Home of a Hitman

Arianna closed her apartment door behind her and went straight for the med kit in the bathroom. After grabbing it she went to the living room, closing all the blinds and turning the overhead light on before sitting on the couch and opening the kit.

The violet eyed woman tore open a package of clotting powder and then cut the fabric of her pants, off of her sliced up left arm. She growled in pain as she poured the powder onto the wound and then did the same to her bullet wound in her right shoulder.

After the bleeding finally stopped, Arianna was feeling lightheaded but wouldn't allow herself to lose consciousness until she stitched up the wounds. That being the case, she walked the apartment and found some thread, a needle and a lighter. After heating up the needle with the lighter as to disinfect it, she threaded the object and started with her left arm.

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Soon enough, Arianna had finished stitching herself up and headed to get some vodka from the fridge in the kitchen but didn't make it six steps before she passed out and fell to the floor.

Hours later, the soon to be ex-hitman woke up with a splitting headache and made her way to take a relaxing shower, after she made some tea of course, and then to slip into some comfortable pyjamas. That being the plan, Arianna made herself a glass of tea, grabbed a pair of boxer shorts and a tank top, and went to take a shower.

Solomon stood in front of the apartment building. He was still unsure why he was there. Oh ya, she tried to kill him but didn't and he needed to know why, that and another bunch of unanswered questions.

He shook his head and leaped toward her balcony, and upon reaching it lounging in a chair on it and twiddling with a knife.

Arianna exited the bathroom, changed and towel drying her hair with one hand as she headed to the kitchen to rewarm her now cold tea. Upon walking into the living room, she felt another presence there and whirrled around to see none other than Solomon Black sitting in he rliving room.

"What the fuck do you want?"

Solomon simply looked at her. " Answers. " He got up, completely imposing her.

He took a step forward, " Hey! I said I want answers, I want to know why you did not kill me then! I want to know what the fuck you ment when you said what you said before you left! Tell me! " He was holding her by the shoulders by now.

He did not know why he was reacting like this, something about this women made him... different.

Arianna stared at Solomon with a deadpanned look. "It's none of your FUCKING business," She stated simply.

The hitman removed the hands from her shoulders and grabbed her drink from the microwave, heading to her bedroom to read a book.

Solomon stalked after her, " It is MY fucking business when MY life was involved! " He calmed down. " Something kept you from it, I want to know what. "

" I don't give a damn about your reasoning, it is! Also you called off the hit, I want to know why? "

Solomon stomped, that hit a button. " I'm Angry and unfocused! Their is a reason, and I want to know it! Does it have something to do with the guy that hired you? Did he call it off? " Solomon was more angry then ever, but very desperate to know.

Solomon frowned, " Or was it the fact that you couldn't kill me... you could not bring yourself to it. "

Solomon gave up on staring her down and leaned agaist her door frame. " I know you could have, but im still here, even I know that leaves a little unanswered. "

"If you haven't realized it yet, I'm not saying anything about it to you." Arianna closed her book after marking her page and finished off her tea.

She then went to the kitchen to raid the firdge.

Solomon walked behind her the whole way until she stopped, then continued talking, " If you have not noticed, i'm a little stubborn. "

Solomon sighed, " I noticed you are a little stubborn too, " He put his hand on his forehead. " and a little bitchy..." He muttered under his breath.

Solomon stopped her from getting there and crouched to become face level with her. " Well, I hope you not so stubborn that you can not hav a roommate, because im not leaving until I get some answers, shorty. "

" Ugh, I don't really care about those questions anymore. But can't we just rewind knowing each other till before the fight, I mean I don't dislike you as a person, just the fact that you nearly killed me. But the fact that i'm in your place and we are both still alive... well I have no more ill feelings toward you. " He stood his full height again. " I want to start our friendship over again. "

"Friendship, with a hitman?" Arianna laughed after finishing her food, scrapping the idea of totally ignoring Solomon since he was quite entertaining with some of his comments.

"You mustn't value your life very much."