Montague is Dead

Prologue

I AM A descendant of Juliet Capulet. The bloodline of the Capulet is run by former and current assassins. But of course, no one outside our family name can be aware of it.

My name is Scarlett, like the color. Incidentally, my hand has been painted scarlet since I was young. Being the only child of our family, it is only I, who could bring our job of assassination, into continuance. Our extended families typically still have their eldest to take the job.

Dreams do not gently visit me. The faces of those who I have killed in the past have repeatedly appeared before my eyes. I am used to the metallic smell of blood and its obvious viscosity when the amount becomes massive. Being an experienced assassin, I also have used different kinds of methods throughout my living. Some days, using a sword. A clean, hard slice of the neck, each differs in vigor, beheading them. When I am not in the mood, a simple strike in their gut does the job most of the time.

I am born to assassinate. I am used to killing.

But years of experience have not made me entirely emotionless. If anything else, it made me more delicate. Each time I end a person's life, my lips tremble and my hands fail to keep their steady. Most of the time it's very hard, but it's never easy. Killing the most heinous kind of men is the least that could make me feel at peace. I was never at total peace.

My nimble fingers met the texture of the paper as I slowly picked up the note that I have received. It's very simple, and neat. Just the name of the target and important notes for me to keep in mind.

Yet the target is not simple at all.

Target: Dameau Montague
Rule as suicide, no other attachments. Do it in any way with the least to no problems. Use any kind of method if you must. No deadline.

- A

I heard the hums of the birds, droplets of blood. The silence was loud enough for me to hear.

Dameau Montague, the current crown prince. Soon to be king. And I am to kill him.

My name came into my mind, my capabilities. I am a Capulet, a family line of assassins. Not even a prince can make my confidence waver. Not even a Montague. I know that with just a single breath of mine, this Montague is dead.