Life of a Teenage Assassin [ON HIATUS]

Life of a Teenage Assassin ~Prologue

Prologue

I peered through the tinted windows of some random professor’s car at another lady professor unlocking her car. I watched her every move, my blue high-tech contacts videotaping her every motion.

            “Are you ready?” A voice whispered inside my ear from the micro-chip imbedded under the lobe. That was Phil, my high-tech buddy that handled all my wiring and network crap.  

            “As I ever will be,” I replied quick and smooth. I unclipped my fake phone, which was really a tracking device and began my trained acting. I was pretending to be an ecstatic student on her way home from school. I was on the phone with a “friend”…aka, a tracking monitor.

            “Oh my freaking God! He said WHAT?” I screamed into the phone. The professor looked up at me startled, but lost interest as she saw me as only a student. Her mistake. I walked closer to her, continuing my awesome act, “Gosh…spill! You’re killing me!” Almost there… “God girl, you’re so lucky! He’s so into you!”

            As quick as a flash, I snapped my phone shut and lunged at the professor. She didn’t even have time to scream as I hit her across her head, aiming for her scull. I hit the tender part and she fainted. Just for good measure, I poked my finger into her pressure point in her neck. I needed a good four hours before she woke up. I grabbed her purse and felt through the pockets. At last, I found her wallet. I opened it and pulled out her ID. Aaah…Ms. Professor Lily Swenson. Sorry Lily, but I’m going to need to borrow this for a few hours.

            I quickly put her belongings back into the bag, save the ID. I pushed Ms. Swenson under her car, where she would remain hidden and not attract a lot of attention. After checking that every arm and foot were out of sight, I brushed myself off and kissed the ID. Showtime, folks!

            I changed quickly in my car, pulling off my preppy crap and pulling on my usual attire of black on black. I replaced my blue contacts with red…which helped me remain concealed in case I was spotted. I braided my long black hair into its usual French braid where it would remain out of my face as I…worked. After smoothing the fly-away hair with hairspray, I began my make-up process. I highlighted my cheekbones, and darkened my eyebrows and just about everywhere else, giving my face a darkened expression. I needed to blend in with the shadows. After everything was set, I snapped close my eye-shadow case and walked out.

            I stopped at the main entrance, checking to make sure no one else was around. It was around 7 PM-ish. There weren’t many professors left in the building. Only my target and a few others were. I smiled to myself. I whipped out Lily’s ID and scanned it under the lock. The red light turned green as the door clicked. I opened the door. Plan A was still in process.

            The hallways were lined with dim lights, most of the offices were dark. I had memorized all the staircases and hallways by heart, so I knew where to go. I looked to my left. Sure enough, there were two sets of stairs. Here goes nothing.

            I crepted up the stairs and took a left turn down a long hallway. Then another left, then right and up 3 lengths of stairs. There was a glass on my right where I could see the library, dark and quiet. I went up another staircase, and just down the hall, I could see a lit room at the very end.

            I moved faster than a spider, but more quiet than a mouse. With all I was trained, I stalked closer to the lit room where my target stood and breathed. He wouldn’t within the next few minutes. I held my breath, sucking my stomach, trying to be as flat against the wall as I could. There was a security camera that seemed to be looking straight at me, but I knew Phil had already disconnected them with who-knows-what high-tech device.

            I got to the door, not daring to breathe still and barely tilted my head to look in. The room was fairly big compared to the other offices. It was brightly lit, with lamps on both ends of the desk. Piles of papers were lined up against the desk. There were garbage strewn all over the desk and floor. There was a velvety purple computer chair behind the desk. And on that chair sat a very big, over-plump man with a balding head and a high receding line. What hair was left was stark white and the professor had lop-sided half crescent glasses that was glinting oddly in the bright light. Who knew the old grandpa could be such an evil man. Well…you learn after fighting against crime all these years.

            I slowly pulled out my throwing knife with a gloved hand. It was one of my sharpest and gods knew I could throw farther and straighter than any man on the planet. This man was as good as dead.

            Getting my throwing arm ready, I stepped into view, taking a normal sounding step. The old professor looked up and peered at me through his beady little piggy eyes. His eyes widened when he saw me, but before he could do anything else, my knife plunged into his heart. He toppled over his wheelie-chair dead. I took my knife out, wiping the blood on his plaid shirt, staining it with his own blood. I checked my reflection through my shiny knife and grinned before stashing it back into my boot. My work was done here.

            I opened the window of the dead professor’s office and jumped out. I ran a length to the knocked out professor…what was her name again? Ah, Lily…I pulled her out from under her car and propped her up against her door. I fished her ID out of my pocket and replaced it back into her wallet. And lastly, I took my good ‘ol knife and placed it in her bra. I knew my master would replace another one for me. This little act would mean she would be found guilty, and I would be off the hook. I checked her pulse again. She’d be awake by morning. I must have knocked her out good. Or, she just had a sensitive nerve system.

            I wiped my left boot against her dress pants and turned to my car. Placing my dark shades over my eyes, I turned on the engine and drove off. My job here was finished.

            That was my life. The one and only Scarlet Taylor, an assassin.