ch 11

Connor stood just inside the trailer. She could barely remember the trailer park she was killed in. The only things she could bring to mind were the scents of musk, alcohol, and tobacco. This place had those same scents. She felt empty as she just stood there, watching the kitchen, waiting for him to come out. The carpet was stained, the furnishings second-hand, and there was only a half-wall separating the living room from the kitchen. She could see him standing at the sink, drinking a beer and staring out the window.

She wondered what had happened to the woman he lived with, then dismissed the thought. There were more important things to worry about.

He turned around and blinked. "What are ya doin' in mah house?" he demanded, voice slurring. Connor's eyes narrowed, her lip curling in a sneer. Slowly, she raised her hand, leveling the revolver Sylvia had bought her at the man's head. From where she was standing, no blood would get on her. There would be no forensic evidence left behind. She was wearing black latex gloves. The man's eyes slowly widened. He took a staggering step back.

"Who are ya!"

She grinned. "Your daughter."

She pulled the trigger. The gunshot was almost deafeningly loud in the small area. Her ears rang despite the earplugs Karr insisted she use. A small round hole appeared in the man's forehead, blood spraying from the open wound. He stood there for a moment, as if his body hadn't quite gotten the message that he was dead, and suddenly dropped to the ground.

Connor lowered the gun, breathing hard.

"Karr?"

Her earpiece crackled. "I'm here, Connor."

She went back outside and climbed into the driver's seat. They were gone long before the local cops ever arrived. Karr kept her the focus of his scanners. The silence was starting to hurt. He merely kept driving.

They were almost back to the Institute when Connor spoke up again.

"This means I'm his, doesn't it?"

Karr didn't even have to ask what she meant. "For now, I believe it does." he said quietly. "I also don't believe you had any other choice. He will kill you if you try to escape, and I cannot easily hide."

The girl nodded. "Yeah."

Karr pulled into the garage. For once, Charlie was not in there. Scans indicated the Director and Dmitri were in the training rooms. They had some peace, for once.

"Connor, you can tell me anything."

"I know." She slowly looked up from her lap. "I don't think I wanted to be a killer."

Karr emitted an electronic sigh. "None of us do." he assured her softly.

"I'm good at it."

"You have had extensive training."

Connor finally reached out and looped her fingers on the steering wheel. "Then I'll be the best killer there is." she announced. "I won't give the Director the excuse he wants to kill me. And when the time comes, we'll leave. And we'll kill him, so we won't have to worry about it anymore."

It was a child's plan, but Karr could not bring himself to admit the faults. He could not bring himself to tell her that they could both die long before they ever had the chance to escape, because the Director didn't need an excuse to kill them both. He just needed a whim.

"I look forward to that day, little wolf."

The End

Wow. That chapter was awfully short. I apologize for that

Okay. I have a set of rewrites for the rest of the series planned out. If you want them, say so in your reviews. I'm not taking any classes this summer, so once school ends, I'll have three months with nothing better to do than type. *grins* So drop me a line, and let me know if you want this to continue.

Until next time!

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