Betrayal

Part 1; Betrayal

I grabbed my purse tightly running through the ally. It's almost time. I kept thinking. Feeling my breath get heavier as my prey stood behind me. Thinking he was in charge.

Don't be stupid. I thought wanting to kill him already. I stopped and took my heels off. Hearing his footsteps right behind me.

I slowly looked behind. "Excuse me. Can I help you?" I asked the man that stood behind me with a smile that's screamed his awful intentions.

"Yes. Your very pretty theres a lot you can help me with" He smirked cornering me to the end of the ally.

"Thank you but please stop following me," I said innocently grabbing the knife on my back as he walked faster to me.

Trying to go on top of me. "Please," I said feeling his breath in the corner of my neck. I quietly got my knife out and stabbed him on the back. Feeling his heavy body falling on me.

"Fuck you." I kicked his dead body on the floor. Walking away as nothing happened. Another fucken predator is dead.

I took my jacket and gloves off in the car. I'm getting less messier at my work. Easier to clean my messes.

I opened my car and put the knife in a bag. Driving straight home.

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The next morning...
Fuck I'm late seeing the sun through my window . I moved to my side looking for my phone 7:30 2 hours late holy fuck.

I jumped off my bed feeling a little dizzy afterward I turned on my shower and felt the hotness on my back.

Starting my day as 'Amelia Clark.' I could imagine my life as it is. With my family alive. I would actually...like it.

But we can't change the past.

I hoped out the shower. I brushed my teeth and tied my hair into a ponytail. Just adding a little makeup. I put on the usual dressing pants, a white blouse, and black heels. Adding glasses that I don't need buts it's a habit to add.

Finally closing my apartment door. I walked to work since it is across the street. The nice thing about New York.

"Your late!" Yelled Kate the security.

"I know. Did she get here already?" I asked preparing my boss's coffee.

"No, she's in some crime scene right now. She should be here soon. You got luck missy." Kate laughed

"Great!" I grabbed the coffee and ran to the elevator.
Going up all I can think about is who's next. Everyone thinks I'm a murderer. Each victim I kill they call me a murderer, assassin, monster.

Sometimes even a serial killer. But every one of them deserved it. They ruin people's lives. So I end theirs. That simple.

The elevator opened and I walked into my office cube. Grabbing papers to act like as if I was working and opening my computer.

Looking straight into the elevator. Waiting for that bing and she's here.

Mary Grant is amazing. But she's a scary bitch. I'm an assassin and more scared of her. She's the literal devil. She'll stab my back quicker than I will to her.

Bing, I heard the elevator doors open and quickly stood up. "Ms. Grant your morning coffee." I handed it to her.

"Low on sugar this time?" she asked looking me up and down. "You look disgusting! Your boyfriend didn't let you sleep or what!"