Andreas paused to watch the younger man for a moment, wondering what was going through his head… what he was feeling.  His first and only kill, and it was his own abusive father.  Was it painful?  Did he have regret?  Did it feel liberating?  Andreas couldn’t even remember what he’d felt in the wake of killing his master.  It was possible that he hadn’t felt much of anything.  The whole event had been a shock to him, and he’d become a whole new person after that.  The assassin had to wonder if it would be the same for Alex, and if he himself would one day regret helping the boy exact his revenge.  Only time would tell.<br/><br/>He left the room and headed straight down and out of the house, listening carefully for any change.  The mother was still knocked out cold.  The combination of her booze, pills, and his tranquilizer wouldn’t let her wake for at least several hours, if ever at all, so she was of no concern.  The same went for those he’d already found and stashed in the kitchen.  Despite the little hiccups along the way, everything was still going well.<br/><br/>Andreas had been able to pull his car around to the front of the house, his need for Alex to be at the pool so the young man didn’t see him hauling in a body.  He finished arranging everything, then went out back to see Alex dressed and eagerly waiting.  He still looked a mess, but having most of the bruises and welts hidden did wonders.  Now he just looked like he’d been in one hell of a fight.  It just happened to be one that Alex won.  Talk about hating to see the other guy…<br/><br/>“Hey, beautiful,” he spoke up from the door, giving a sly smile and holding out his hand.  “Come run away with me.”