Deeper Than the Valleys of the Sea by Unbridled Heart (short story to read .txt) 📖

((Sorry guys I didn't know how to use the chapter thing and derped :/))
Taliana emerged from the dressing room of the store Rust and her were now in. It'd been two months since they'd actually discussed something in that bunker, Bunker 1, and they were now in a possible relationship.
Rust had to admit, she looked amazing. The dress hugged her at the waist and was sleeveless and smooth at the top. It got flowier the further you got until all it was was poof at the end.
Rust didn't look too bad himself. It was prom tonight, and they did

go to school, so they were dressing up. Rust had his dark brown hair in his usual flip, but it was more well kept, and he'd trimmed it up to his eyebrows in a straight line. That was the only piece of hair sticking to his face.
He was wearing a tuxedo, and it fit him nicely. Underneath the tux he was wearing a lavender shirt and a black tie with some designs on it in the ever-so popular way of metallics. ((I didn't spell that right, did I? :P)) Oh yeah, don't forget the fact that he was wearing black dress shoes.
Over this short stretch of time, Rust had become less shadowy. At least, now he was dangerous in an upright way, not just like an alligator under the water, lurking for food.
"You look lovely, m'lady," Rust said, bowing with a great British accent.
"Do I? You don't look too bad yourself," She said, smiling, going up to him and getting on her tiptoes to kiss him. He bent down on one knee to help, since he was eight feet tall. (Yeah, he's a frickin' giant for all I care.) And she was five foot one. Insane height difference, right?
Rust grinned and said, "So, is that the dress?" As she spun around in it.
"Oh yeah, this is the dress," she smiled up at him.
"Well good, because it was gonna be the one you were getting anyways," He smirked and went into a dressing room to put on his blue jeans, block t-shirt, brown leather jacket and his vest full of weapons on underneath it. He zipped up the jacket.

The two kids looked good. But Rust looked too at ease. <Doesn't he have a mission?> The man standing behind the doors asked. He was sure to make sure that his earpiece looked like a security one, not an earpiece being used to kill everyone at the prom.
<Yes, he does. I too am curious about his behavior. After all, the only reason we sent him here was to go to school. Then kill everyone at prom. But,> the man heard clicking of a keyboard on the other side of the multitudes of lines listenning. <I'm viewing his mind right now, and it seems he's not going to do anything. Or, perhaps, he's going to, he's just currently thinking neutral to confuse us. You know he's done that plenty of times.> The man at the prom remained silent, then thought, <Such may be true, but look at his stance. He's too relaxed.> The other end seemed to groan. <You're to skeptical, Donovan.>

The prom was amazing in the set-up. It's main colors were gold, purple, brown, and orange. There was a D.J. up in an odd station, and there were also strobe lights. They were the theme colors. The floor had been polished to a metallic purple, and the walls were covered with brown butcher paper, which were covered with light purple designs, which were variating from Vera Bradley designs to floral. Most were streaked with purple and turquoise, and between the strobe lights on the ceiling were shimmery and metallic gold purple and silver. In a word, it was detailed. Not to mention the food table. It literally surrounded all of the gym's walls. Along with a little bit more.
But I wasn't really focusing on the room, even though I could give that accurate a view of it. It's just something that you're supposed to do as an assassin. It's also a natural instinct.
I was focused on Taliana. Her long, brown chocolatey hair was in curls that were almost ringlets, and pinned up halfway so that the curls fell down in a long water-fall like feature. Her face, god damn her face, it was the prettiest and most gorgeous thing I had ever seen in my life. She was wearing a purple smokey eye shadow along with golden eyeliner. Her cheeks were pink, and her lips had had some plastic surgery or something because they were the perfectest lips I'd ever seen. Her eyes were sparkling like crazy against the them colors, since they were an electric green. She was gorgeous.
The one bad thing about how amazing she looked: every single guy at the prom was drawn to her. The good thing about me being her date: I'm not messed with. By anyone. Especially my date, since I'd never had one, though I could've asked any girl in the school and they'd stop, drop everything they had, and say yes. So, guys if you want to keep your amazing date at prom, become a bad-ass assassin that gives everyone the creepy vibe. Just don't do it if you're in choir, k?
"You know, you didn't have to show up looking so great," I smiled down at her as I said so. She stuck her tongue out at me, shaking her head a bit while she did so.
"What? I wanted to look my best for prom. Besides, I knew I wouldn't be snagged by any weirdo because you're like... Well, you're a lion," She smacked me on the arm.
"Good thing I am, too, or else someone would die if they even got close to you," I chuckled. "Want something to drink?"
"Sure," she said, smiling up at me, batting her eyes. I laughed and went to get some.
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When I came back, a guy named Fred Linguardee was all over Taliana. I knew I was going to have to kill him basically, because he though he was me. When, in reality, he was just a nerd that was too physically retarded to do anything. You know.
"Can I help you with something?" I came up behind him and stared down at the top of his head, and as he turned around, a retarded grin on his face, I raised an eyebrow, a slight smile on my face as if I was really wanting to know. But it was the type of those faces that was basically just saying, 'Say yes an you die. Immediately.' (An was on purpose. Something like that in these books is on purpose! XD)
Fred stammered something that I payed no attention to as I brushed past him to Taliana.
I raised an eyebrow at her while offering her the punch. She sighed, rolling her eyes.
"I was just seeing if what you said was true," She said in a huffy voice, taking a sip out of the plastic cup in her hand.
"And why would you do that?" I put my arm over her shoulder and guided her to one of the couches around the dance floor. The people on it immediately cleared. Tal fumed a bit, picking her fingers. "I don't understand why you have to be so arrogant," she pouted. God, she was cute when she was angry.
"Hey, don't be hatin'. It's not my fault I'm a bad-ass motherfucker." I hugged her in and she (Her choice, people, don't get to thinking I'm like that,) laid out on the couch, her butt on my lap and her head rested on the arm rest nearest to my side. I shrugged, and she crossed her feet.
"You comfortable?" I asked.
"Yeah," she replied, openning one of her eyes, peering down at me.
"Good, because something's about to happen," I said, and when I ended the sentence, some black uniformed men came bursting in. And they were all after me.


I will continue guys. I'm just gonna plan the rest, k? :) Hope you like it so far!!!