Assassin

° Chapter 1

[6:00am]

*buzzing*
Turns alarm off

'Sighs' here we go again. Another day of a job I never asked for. Is this all my life; all my life will ever be? I suppose i'll just have to hope not.

With great reluctance, I manage to haul myself out of bed and slap some cold water onto my smooth skin. I grab my smartest most expensive suit, and before long, i've secured every button.

Looking in the mirror, a stern but friendly face glares back at me. I wonder often if only everything had been different. Maybe I wouldn't be face to face with the deep, dark blues eyes of an assassin.

Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I make my way over to the other side of the apartment. With one swift *click* a whole host of sleek, top-of-the-range weaponry lie before me. I glance at my watch. [6:59... 7:00] the words of my previous teacher echoes in my head "there will be consequences." For only a single second I feel fear wash over me but suppress it before it could dwell. I cant be late, not now, not ever.

I rush to pick the right gun and there as if by magic lays the perfect choice. I pick it up and twist it between my fingers, feeling the weight of its double-barrelled body and the power behind that tiny trigger. [7:01] In an instant, the ammunition is locked and loaded.

From the kitchen counter, I sweep up the nearest cloth and proceed to polish the dirty leather of my right shoe. [7:02] No time. I drop the cloth and drape my warm black robe over my shoulders.

*Beep... Beep*

Just outside the window, rumbles the soft engine of my ride. I close the curtain and step outside the comfort of my home. A face full of frigid air greets me happily. I ignore the numbness of my sore, red cheeks and lock the door.

*Bang*

I pull my seatbelt over my chest and wait for the soft click, indicating its secure. I watch the world zoom by as we start the journey to NY.

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I lay back in my leather seat and breathe in the fresh air rushing in from the open window. I let it tug and pull at my hair, playing with it like a kitten with a ball of wool.

A blurr of greens, blues and yellows pass by me and I struggle to focus the scenery. Before I could manage to get a clear view of the sweet buttercup and lavender flowers, the thick trunk of a large oak tree blocks my view. I wait for him to glide pass but he never does. I wait for the cold air to continue slapping my cheeks but it doesn't.

I turn my head and find the black barrel of a firearm digging into my forehead.
The wide grin of a big, bulky man seems to threaten me all by itself.

"Drop ya weapons."
I register what he said and reach for my gun. I hold it upside down, in the air and press my finger sneakily to the trigger.

All at once, a gun shot rings out and leaves me shaking. I open my eyes and find blood oozing out of a bullet shaped hole in the man's sweaty forehead. I breath out, relieved I had fired when I had.

I check the gun and find 4 large bullets still safely in the cartridge. I look up again and just catch a glimpse of a black cloak swish out of view.

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I hope you guys enjoyed the first part. I know its quite short but ya know what they say... 'quality not quantity.'

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