Chapter 1


He smiled, seeing Nameless for the first time since the incident. He leaned closer over the balcony he was standing on, following Nameless as she walked away from the scene. She seemed angry. Good.

His eyes shifted to X who was following behind her.

“Still following her like a lost puppy, I see.” He chuckled moving away from the balcony and back into the building.

He walked into an upbeat studio apartment. The walls were a tacky yellow and had abstract paintings. He scoffed as he pushed a vintage vase off the coffee table. He sighed, getting satisfaction from the vase’s loud crashing.

He heard a key be put in the key hole and could just imagine the property owner’s fear. He would also be scared if he heard noises coming from his apartment.

Not wanting to leave a trace, he took his phone from the table and then went to stand next to the door. The door banged open.

“Hi.” The person, male, in his mid-twenties, turned to him. He pressed the man’s neck and instantly, he fell to the ground.

He smiled, jumped the person’s unconscious body and then left.

He took out his cellphone and looked at the red blinking dot. At the top it wrote Nameless. He smiled.

“I will get you back. I promised, didn’t I?”

This was really short, but it was a chapter in W’s point of view if it wasn’t already obvious. Hope you liked it.

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Chapter 1


“Where are we going?” I asked as X led me out of the Park Town apartment.

We were not hiding like the last time, but Jase said that the tech guy installed something so that the tracker could not be tracked when I was in the apartment. It was a third storey apartment in a well kept area. It did not have a balcony due to the fear of me being shot while trying to get fresh air. And most of the time, we used black out curtains. The joys of being me.

“Can’t you just follow me for once and be surprised when we got there?” X asked, cheekily grinning at me.


“Well then.” He chuckled. “We are going to the art museum. Down the road there are a lot of places that we can see. Museums, art galaries, a mall and the science place.”

“Science place?”

“Where people showcase their science experiments. People love it.” I pursed my lips as I thought about what X said.

“Then why take me to the art galary instead?”

“Because you low key like art more than you do science.” He wrapped his arm around mine and I raised an are-you-sure-you-still-wanna-live eyebrow. He smiled.

“Let’s act like a couple for the day.” He chuckled. I could feel the sudden bounce in his walk. “Let’s have fun for once, yeah?” I removed my arm from his and his skipping stopped. He walked normally again, seeming distressed.

“Don’t be sulky. It doesn’t suit you.” He pouted.

“Nameless, we would be a cute couple. Just admit it.”

“You’re being delusional. We are aimlessly using our time to go to an art gallary.”

“C’mon, it’s gonna be fun!” X tried to persuade me, but I wasn’t taking it. I frowned as I followed him. I could see a crowd of people in the distance.

“What’s happening here?” I asked and X shrugged.

“It’s probably a street show. Joburger’s love those. Let’s go watch.” He excitedly said and took my hand, pulling me away. I groaned, but followed. There was no stopping X when he wanted to do something. Persistent annoyance.

I paused when our eyes landed on what was in between the people. Not a street show. Nope. A dead body. W written on the ground next to the gruesome scene with, you guessed it, the person’s blood.

The person had a single black rose on his chest.

“Great!” I sarcastically said as I turned around and walked back to the apartment. I was not about to deal with that.

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My head was throbbing when I woke up. I was alone in a room, but forced myself to sit up. I did not like not knowing what was happening and the state that I was in did not make matters any better.

The door opened as I was trying to get out of bed. I looked up and X was standing at the door. He smiled and I settled down.

“How are you?” He asked, walking to me. I looked at him. He seemed fine, if not better than I had expected.

“My head hurts.”

“Yeah. You hit something when the bomb went off.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re all patched up now. You’ll be able to get back to your normal routine quickly.”

“You mean hiding and eating? Great.”

“Your sarcasm is how I know you’re fine.” I scoffed and then stood up. “I made pancakes.”

“Is that an apology for making me miss breakfast, or is it an apology for almost getting me killed?” I asked as I walked out the door.

I took the plate of pancakes from the counter and went to sit on the couch. Jase was not there. X sat next to me.

“They’re because I know that you have not eaten yet.”

“How long was I out?”

“No more than three hours.”

I nodded, with the pancake between my lips.

“Did the men die?” I looked at X and a smirk formed on his lips.

“No. The gun only neutralised them. We don’t kill, remember?” I pushed my hair back thoughtfully. We don’t kill. We never killed. Or so X said.


It was two days later and we were leaving again. Jase had left the previous day, finding us another safe place. He found it at downtown Park Town. Wherever that was.

When I woke up, X was already done packing. He also made breakfast and took out clothes for me to wear. I was grateful, but also felt that X did not need to do as much as he did. I could also do things on my own. I mean, my head still hurt sometimes, but I was still able to use my own hands.

“What will happen to this place?” I asked as I stood at the door, looking at the windowless apartment. X smiled, closing it, even though he was also holding the suitcase.

“Everything will be transported to the other safe house. This will be another empty space again.” I nodded. “Come on. We have lunch reservations.” I scowled up at X.

“Who makes lunch reservations? Why don’t we just go to a random restaurant like normal people?”

“You keep on forgetting, Nameless, we could not be further from normal.” He laughed, leading the way out of the creepy alley. I followed.

I wondered why X always did things for me the way that he did, but did not voice my thoughts.

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I groaned. I blinked a couple of times, trying to figure out what was happening. There was smoke all around us and I found it hard to focus my eyes.

“X,” I weakly said, but he did not answer. I tried calling his name again. When he did not answer I started to get up.

X was unconscious on the ground. I crawled to him, seeing that I was still not sure what had happened.

“X,” he still did not reply. Even when I shook him. I coughed, still shaking him. I blinked, when I saw silhouettes walking toward us. It took me a while to realise that they were holding guns and that we might die.

“Hey, can you see them?” A male voice asked. They weren’t coughing, so maybe they had masks on.

“They should be here.” Another voice replied.

Panicking, I tried to move X somewhere he could hide. But he was too heavy. And then I remembered the gun. It was bit far away, but if I hurried up, I would be able to use it. Deciding to remain on the ground and not risk being seen, I crawled until I was where the bomb had exploded. I started to look around for the gun.

“The guy’s here.” One of the men said, and I panicked even more. “He’s unconscious.”

“Shoot him. We only need the girl alive.” My breath started to get heavy.

They were going to kill him. I didn’t want that. I did not want X to die. I felt the cold metal on the ground and silently thanked God for the opportunity to save X.

I did not think. I turned around and fired. Two, four, five times. I lost count. I scrambled towards X, ignoring how the world was starting to be blurry again. The gun was still in my hands. I was too scared that I would let go and then find out that the men were still alive. I mean, I heard them fall to the ground, but I could never be sure.

X’s eyes slowly opened.

“Nameless? W-what… I heard gunshots.” He breathed out.

I chuckled, holding onto his hand.

“Everything is fine now.” I softly said. X sat up, slowly, but also worriedly. He looked at me, or rather at my forehead.

“You’re bleeding.” He lifted his hand, almost like he would be touching my head, but he didn’t.

I lifted my hand to touch my forehead. It was wet and sticky. I removed my hand and looked at it. It started shaking. The whole hand was stained red.

“I’m fine.” I tried to blink faster. The blurriness was becoming worse. “I just need a paper towel.” The world around me turned black and then I felt myself fall forward. X’s shouts followed after that, or maybe I dreamt that up.

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We were in a dark alley. X and I. I was confused as to what we were doing in such a scary looking place. When I woke up that morning he just told me that we would not be eating, but going out. I thought he meant a restaurant.

He suddenly stopped and I frowned.

“Why are we stopping?” I asked, half worried and half confused.

He turned around, whipping out a giant metal stick in the process.

“Oh my gosh. Where did that come from?” I asked, laughing. His idea of a joke was pretty bad.

He just glared at me. My smile quickly turned into a frown and a yelp when he swung the stick at my direction.

“Holy, holy, holy. What the fuck, X?” I asked. He still smirked.

“Fast reflexes.” He swung again. That time I fell to the ground. He was too close to hitting my head off. “You saw it before I even started swinging.”

“Stop. What the…?” Another swing. I had to roll away. I jumped up. Standing on my two feet.

“Fight back. Or else I kill you.”

“You little shit.” I angrily smirked at him. “Stop it.”

Swing. Swing. Jab.

“Make me.” He smirked, seeming to enjoy himself.

I was angry. I mean, that can not even describe how I was truly feeling. Jab. Jab. Jab. Hold. I had the stick in my hands. It was my turn to smirk. His smirk turned into dread. He held on tighter onto the stick.

“It’s not fair fighting with a stick when I don’t even have one.” I pulled and so did he.

I started moving forward, still holding the stick. His eyes widened.

“Don’t come any closer.” He shakily warned.

“Let go of the stick.”

It was a few more steps before I could get to him. Before I could beat the crap out of him. I was starting to get corky too. Until he pulled out a gun. He dropped the stick and pointed the gun at my face. I sighed.

“A gun’s also not fair. You know?”

“Enemies don’t care about fairness. They only care about destroying you and the people you care for.” He said staring at me.

I took the stick and jabbed him in the stomach. He had not seen it coming. He oomfed and then dropped the gun. I smiled, using the stick to push the gun away. I pointed the stick at his heart and he frowned.

“I’ve always been a better fighter that you.” I said, but then my smile fell. “I… I have…”

“You remember?” He asked. I shook my head.

“That just came out.” I let the stick fall to the ground. “It’s strange.”

“Are you angry?” He asked, and I glared at him.

“You wanted to hit me with a stick.”

“I wanted to see how you would manage if an enemy attacked you.”

“With a stick?”

He smirked. “It’s funny because it’s happened before.”

Something fell between us and we looked at it. My eyes widened when I realised what it was.

“Hide!” X shouted pulling my away.

We did not get far before the freaking hand grenade exploded. The force making us get off the ground and then threw us at the other side of the alley.

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“I am not supposed to tell you how stupid you have been.” X said, causing me to frown. “I’m not supposed to tell you how scared I was that they were going to get you and kill you, because Aizawa is a crazy piece of shit. I’m not supposed…”

“You’re not supposed to do a lot of things.” I cut him off, feeling like what he wanted to say would be long. I folded my legs closer to my body as I changed the TV channels. I took one of the chips on my lap and put it in my mouth. “You also talk too much.”

“You’ve always been like this.” He sighed, plopping down onto the sofa next to me.

“Sorry.” I said, not really meaning it.

“I’m not angry.” He said taking a chip from my bowl. I allowed it. “You said that the tracker hurt when you bath.”

“It’s worse when the water is cold. But whatever.”

“You never told me.” I stopped on what looked like an interesting movie.


“You shouldn’t say that if you don’t mean it.” He deadpanned. I frowned and then averted my gaze to his hand that was comfortably rested on my thigh.

“Is it weird that I find it hard to feel? Sometimes I’m fine. Happy that at least I have a roof over my head, but then sometimes I just don’t care. Like when I shot the Japanese guy. What happened at the supermarket does not even bother me anymore.” I smiled using my fingers to draw imaginary lines on his hand. “I like being able to be normal. To feel and not just be.”

“If you are like that then you will be killed. People who do what we do cannot feel, Nameless. We’ve done too much to start feeling guilty.”

“So what should I do?” I asked, looking up into his purple eyes. I never even asked why they were like that.

“Embrace your true self. Don’t try to hold back what you really feel. Just be.”

“Just be?”


I couldn’t breathe. My eyes shot open as soon as I realised that I was not dreaming, but actually being strangled.

I tried to remove the hands around my neck, but the person was bigger, stronger. Even shouting for help was impossible. I stared into the golden eyes of the person on top of me.

Golden eyes. Something in me knew that I should be terrified of the person. I could see the hate in his eyes as well. His hands tightened around my neck and I shut my eyes, preparing myself for the inevitable.


My eyes shot open and my hands went up to my neck. My eyes were wide as I stared into the worried purple eyes that belonged to X. When I realised that it was all just a dream, I lay my head on X’s chest.

“Nameless,” he softly said, wrapping his arms around me.

“Gold eyes.” I softly said. “Gold angry eyes.” He sighed, resting his chin on my head.

“W.” He softly said. “At least you remember something.” He did not say it in a good way, but in a sombre tone.

“It’s not a good thing.” I said, shaking my head. “He was strangling me, X.”

“A memory. I’m guessing it was your last meeting.” I looked at him, shifting backward. “He was angry that you chose me and not him.”

“I have too many enemies.” I rested my face in my hands, sighing. “I hate my life.”

“Do you want something to drink? Water, maybe.”

“I want a different life.”


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That’s really planted in there.” The Jase man said.

I was lying down on my new bed, he had insisted, and he sat at the edge of it, to examine the tracker better. I put my head on my folded arms, closing my eyes.

“I know that. It hurts like a bitch when I bath.” I said, my voice sounding a bit muffled.

“Well, you are bathing with something electric in you leg.” I rolled my eyes. He touched it with something.

I ignored him, tired after ten minutes of him commenting about how doomed I was. He pulled and my eyes widened. I shouted out.

“Sorry, sorry. My suggestion.” That was X speaking. I sat up and glared at them both.

“No more.”

Both Jase and X nodded. Jase stood up.

“I’ll go prepare you guys dinner. Relax for a while.”

I still glared at X and he stood up. “I’ll go help him.”

I fell back on the bed after X had closed the door. My leg still hurt from the pulling. I took in a deep breath, dreading the following week to come.


“I’m going hunting.” Jase boomed as I tried to drink in my morning caffeine.

“He means shopping.” X added.

“I mean hunting!”

“At the butchery. Sure buddy.”

“I’m coming.” I added. Staring at the black coffee in my hands. X smiled, shaking his head.

“You can’t. You can be tracked. We cannot.” X said, taking a seat next to me.

“The signal here is weak. Not gone.” I took a slow sip of the coffee. “If you leave me here alone, I will most likely go out on my own.” X hardly bit onto his bottom lip. I sweetly smiled at him.

“Don’t worry. I have two handguns with me and a grenade.” I looked at Jase. He was not wearing a hoodie too.


“You never know when you might need one.” I nodded, my eyes wider than saucers.

What kind of people did I associate myself with?


So we were running. Sprinting, actually. Gunned Japanese men were chasing us. Or as X had called them, the Aizawa crew. So I legit was not going to make it.

We ran through an alley. The men followed. I half laughed, half cried as I started to feel my legs give in.

But my speed picked up when I felt and heard an explosion behind me. I stopped when I realised that X and Jase were no longer running. I turned around and saw all the men on the ground. Passed out. Or dead.

I was taking in deep breaths as I looked at them and then at X, who was giving me an I told you so look. I averted my gaze and started walking back to them. Jase was kneeling next to the unconscious bodies.

“Forgetful bomb.” Jase said, pushing one of the men’s hands with his foot. “They won’t remember anything when they wake up.” He stood up, smiled and then walked to me. “I told you, Nameless, you never know when you’ll need a bomb. Now let’s go shopping. Bustards did not even let us get into the shop.” Jase led the way and I followed, X walking behind me.

“Isn’t shopping just wonderful when you are being hunted by three of the worst people in the world?” Jase was not sarcastic when he spoke. “It just makes it more fun.”