Same plot , Different STYLES

Silence soon filled the room aside from Marie's ragged breaths. 

 "Are you okay, babe?" 

 "Are you okay, bambina?"

 We both spoke up at the same time making Marie's head snap in our direction. Her brown eyes were once again wide in pure shock and a gasp instantly escaped through her lips.The other Harry glared at me for copying his movements. It's not like its my fault.

 For the first time in my entire existence, I was clueless about my state.

 "Don't fucking call her that!" he spat. His voice was full of venom, and if looks could kill, I'd probably be six feet under.

 "Ugh... Are you twins or somethin'? Shit! AM I STILL ON EARTH OR WHAT???" she asked loudly looking everywhere frantically except at us. 

 "You're still alive, Marie." the Other Harry reassured her, staring her with a mixture of confusion and concern. 

 "You just fainted. Don't worry." I added, making Marie breathe deeply.

 "Can you guys tell me which one of you is the real Harry?" she looked at us before we both said "Me". 

Harry shot daggers at me as I rolled my eyes at him. "Him. He's the real one."Marie stood in between us as she observed us. She was still in shock and I bet her mind was searching of some explanation about her Harry having a twin.

 Silence soon took over the whole room and nobody dared to speak. Marie was still in her own little world, Harry was staring at Marie and I was just wondering how I got here.

 Maybe that Marcel kid was plotting another plan to destroy Liza? 

 Hundreds of possibilities swarmed to my head before a grunt escaped my lips. Pain was once again consumed my body and brain.

 It was the same feeling I felt, the only difference was that I hear whispers in my head. 

 "Wake up." 

 "You can do this, Assassin."

 "Pleaseee..." 

 That was the last thing I remember before my mind just shut down. 

 - / - 

  "Guns or pocket knives?"

 "Hmm, pocket knives."

 "Why? Guns finish the job a lot quicker."

 "Because, amico, pocket knives require more skill. Anyone could handle a gun, only a true assassin could properly use a pocket knife."

 "My God, would you two stop and talk about something else for a change?" Marie complained, setting down a tray of sandwiches and fruit juice on the coffee table.

 "It's like the only conversational topic you could think of always has something to do with being an assassin. I can't relate."

 The Other Harry and I both chuckled as we each took a glass of juice. I pressed my lips against the brim before taking a short sip. "I apologise, bambina. It's been so long since I've met an assassin such as I." 

 "Literally."

 "Even so, you should have at least one normal topic to talk about, like normal guys." Marie rolled her eyes. 

"Isn't that right, Haz?" she turned towards the Other Harry, who was staring intently at the small window behind me.

 "Harry? Everything okay–""EVERYONE DUCK! NOW!" the Other Harry suddenly yelled, Marie and I dropped onto the floor almost immediately just as loud gunshots were fired through the window. 

The Other Harry was got up with his gun out and shot back out the window. "We need to get you two to safety." 

 "No, voglio aiutare. I want to help." I placed my hand on my gun, only to be stopped by the Other Harry.

 He furrowed his eyebrows. "You have to be safe, you need to return to whatever story you're from. What about that Liza girl and your friends?"  

"I'll worry about that later. . . What about you and Marie? I want to help you." I retaliate.

A group of armed men entered the room which made us cover Marie who looked alarmed and scared. 

   "Harry! Watch out!" The Other Harry called as he shot some nearby opponents. I turned to my left before man could gave me a punch.

 I grabbed him and give him a hard jab before he fell on the floor. I swiftly grabbed my gun from my waist and also tried to shoot everyone who's attacking us. 

The Other Harry was covering Marie from those men as he shot everyone who comes near them while Marie tried to guard him. She was holding some butter knife she found on tray with her right hand and directing it in front of her. They were in a back-to-back position.

   The fight continued between our group and those men. Bullets were exchanged, stab after stab, and groans because of pain was heard around. Luckily, none of us were hit or stab. . . or so I thought.

"Harry! Oh my god!" Marie suddenly shouted. 

The other harry quickly looked at my direction and as soon as he sees me, His eyes popped wide open and muttered a curse.

That's when everything became blurry and everything suddenly went blank.

--///-- 

"He's remembering something! I can see it!"

My eyes shot open and my eyes burn from the sunlight that slowly goes through to the window shade. Everyone was around me; Vampire Harry, andDemon Harry.

" Are you reading my mind?" I asked groggily. My body was  drained and suddenly I can't remember anything,like it was magically erased from my head.

"Good Morning, Sleeping Assassin!" Vampire Harry greeted me with a forced enthusiasm. Everyone looked at him weirdly because of his actions.

It was clear that they're hiding something. They were obviously hiding the truth. 

I sat on the bed still gathering my thought,collecting as much memory that I can get.

Maybe a portal brought me home? A spell? or maybe both? 

"The last one. That's the answer you're finding" Demon Harry spoke suddenly. His eyes were looking at me intently as if he's saying something.

"What do you mean?" I asked which made Demon Harry to breathe deeply.

" Go figure it out alone. I think you need some rest ." He said as he stood up. Vampire Harry soon followed the Demon as I sat there alone trying to figure everything out.

After a few moments of silence, Vampire Harry came running into the room,holding a piece of paper.

"Sorry. . .  I forgot to give you this. I thought it would help you remember. We found it on your pocket knife case-thingy,okay?" He said before giving me the yellow paper.

As soon as I opened the paper, Everything suddenly made sense and a small smile crept into my lips.

I hope you get back to your own story. (I kind of eavesdrop with your convo with Haz soz)

Take this pocket Knife as a gift for saving me back there. . .

Hope you won't forget us!

xx Marie