Færies or Dæmons

The first casualties 3

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The song above is the song she is listening to as she walks through the city.

I am woken up by load banging at my door and hushed voices outside my motel room.

I crawl behind my bed and load my gun. I wait for what feels like hours before the voices recede.

I pack my rucksack back and head to the lobby to check out. I don't bother asking about my 'visitors' because the receptionist already looks stressed enough, with an elderly couple complaining about their room.

I swing my backpack over my shoulder and weave in between rich fæ businessmen.

I admire the second watch i 'borrowed' of a passing workman. (What, i gotta pay the bills somehow and what's better than stealing off the same creatures that enslaved me).

I hook a handbag off a lady's chair sat outside a fancy looking cafe and sort through the contents, packing a credit card, makeup, a phone and headphones.

It takes me 2 minutes to hack into the phone and go straight to Spotify. 

I have to stop myself from skipping along the streets, i don't want to draw attention to myself more than i already have. I dump the handbag in a dumpster and walk towards a crêpe shop.

I freeze when i see my first target entering Empire City Casino. She is a small women but i know she makes up for it with her intelligence.

I fall back into an alleyway; checking no one is on my tail before slipping through a door at the back of the Casino.

I climb up the stairs and nearly walk straight into the back of a bodyguard. I curse under my breath and slip behind a plant.

I take my hand gun out of my back pack and lie down, making sure i am out of the line of sight of the bodyguard and prop myself up on my elbows. The gun feels natural in my hands, after weeks of weapon training in camp. I shift till the gun is poking out from behind the plant pot and fire.

The bodyguard barley has time to register what happens before his body hits the floor.

I press my body close to the wall opposite the penthouse suite. I poke my head out to see if there are anymore guards. I scoff when i see a single fæ in a suit pacing outside the door. His head snaps towards my direction, i guess he heard me.

I step out so he has full view of me. The suspicion he once had in his eyes has vanished, replaced with boredom.

"What do you want little girl, where's your parents?"

I roll my eyes, he obviously doesn't know what he's getting himself into.

'You have 5 seconds to step out of my way, leave this floor and pretend you never saw me'

He scoffs, "or what, sweetheart, you going to call ur mummy?"

'5'

His tone changed when he realised i would not give up.

"Leave now, otherwise i'm going to have to call my friend, Bill over there to help me. Im sure he will give you a punishment that will make you regret not running to ur mummy."

'4'

He shifted on his feat and fumbled in his jacket for a radio.

'3'

I felt my powers beginning to rise to the surface, making the surrounding area static.

He was becoming more frantic now when Bill wasn't answering the radio.

'2'

I saw his eyes dart around, then widen when they landed on Bill's body, further down the hall.

He looks back to me as the realisation kicked in.

"Wait, what ever you're planning on doing, well don't", he was trying to take his gun out of his holster but fear stopped him from completing his task.

"To late, 1"

I slide the knife out of the strap on my thing and waste no time in lodging it in his chest. His screams ring through the hallways. I finish him off with a shot through the head.

I reload my gun then step over his lifeless body. As I expected, the door is locked so i take a run up and slam against it with my shoulder. The second time i hit it, i hear a pop and pain sears through my shoulder. I grab my shoulder with the other hand and try to push it back into place. It doesn't move and i don't want to hurt myself anymore do i kick the door instead.

To my surprise, the lock breaks.

The door opens to a tacky gold living room and, leading onto a massive kitchen.

"Hello?, Evans, is that you?" She calls from a behind a door leading of from the living room.

With my gun pointed towards the door, i push open the door. The woman was lying in a bath, covered in mountains of bubble bath and rose petals.

"Evans, be a dear and pass me a towel, thanks." She has her eyes closed so she still hasn't seen me.

I don't move. She looks so defenceless, at least the other guys had guns to defend themselves with. I start to lower my gun but then i remember why i have to do this.

I aim and have to look away as i pull the trigger.

I wipe a tear from my cheek then let out a frustrated scream.

***

After my 'appointment' with Miss Santev, i spent the rest of my day chilling in a motel room, watching tv and resting my shoulder which i had fixed earlier in a hospital.

"At 12:37 today, Mary Santev, as well as her 2 bodyguards were shot dead in her suite. Police are investigating but witnesses say 10 rival gang members murdered her to weaken the Yasan gang."

I couldn't hold back my laugh, if only they knew a teenage girl had fooled 3 trained fighters.

My phone pings with a message from an unknown number. 

*mission 1 completed, 2nd target is Franco Decuador, Boston city hall, Thursday.

I slam the phone on my desk and jump onto the bed drifting into a deep sleep.