Born to Kill

Chapter 2

One assumption nearly everyone had wrong is that she is a he and not a she. And furthermore—she is just a teenager. She did her job, while balancing an alias for a normal life. 

She learned how to get around the world alone, ever since she was twelve. It was difficult at first, especially for just a twelve-year-old. She learned things, things beyond anyone's level of experience and eventually, she survived. Even more than just survive—she lived.

She parked her Harley Davidson mid an empty road. Quickly, she changed the plate number. She had to ensure the intractability of her jobs. It was an assuring road, no cameras or people. As soon as the plate number was attached, she left.

It was amazing the road didn't have any people. The city was still brightly illuminated at the hour causing a resemblance to the bright morning. Noise still filled around the city: honks of cars, distant shouts, and loud music.

She drove her Harley into a tall, bright building. She parked it in one of her spaces. She was in the building she lived in. Reaching for her keys to her penthouse, she was struck with a realization that she had left it in her room. Letting out an irritated sigh, she rode the lift up to the lobby.

"Still up, Ms. Gray?" The boy behind the front desk greeted smiling.

"I told you, it's Alexis... its been a long night," Alexis Gray—that was her true name.

"It's a rule to respect occupants here, Ms. Gray," Kale, the boy, said.

"I'm younger than you, so don't call me a miss," Alexis insisted.

"Fine then, Alexis, how can I help this time?"

Alexis smiled cheekily, like an innocent puppy.

"You left your keys again, didn't you?"

"That's why I give you my spare!" Alexis said grinning.

"Okay, let's go," Kale said, gesturing Alexis to go first.

"Thanks, Kale," Alexis thanked.

Alexis played nice, she wasn't anyone you would suspect be capable of murder. She'd need someone to vouch for her innocence one day. She lived alone; she was the building's most trusted occupant. She had given them some sad story on her mother's death but how 'daddy' was always too busy to ever visit. It was the only reason she, being only sixteen, could live alone. But her parents were dead, both were.

The lift slowly came to a stop and the steel doors parted. A dimly lit hallway led straight to a steel door. It was a modern looking steel door, almost elegant even. It had an almost white color and it had silver-like handles. There also included an electronic lock system that need a code, but the key too was necessary...for precautionary measures. Alexis typed in a code—to swift for Kale to catch.

After inserting the key, the door opened revealing an elegant, modern, sophisticated home. Just from the entrance you would be able to see the grandness of the place. Kale stared from the door.

"Thanks, again," Alexis smiled at Kale.

"No problem, anytime," Kale replied.

"Good night."

"Night."

Kale was the first to turn back; Alexis then closed the doors, automatically locking it.

She walked through the marble floors, her boots clicking and clacking against it. She walked through the white hall leading straight to a black door. She entered the room; it was a plain, average room. There was a long white couch, a glass table with some flowers on it, a flatscreen TV, and a white closet. It was a semi-average room with nothing quite special on the eyes. Alexis opened the closet and moved the clothes aside. She placed her thumb on a scanner hidden behind the boards. A detaching sound arose and Alexis pushed through the back wall revealing another room.