my fingernails to the point that I've seen every inch of my fingers and nails and still I wait in the car. Getting out of the car has been made clear to me would mean that I would die and because of that reason alone I won't be going outside. Though, my thoughts continue to run all over and I keep coming back to what Silas is doing. He must realize that he can't do any business when he's like that, in his condition I mean. He must be feeling weak from blood loss and in so much pain.

Finally after what feels like forever, Silas does step out of the plane and walks over to the car. I search everywhere around for more assassins that are waiting to shoot him while he walks over here. I see that he isn't wearing a shirt and he does have the towel around his wound as I had put it before, to keep it from the exposed air so no bacteria could get into and to stop any bleeding if he were to tear the stitches and open up the wound once again.

Somehow I find myself relieved that he's all right but then I notice that his clothes are covered in blood splatter and I know these are not from when I was cleaning his wound. Not like this. Did something happen? Is he hurt in any way? My eyes scan him up and down, trying to find some signs of pain but his body nor his face shows anything. Not even the pain that he must be in his arm. He gets into the car and sits down next to me and I look at him scared and confused and worried for him.

"You know where to go!" Silas speaks to the driver who nods at him and he begins to drive off somewhere to a place where I've no idea as I've no idea even where in Spain we are as I have never been here and I not exactly have any time to prepare for anything nor even get myself a map of the country nor where we are which again I don't even know where. "Are you injured somewhere?" I ask him and I suddenly regret not taking the first aid kit from the plane with us since that would've helped a lot if he's hurt.

Silas chuckles at me as he looks down on himself and his bloodied clothes. "It's not my blood" He only says to me and I gasp when I hear him say that. Meaning that someone is hurt, that he may or may not have hurt someone. Did he kill someone? That makes me feel so bad that I can't even think at all. I don't want anyone hurt or dead. It makes me feel so guilty that I could've done something to prevent that from ever happening at all.

I barely even look at where we are going as I start to panic about it all. We are both wearing bloody clothes and that doesn't make me feel any better about any of this. "If you pass out again, do expect to wake up on the side of the road" Silas whispers into my ear, quite harshly actually. It brings chills down my spine as the fear rises within me. I gulp but I don't look up. My eyes are glued to the floor and my feet while I fear looking at Silas right now as it confuses me why I would feel fear.

Perhaps it is because I'm finally understanding that he kills people and he is happy about it. The bone-chilling fear doesn't want to leave me alone and I find myself leaning again the door to get away from him as the car is still driving. The action I had hoped would go unnoticed by Silas but it seems that doesn't work since he chuckles and only then I look up to meet his gaze. It's hard but at the same time it's soft or at least softer than he mostly has it all the time and I think that can be taken as a compliment.

"Where are we going?" I ask for what feels like the hundredth time this day as I always seem to me asking that question to him and each time he never truly answers the question. "To my mansion" He speaks and finally I get an answer that I like. I softly but sadly smile to him. "Does your arm hurt?" I ask him but he darkly smirks at me as his eyes change. His kohl black eyes somehow have this ability that they do darken a fair amount. I do not know how.

"No, it does not. Though, I will see a doctor when we get to the mansion to ease your mind. Or I would never hear the end of it" He jokes but I let out a giggle. His moods I notice change awfully quick. "How does it not hurt? You were shot and I had to stitch you up, that has to hurt so badly" I tell him, I can only imagine that being shot hurts more than anything. I have never even broken a bone or gotten shot so I don't know in what kind of a pain he is or isn't he as he says he isn't feeling any. "You are rather naive, aren't you?" He asks me.

Furrowing my eyebrows at him in confusion. "When you have gotten more bullet scars than you can count, you are used to the pain" He tells me before he looks away from me and it's clear that he doesn't want to talk about it but perhaps in sessions he will. Since, I've only now learned that he has been shot so many times, that much be so painful and I now know that he's much braver than I had given him credit for.