Matilda and the Assassin - Chapter 6
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Hetero, MF, Mf, 1st Time, Violence (not sexual violence)
Previous parts to this story - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5
A lock of Matilda's black hair lay across her cheek, tickling the side of her nose. She brushed it away as she would a pesky fly. Then she reached for the blanket. She moved her hand from side to side. She stretched her arm. Nothing! Her eyes grudgingly opened in slits only to see brown fabric. Blinking away the sleep, she stared at the back of the living room couch. As she became more alert, memories of the previous day filled her mind.
Noises from the kitchen that had awoken her continued to waft into the living room. She huddled on the couch afraid to look at Leon, or be seen by him.
"If you want to eat, come to the table," Leon said in his no-nonsense manner.
Matilda sighed and rolled onto her back. She stared at the ceiling wondering what was to become of her. Sighing again, she swung her legs off the couch and sat up. Leaning forward, she rested her forearms on her knees with her head bowed. She shook her head, letting her hair untangle as it whipped across her face. Then she stood up.
Matilda shuffled to the kitchen in her bare feet. All she had on were panties. Leon did not seem to notice. She sat at her usual seat with her head down and eyes boring into the scrambled eggs on her plate.
"I'm sorry," she said without looking up.
"Eat."
Not much was said during breakfast. When done, Leon left without saying where he was going. That was not unusual so Matilda hoped things would go back to normal and he would let her stay. She cleaned up the dishes then went to the bedroom.
Bobby's bear was on the dresser where Leon allowed her to keep it, but it was once again right side up. Matilda hugged the bear, whispering, "I love you, Bobby." Then she placed it back on the dresser, leaning it against the wall to balance it on its head. She knew Leon would flip it over when he saw it. She once bet him he could not leave it on its head. He struggled to ignore it, but his compulsiveness forced him to turn it over. Matilda had laughed and jumped up and down with glee. But when Leon's face hardened she instantly became still. He hated not being in control and believed his compulsive behavior to be a weakness.
Matilda stared at the upside down bear. It brought a smile to her face knowing that's the way Bobby liked it. She washed up and got ready for the day.
She was playing with the yo-yo when she heard shouting outside the apartment. She had become proficient with the toy and a flick of her finger caused the yo-yo to ride up the string and slap against her palm. She clutched it in her small hand.
Matilda dragged a kitchen chair to the door and climbed onto it. She peered through the peep hole. She recognized Detective Grafton immediately. He was yelling at a uniformed policeman. When the policeman tried to talk back, Grafton shoved him so hard he stumbled backwards and crashed into the wall. The policeman looked stunned.
"I told you to leave!" Grafton shouted. "It's my case! Get out of here!"
The policeman pushed off the wall and glared at Grafton. His face was red. Matilda saw his fists clench. It was like a male wolf sizing up the alpha male. Matilda expected a fight. But the policeman turned and sped down the hall to the stairs. Grafton watched him the whole time and then ripped off the yellow crime scene tape. He opened the door to Matilda's old apartment with a key and disappeared inside.
Matilda continued staring at the empty hallway. Her heart beat fast. And then she jumped off the chair and ran into the bedroom. She went directly to the large suitcase to retrieve the same pistol she used to kill the security guard. She made sure the magazine was full and screwed on the silencer. Then she flicked the safety off and ran to the front door.
She climbed onto the chair and pressed her eye to the peep hole. The hallway was empty. Now's my chance, she thought.
Getting off the chair, Matilda flung it aside. It rolled over once and slid a few feet. But Matilda never saw it. She was busy adjusting the door so that it would not self lock. She opened the door, peeked around it, and went into the hallway. She breathed out of her open mouth. Her chest rose and fell with every deep breath. Each step brought her closer to her old apartment. The arm with the gun hung at her side. Her finger rested on the trigger.
When she reached the apartment she heard a lot of banging and crashing sounds inside. Good, he's still in there. She unlocked the door and opened it slowly with a hand on the doorknob and her shoulder shoving the door. She held the gun waist high. Stepping inside, she shut the door as quietly as she could, wincing when it clicked closed. Her eyes scanned the area in front of her as she walked down the short hall. Her finger twitched on the trigger. She did not even bother sidestepping her father's dried blood. At the end of the hall, she peeked around the corner.
Detective Grafton was in the living room, shoving and throwing things. He pulled a switchblade knife from his back pocket and pressed the button with his thumb. The shiny blade sprang out. He thrust it into a couch cushion and slashed it. Then he ripped the torn cushion apart with his hands. Stuffing flew into the air around him, some settling on his suit jacket and his hair. He shoved his hand into the cushion and moved it around. It came out empty, except for more stuffing clinging to his sleeve. He threw the cushion to the floor and attacked the next one in the same manner.
Grafton dropped to his hands and knees to look under the couch. When he did not find anything, he grabbed the bottom and, with all his strength, flung the couch over onto its back. He stood up, his face red with anger. He looked around, staring, thinking. Then he walked up to an old piece of furniture and pulled open the top drawer. He rummaged through it, finally pulling it out and dumping the contents onto the floor. He stooped to look into the opening and then threw the empty drawer aside and opened the next one.
Matilda took a deep breath and tiptoed into the living room. The gun hung at her side. She raised it and yelled, "Stop that!"
Grafton spun around. His angry expression changed to surprise when he saw Matilda. Then his eyes dropped to the gun and he smiled.
"You're Frank's other kid. I wondered what happened to you," he said calmly.
Matilda did not expect him to be composed. She wanted him to be afraid like Bobby probably was. But she remembered what Leon had taught her and the mistake she made with the security guard. She did not hesitate. She pulled the trigger.
Skip Grafton's eyes opened wide and he looked down at his chest. He pulled his suit jacket apart and stared at the blood soaking through his white cotton shirt. He looked back at Matilda with a confused expression.
"Oh fuck!" he said.
His legs buckled and he dropped to the floor. He sat there for a few moments with his shoulders slumped and his chin on his chest, and then he toppled over onto his side. Blood spilled from his mouth. It flowed down his cheek and soaked into the carpet.
"Why ... why did you shoot me?" His voice was faint. It was difficult for him to speak. His eyes looked up at Matilda's face without his head moving.
"You killed my baby brother," Matilda said, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Me? It wasn't me."
Grafton found it difficult to speak. The pool of blood around him was expanding.
"It was you!" Matilda shouted. "I saw you here. You had a fight with my father and came here and killed him and everyone. I saw you here."
Grafton grimaced and coughed once. "I ... I was your father's partner. But I ... I didn't kill him. I was called here to ... to investigate the homicide. I didn't do it."
"Liar!"
"Why would I lie? I'm dying."
"What are you doing here now?"
"Looking for the drugs. That's all. But I didn't..." He grimaced. "I didn't kill--"
Grafton grunted. Blood appeared at his nostrils and bubbled. His face scrunched up in pain as he sucked in a lungful of air, and then he let it out in a long sigh. His body went limp and his eyes closed.
Matilda knew he was dead but she was taught to make sure. She got a little closer and pointed the gun. Her hand was steady as she put a bullet into his head. Then she ran out of the apartment, the door locking behind her. She rushed back to Leon's apartment and replaced the pistol and silencer in the suitcase.
Now that it was over, Matilda's whole body shook. She got Bobby's bear and hugged it. It calmed her a little. She had done it. She avenged her brother.
He lied to me, she thought, hugging the bear to her chest. I know he did it. But why would he lie? He knew he was dying. Why would he lie?
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