‘A Promised Forever’

Photographer- Perseverance Fey

I’m being questioned. Words barked in sharp cold tones. But they sound so far away. A distant waterfall of static noise. So unimportant against the memory of her lips on mine. Of her last words.

It had started just like any other day. Another assignment on a night like any other. We’d been debriefed on our target and once dropped off we’d wished each other luck in our usual way; a breath of a kiss. We parted like the sea against the shore, rushed and fleeting, but with the promise to return. Our ritual.

We turned, no longer our true selves, but the emotionless weapons we had been molded into. We fled into the darkness in opposite directions. Good little soldiers following orders. I’d held no fear, we’d find each other again even if something went wrong. If only I had known what would transpire in the next few hours.

She’d been so quiet. Aerona was never quiet.

I’d asked in secret, fingers gently tapping out words onto her pale skin. We’d needed such secrecy, working in such an organization. Breath was precious, and words could be dangerous. It was easier to touch. To skim fingers across flesh, make subtle movements that only we would understand. A twitch of the mouth, the tilt of a head, an altered blink—this was our language.

With a soft smile, Aerona soothed the worry in my chest. Apologising with a quick brush of her lips across my ear. I did not question her again. Why would I?

Everything had been going according to plan. I found myself moving quickly and silently through empty corridors. In one of the larger rooms the scientists and engineers were celebrating their success. Of what, I didn’t know, it wasn’t my job to know. The reasoning of our ‘superiors’ had never mattered much to me. Perfect, obedient soldiers lived. Questioning ones died. Were broken and tossed aside like rancid roadkill.

I arrived at my assignment. The office door was cracked open. I could hear drunken voices giggling beyond. My target had brought a friend. An annoyance, but not a problem.

I waited until a series of clicks sounded in my ear, and then threw the door open. The couple had no time to react. As I rushed in, blood burst from their heads. The bullets flying harmlessly past me. Curtesy of my partner.

I caught both bodies in my arms, thankful for the crimson carpet beneath my feet. Not that it would matter if there had been obvious stains. No one would find the bodies, nor suspect our organization’s involvement. No one ever did.

With a grunt, I dragged the corpses towards the large open window in the back. Without much thought, I tossed the bodies out the window. First the woman and then the man I had come for. I looted the desk; folders and the man’s own personal laptop go into my bag.

As I stood again before the window, a warning click rang out. I swung over the edge, clinging to the side of the building, shutting the window behind me. Not two seconds later the building shakes from the series of explosives I had planted earlier. Sirens blare as I leapt from the building, landing firmly on my feet. I hefted the bodies once more and turned, finding Aerona waiting for me.

She smiled at me. Dark green eyes skimming over my form, as if committing every inch to memory. A sweet unnecessary gesture, for we both knew every inch of each other even without sight. Knew how the other would react to any situation, we could practically read each others’ thoughts.

Many questioned our closeness. Our relationship had never been a secret, but how deep it truly went, well, that was only for us to know.

“Let them think it merely physical.” Aerona had said so long ago. Even in the dark I could tell she was smirking. “They know nothing, and they will never know any more than we tell them.” And I’d been fine with that, no one needed to know, and I trusted Aerona’s plans, even if I rarely knew all the details.

I returned her smile, falling into step beside her, barely slowed by the weights upon my back. Together, we fled back into the night, away from the crumbling and burning building.

We walked for some time. With little navigational trouble despite the lack of light. I could see Aerona, and she would never let me slip or stumble It was easy to fall into step behind, following just at her heels.

Finally, we arrived at the appointed rendezvous. A small meadow cut out of the surrounding woods. I rolled my shoulders under the pressing weight of the bodies.

“Need a hand?” Aerona asked. I nodded distractedly. My breath caught as I gazed upon her. Though covered in her combat gear, her sniper-rifle slung over her shoulder, I couldn’t help but think her beautiful bathed in silver-blue moonlight. A predator known to so few, yet so gentle with me. With some manoeuvring, she claimed the bag and heavy gun from my back.

“You got everything, right?” I nodded. Then I noticed her expression. Those green eyes I loved so much filled with fear, concern, and an emotion I’d rarely seen her wear, guilt.

“Of course.” I said. Brow’s furrowing. But when I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong, she cut me off.

“Good.” She muttered numbly. Then she raised her pistol and aimed it at my head.

“I love you.” I’d whispered, so long ago. The words falling from my lips without hesitation onto the skin of her throat. She kissed me in return, long and passionate. And so so sweet.

“I love you too.” Aerona breathed harshly against my lips. Pulling me close, pressing her face into my collarbone. I closed my eyes, content to fall asleep with her in my arms. But she spoke again, tapping out words against my spine.

Promise you’ll always love me?

It took me a moment to translate, but once I did I held her even tighter. Writing my response on her flesh in turn.

Yes. Always.

My heart froze as I stared down the barrel of her gun, eyes wide. This couldn’t be happening. Aerona would never—

“...What are you doing?” I whispered, making no move to disarm her like I’d been taught to do. I’d been shot before. I’d been trained to deal with more pain than that, and if need be I could use the bodies as shields. But I couldn’t move. If it were anyone else...but it wasn’t. I stayed where I was. I wouldn’t ever move against Aerona, and she knew it too.

“I’m sorry.” I saw the pain in her damp eyes, but I could also see her unbreakable resolve.

“Why?” I begged. Mind racing to understand, to find some reason for her actions.

“I can’t.” She replied, eyes shimmering. “I can’t, not yet. I promise I’ll find you again.” She cocked the gun, her hand steady. I moved. Rushing to her side like I had so many times before.

“Don’t—”

She fired. Blackout. Everything stops.

I guess we’re partners now? I’m Aerona.

Do you trust me?

Don’t let them see you break. Don’t let them hurt you.

I will always find you.

Us together forever, right love?

I love you.

When I wake, my eyes meet the bright sterile white of the infirmary. I blink and shift with a wince. Immediately, one of the masked nurses is at my side, checking my vitals and asking all the usual questions about my status. I answer briskly, head full of cotton. I look around dizzily.

“Where’s Aerona?” I whisper. The nurse stares for a full minute before turning back to their tools.

“She turned traitor, shot you and stole the objective.”

They leave then. I’m glad they do. My memory returns sharp and quick, and I’m forced to stifle a cry behind my teeth. I try once more to reason with my thoughts. She couldn’t have meant it, she’d never hurt me, she loves me. But the pain in my abdomen and the dull throbbing at my temple says otherwise.

Later, my superiors scold and interrogate me. I give my report numbly, sitting still and quiet under the barrage of demeaning and biting words. I should be paying attention, but their words themselves go over my head. I’m miles away from here, clinging to the ghost of our last kiss.

I argue in my head, defending my lover regardless of her actions, though I wouldn’t dare voice them aloud, not to anyone in the organization. She’d been sorry. I’d seen the guilt in her eyes. The fear and uncertainty in her actions. Aerona had never been like that, not in the two decades we’d worked together. I trusted her completely, as she did in return. This wasn’t the first time she’d mentioned or done something that would label her a traitor to the organisation. I wonder what they would do if she was caught?

The fear of what they might do to her when they find her, and, on a smaller scale, what they would do to me, burns in my chest. She may have turned traitor, had violently left the organization, but I had betrayed them too. In my hesitation. In my firm belief that I would sooner slit the throats of all the members in the organization before I would ever betray Aerona.

I return to my (our) quarters, lying awake in bed. I press the pillow against my face, catching her lingering scent. All her things had already been removed, possibly disposed of. There, in the choking lonely darkness, I sign my life away in silence.

I would wait for her. Wait for my beloved other half to set me free as she said she would. If Aerona had decided she would no longer support the organisation, neither would I. I will play the obedient soldier. I will relearn to walk alone, to live in the silence that had been my companion before her. I can do that, I can handle anything if it means seeing her again.

Even if I have to bath in the blood and agony I know will come for me.

Rachel Racette, born 1999, in Balcarres, Saskatchewan. Interested in creating her own world and characters and loves writing science-fiction and fantasy. She has always loved books of fantasy and science fiction as well as comics. Lives with her supportive family and cat, Cheshire. Lives vicariously in fantasy settings of her own making. Published in: Poet's Choice - Free Spirit, Coffin Bell. Website: www.racheldotsdot.wordpress.com Twitter: Rachel S Racette - Author