Matilda and the Assassin - Chapter 9
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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, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8
Matilda's eyes blinked open a tad and then all the way. She rubbed them with the pads of her palms and then stretched her arms straight into the air with a big, lion-like yawn. Her arms dropped to her sides with a thud and slight bounce on the mattress. Clasping her hands behind her head, she stared up at the ceiling with a huge smile as she kicked the bedcover off. Memories of the previous night filled her mind.
She looked right and left and then pushed herself up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She hesitated, confused for a moment. She still wore the clothes from the day before. Seeing the skirt bunched at her waist and no panties, she smiled again.
Matilda listened for sounds that Leon was in the apartment. There were none. Thinking back to Leon confessing his love for her, she immediately missed him and loneliness overwhelmed her. She wanted to be with Leon.
She set a record for washing up and gulping down a small breakfast. Rushing from the apartment, taking two steps at a time as she fled down the stairs, she stormed onto the street. She almost ran the eight blocks to Big Tony's.
Pausing for a moment to catch her breath in front of the restaurant, Matilda pulled the handle to the front door. It rattled but did not open. She pulled again, harder. Stomping her foot and kicking the door, she then pressed her forehead and nose to the glass with her hands cupped on both sides of her face. She saw Big Tony at the cash register. She knocked. He looked up with a scowl, but his face softened when he recognized her. He walked to the door and unlocked it.
As soon as Big Tony opened the door, Matilda cried out, "Is Leon here?"
"Haven't seen him. Why?"
"He wasn't in the apartment when I woke up and I thought he'd be here."
"Nope. Not here." His eyes roamed up and down her body. "Want to come in?"
Matilda stepped back. "No, um, I better go."
She turned and headed back towards her apartment, kicking anything in her path.
"Hey, cutie."
Matilda's head shot up and she jumped away from the voice. But a smile appeared on her face. Crash was sitting on the stoop in front of an apartment building wearing blue jeans and a tight, white polo shirt. The short sleeves were rolled up over his shoulders displaying his prominent muscles. A lit cigarette dangled from his lips and one eye squinted from the smoke. Matilda walked up to him and snatched the cigarette, dropping it to the floor and crushing it with a twist of her sneaker.
"Those things will kill you," she scolded him, but her voice was playful.
"Well, gotta do something to pass the time. Anyway, who needs to live long? What would I be giving up, all this?" He spread his arms.
Matilda slapped his arm. "I like you. I want us to be friends. You're the only one my age I know. If you got cancer then I wouldn't have any friends."
Crash's smile got bigger. "I'd like to be your friend, too. Okay, I'll try to quit. But only because we're friends."
"What are you doing here?" Matilda asked.
"I live here." He thrust his thumb over his shoulder without turning.
"With your family?"
"Naw, ain't got no family. Been on my own for a long time."
"I don't have a family either."
"What about that French guy?"
"I just live with him. He took me in when my family..."
One of Crash's eyebrows rose but he did not say anything. Everyone he knew had secrets.
Matilda sat down on the stoop. She asked Crash about his job. When he shrugged, she asked him what he liked. He responded with, "Fast cars and smoking cigarettes." Matilda chuckled and then blushed when he added, "And you." They chatted for a while but she didn't tell him much about herself. It was fun to talk to someone her age, though.
"Hey, would you like to, you know, go to a movie?" Crash asked.
Matilda jumped up and said, "Gotta go." She began walking away.
"Hey, Matilda," Crash called out. She stopped and looked over her shoulder. "I like being your friend."
She returned his smile and started skipping before falling into a normal walk.
Matilda was heading to her apartment at the end of the hall when she stopped in front of her old one. She stared at the door. It was no longer crisscrossed with yellow police tape but she knew it was still vacant. It brought back memories; most bad but some good -- the ones with Bobby were good. Taking a step towards Leon's apartment, she hesitated before taking the second step. Still leaning forward with one foot in front of her, she looked to the side -- at the door to her old apartment.
Digging into her pocket, Matilda pulled out her keys. Her eyes almost bored through the door as she rubbed her old key between her thumb and forefinger. Bringing her feet together and standing upright, she looked over her shoulder. The hall was empty. She hesitantly stepped up to the door. After looking down the hall again, she inserted the key into the lock. She held her breath. Checking the hall one last time, she turned the key and doorknob and opened the door. She quickly ducked inside and slammed the door behind her. Leaning against the door, she let the air out of her lungs and took a few deep breaths. Her heart pounded.
Matilda strolled through the apartment, looking at everything. Each room -- each item -- brought back memories. She tried to ignore the outlines of the bodies and the dried blood, even Detective Grafton's. She eventually found herself standing in the threshold of her old room -- and Bobby's -- staring at his empty bed. She placed a hand over her heart as her breathing became shallow. She wiped her watery eyes.
"Bobby, I miss you so much," she whispered.
Matilda scanned the room, but her eyes kept returning to Bobby's bed. She could almost see his little form sleeping, clutching his bear in the crook of his arm. Then her eyes rose to the shelf over the bed. A half smile appeared on her face when she visualized Bobby's upside down bear. But the smile vanished as she continued to stare. Her eyes shifted to the upper right, but she no longer saw the room. Memories flashed through her mind. She fast forwarded through some, but others appeared in slow motion, some actually freezing.
She delved into the past. Her eyes squinted as she chewed her lower lip, remembering. She remembered Bobby being alive. She remembered seeing her father's dead body sprawled on the floor when she returned from the supermarket. She remembered how scared she was and how Leon had saved her. She remembered walking through her old apartment right after the slaughter. She remembered going back for her belongings and Bobby's bear. She focused on that for a while, seeing herself reaching for the bear in slow motion. She remembered killing Detective Grafton. Much of that was in slow motion as well. She remembered what happened at the Russian's apartment. She remembered every little detail.
Matilda gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth.
She spun around and ran to the front door, flinging it open and barreling into the hall, not slowing down until she was inside Leon's apartment. There she staggered towards the bedroom as if she were drunk, stopping at the threshold. She stared into the room, dazed, lightheaded. The room blurred and whirled. She felt like she was on a merry-go-round. Her legs buckled. Everything went dark.
Matilda heard her name called as if from far away. She thought it was Bobby, but it did not sound like him. She tried to focus, to make it louder, and soon it was. Her eyes fluttered open. She stared up at Leon's concerned face.
"What happened?" Leon asked, still shaking her shoulder.
"Huh? Where am I?"
Leon scooped her up and laid her on the bed. He brushed the hair off the bruise on her forehead.
"I found you on the floor ... unconscious. Are you sick?"
"Sick? No, I ... I got dizzy and ... I guess I fainted."
"How do you feel now?"
Leon touched her shoulder but Matilda winced so he pulled his hand back.
"Um, I'm okay," she said. "Where were you?"
"I went to the store."
Leon leaned over to kiss Matilda but she turned her head. "Is something wrong?" he asked.
"How come you knew the weasel?" she asked.
"Who?"
"That guy Freddie."
Leon's face tensed and his eyes darted away from Matilda but instantly returned. "I said we were not going to talk about that."
"But how did you know him?"
Leon hesitated. Matilda saw the calculating in his eyes. "I did not know him. I knew the Russian."
"But you called him Freddie."
"Yes, but the Russian told me his name."
He's lying. Leon said Freddie told him about my mother. Matilda studied Leon's face. For the first time, she saw perspiration on his forehead. The corner of his mouth twitched.
"Okay," she said. "I was just curious."
"Is that why you fainted? Were you still fretting over what happened there?"
"No, I, um, just felt dizzy. Maybe I was hungry."
"Shall I make you something? Do you want to eat?"
"Yes. Thanks. I am really hungry. Can I rest here in the meantime?"
"Of course. You rest and I'll make you something. What do you want?"
"Tacos!" she said excitedly.
Leon chuckled and leaned forward kissing her on the forehead. She pulled his head lower, bringing his mouth to hers. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and held his head with both hands. Leon moaned and returned the passionate kiss.
He pulled back. "I'll make you three. I know you like them. And some refried beans. It will take some time so you rest and I will call you when they are ready."
"I love you, Leon."
He smiled. "I love you, too."
Leon paused in the doorway and turned back. "Try to take a nap," he said, smiling again before closing the door with a soft click.
About forty-five minutes later, there was a knock on the door before it opened partway. Leon's head appeared around the side. His eyes opened wide. Matilda lay on the bed naked with her knees pointed outward and the soles of her feet pressed together. She strummed her clit with the tip of her finger.
"What are you doing?" Leon asked, stepping into the room.
"I'm getting ready for you."
"What about lunch?"
"We'll eat later. Right now I want you."
Leon looked over his shoulder at the kitchen. He was a compulsive and methodical man who liked everything in order. When something was out of place he had to right it. When he began something he was compelled to finish it. The food was ready. It would spoil if not eaten. But when he turned back to Matilda he saw her sucking her finger. And then the now wet finger returned to strumming her clit. His cock stiffened and he ignored the prepared lunch. Matilda was changing him.
Leon's eyes locked on Matilda's 13-year-old pussy. With her legs spread open to the straining point, the slit parted. The pink inner flesh was moist. The pussy-lips were meaty and hairless. A few wisps of hair had recently sprouted above her slit, but the rest was smooth skin.
Matilda's finger moved lower, sliding between her labia, dipping into her hole. First the fingertip and then more than half. Using her other hand, she pried her labia apart so that Leon could see her pussy flesh clamped around her finger.
"This is where I want your cock," she said, sliding her finger in and out. "I'm so hot for you right now I can't stand it."
Leon stood slack-jawed in the doorway, his labored breaths coming from his open mouth. His hands tore at his belt as he walked to the bed. When he got there, his pants were already undone. They dropped to the floor. He pushed down his underwear and stepped out of his clothes. He pulled his shirt off and let it fall atop the untidy pile of clothing. Leon always picked up after Matilda. But he left the mess on the floor as he climbed onto the bed.
Leon was changing. He was no longer the unemotional, methodical man Matilda had met.
"I love you, Leon," Matilda said in a husky voice.
Leon grunted in response. His eyes never wavered from her pussy as his hard cock bounced in front of him. He was not thinking. He was acting on impulse -- on lust.
Memories of his childhood flooded Leon's mind. He remembered peeking into rooms, watching prostitutes on beds, legs spread, begging their johns to fuck them. They would often diddle their clits while doing so. Kneeling in his hiding place, he would jerk off. That's what women were to him -- whores.
He climbed between Matilda's skinny legs, but she placed a hand on his chest. He grabbed it to fling it out of the way.
"Can I be on top?" she said in a lusty voice. "I want to fuck you. I want to make you happy."
Leon hesitated. He stared down at her. For a moment he did not see Matilda. He saw the other women from his childhood, the ones in the house where his mother worked. He wanted to fuck her hard ... to hurt her. He wanted to strangle her as he did his mother before he left that place for good.
"I love you," Matilda said.
Leon blinked several times. Matilda's face appeared before him. His agitated mind focused on what she had said in her little girl voice. The rage left him and his body relaxed. He released his grip on her forearm and nodded, rolling onto his back next to her.
Matilda scrambled over Leon, a knee on either side of his body. She placed his hard cock lengthwise inside her slit and pressed down. She rocked to and fro, sliding his shaft between her labia. Leon moaned and closed his eyes, his hips humping.
Matilda leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his. Leon gasped. He sucked the tongue she thrust into his mouth. Matilda's hips rose as she reached between them. She grabbed his cock and lifted it. The tip slid the length of her slit and, like her finger before it, found the entrance to her pussy and popped in. Matilda saw the strain on Leon's face as his heavy breaths came from his open mouth. And then she sat down, swallowing his entire cock.
"Nnggghh!" Leon grunted, but his lower body immediately pushed up.
Matilda placed her hands on his chest and moved up and down on his cock. There was no urgency to her movements and every time Leon grabbed her hips to make her go faster she swatted them away.
She had fucked Leon enough times to recognize the telltale signs of his forthcoming climax. His red face scrunched up and his eyes pressed tightly together. Her hands moved off his chest to either side of him and slid up the mattress as she lay down on is chest. She lifted her ass and slammed it down, again and again and again.
Leon's arms encircled Matilda's body. He squeezed her to him. He thrust up with as much force as she slammed down. Leon grunted. He called out her name. He spoke nonsense, filling the room with dirty words, such as fuck and cunt. And then he howled as his orgasm exploded.
And then there was the muffled sound both were familiar with. Leon's hips kept jerking, for a moment anyway. His arms loosened and his eyes popped open. His breathing was ragged and his eyes were filled with confusion.
Matilda scooted to the side and scrambled off the bed. She stood there with Leon's sperm leaking from her pussy. He stared at her. Her belly and pelvis were splattered in blood.
Matilda watched him. He was trying to figure out what happened. She knew he had heard the silencer-muffled gunshot. His eyes scanned her body to make sense of it. They caught the glint of metal at her side. Her arm hung straight down. She held a pistol.
"What happened?" Leon asked, his facilities returning after his orgasm.
He tried to sit up but winced and fell back down. His hand went to his side. He felt the warm wetness. Lifting his head, he saw the blood oozing onto the bed sheet. He turned back to Matilda, his eyes wide and pleading.
"I do not understand," he said.
"I shot you." Matilda's voice was cold, filled with hatred.
"You? Why? What have you done?"
"You killed Bobby. It wasn't Grafton. It was you." Matilda saw the calculating in Leon's eyes. "It was you! Grafton wasn't afraid of me when he saw me holding a gun. And he looked surprised when I shot him. When he was dying he told me he didn't kill my family. I called him a liar, but why would he have lied? He was dying anyway."
"But it was not me," Leon said. He sat partway up, groaned, and fell back.
Matilda had raised the gun but lowered it to her side. "It was you. You were in cahoots with that Russian guy and the weasel. You made some kind of deal with them."
"Yes, the Russian was a drug dealer. He was in competition with your father. We made a deal."
"What kind of deal?" Matilda trembled as she gripped the pistol tighter.
"It was business, that is all."
"And Bobby's bear?"
"What are you talking about?"
Leon rolled onto his side and, with a pained expression, tried to move towards Matilda. Raising the gun, she fired once. Leon cried out and grabbed his knee with both hands.
"After you killed Bobby," Matilda continued, "you couldn't resist turning his bear over. It came back to me today. I went back there and saw myself taking his bear off the shelf. It wasn't upside down. Bobby always kept it upside down. You couldn't help but turn it over, could you? You shot my brother and then turned his bear over."
Matilda studied Leon's face. He was trying to think of something to say, but he lay there without speaking. His eyes displayed the truth. She did not recognize it with Detective Grafton, but she did now. Leon was the one who killed her family and her baby brother.
"You taught me to be a hitman," Matilda said. "I planned well. I put the gun under the pillow while you were making lunch. I waited until you were at your weakest. That's what you taught me."
Leon's face changed. Matilda saw the loathing in his eyes, and then they darted around the room finally settling on the gun in her hand. He grunted and gritted his teeth as he forced his body to move to the side of the bed with an outstretched arm. Matilda did not hesitate. She raised the gun and fired into his chest. Leon's body crumbled onto his side and rolled onto his back. His unseeing eyes stared up at the ceiling.
Matilda stepped closer and pointed the gun at his head. She held her breath, closed her eyes, and pulled the trigger. She opened her eyes. The bed was soaked red. Leon lay with one leg bent under his body and the other straight out. One arm extended over the edge of the mattress, his lifeless fingers still reaching for the gun.
Matilda stared at the corpse. What am I going to do now? she wondered.
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