The Apprentice Assassin (Complete but editing) MxM

Journal #3

I felt my heart furiously beating against my chest, and my cheeks were burning hotter than they ever had before. "You didn't have to do that. I could have taken care of myself when I woke up! I'm sure there are other beds here that I could have used." I raised my legs up and quickly buried my head between them as I used the blanket to cover myself. 

"But if I left you alone out in the temple hospital, somebody else might have seen you and tried to challenge me for your apprenticeship. I didn't want to risk killing somebody for you until you were awake and had the chance to choose me." Colin explained as he slowly sat up, pulling the blanket from off my head and crossing his legs. "You must have other questions though, I suggest you ask them quickly before the masters summon you."

My mind went blank as I  weakly looked up at him. His casual posture clashing with his sweet voice. "What uh, where am I?" I asked slowly before burying my head between my legs again.

"You are in my room, on my bed, to be more specific." Colin smirked at his own joke, but I couldn't help from rolling my eyes beneath his gaze. "We are at the castle Letane in France."

"France?" I cried out in shock, my head bolting up. "We're in France? Why are we in France?"

Colin looked down at the ground, his smile fading slowly. "We're in France because the Flara haven't set their claws into it yet."

"The Flara, what are you talking about?" I asked as my curiosity began to grow. "The Flara are just a group of thugs and mercenaries from America! What do they have to do with anything?"

A cold expression washed over Colin, making me regret my asking at all. "The Flara are a dangerous organization that has been trying to take over the world for many hundreds of years little one. You think they are but a small band of mercenaries, but we know them to be a massive group with plans of world domination. We've been fighting with them since the dawn of our organization's birth."

"Wait a second," I questioned as confusion started to take root. "What do you mean take over the world? Why would they try and claim North America, and what do you mean your organization? How many of you are there?"

Colin closed his eye for a moment and thought, stretching his arms up towards the ceiling, which revealed a toned stomach line. Letting his arms fall again, one landed on his thigh, the other on the bed. "North America is an untapped resource. While England has been exploiting your massive lumber and gold reserves, the other nations have grown displeased with the constant flow to their war coffers. The Flara in the British government however, have been happily sucking the life out of your thirteen colonies. Many members of the British empire are Flara members, and they have been using these new resources to take control over big shipping companies and other processing businesses. They have staked England as their base of operation and have started to sink their teeth into North America.

"So the Flara are like a parasite then, and you're what, the scalpel?" I asked, watching as he anxiously began to play with the blanket, letting it run between his fingers then fall.

"In a sense, we are more like the doctor who tries to remove a large leech any time it tries to get greedy so that the nation might survive."

Nodding my head slowly, I let out a little sigh. "So let me see if I got this figured out.  This Flara group have been running things from the shadows since forever, and you and your friends are the ones who try and stop them?"

"Exactly!" Colin said as he poked my knee with his finger. "Your understanding of resistance, and stepping into the morally grey to fight the Flara was one of the reasons I saved your life when you were fleeing from those guards. I thought you might have a brain in you. We are always looking for new people to help us stand up to the scum."