Evil (Watty Award)

Chapter 3: Bloody What-So-Ever

Author’s notes…tehehe…XD

I’m really sorry for taking forever to write this. I hope I didn’t bore you out from reading this.

Chapter 3: Bloody What-So-Ever (Hayley’s POV) by lilya159

    The scene was changing fast. The lights coming to me again and I’m somewhere else. Time was spinning on the clock. Now I’m looking at my second assassin mission. The one I regret. The one that I can’t confess to anybody, but let it haunt me. Let it die with my soul.

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Few months passed since my first assassin mission, in which I felt very proud of. I was in the organization AT LAST! These past few months, commander had me training in with the other killers in the organization. All these people were a lot older than me. A girl killing at age 13 going to a school of killing, imaginable? No?

     Because there is no other kid or 13 year old there. All were men and women from the organization fighting with knives, hand-wrestling, guns, ect. They looked pretty tough to me. All had what I called, Battle Scars, that ran all over their bodies-from their face to arm, to their legs. I noticed one some that where even missing body parts-like a finger, arms, legs, and eyes. If they were bunch up together, they might look like a bunch of mighty pirate. That was how I imagine it. On a crew with other “pirates” learning to be a killer. Cruel and mischievous, right?

I always trained with Fern. She is not much older than me; about 18 years old. I could tell that she was not new to killing. There were scars all over her arms, which seemed to go all the way up to her neck. I never dared to question her on how she got so many scars. Never question, was one of many thing I learn when I was welcomed into the organization.  

    We were usually training in hand to hand combat, her specialty. Her speed was amazing, and I could tell she worked hard on her defense. Her hand quickly grabbed onto my wrist, trying to spin me onto the ground, but not before I kicked her feet, and knocked her off balance. I took every chance I could and went to offense mode, as she was getting up. Never give mercy to your enemy was one of the biggest rules here.

     I watched her as she got of the dusty floor, and charged at me with lightning speed. But I was prepared for all of her attacks, and side stepped. She missed me by a width of a hair. Grunting in disapproval, she struck me on cheek. I was glad that no one knew about my secret, my dark secret I kept to myself.

No blood came from my nose, and I threw a punch in her abdomen. She fell a few steps back, surprised at my power and speed.  Never, ever, underestimate a girl like me.

     “Hayley!” A loud a clear voice echoed through the arena. I snapped my head up to see my commander yelling my name. 

Fern gave me a disgusted look and turned her back to me. I sprinted to where my commander, who was waiting for me at the door way.

     “Yes, sir?”

     “I see your training has improved.” He patted me on the back, not hard nor gently.

     “I have been training hard, sir.” I kept my head down, not daring to look into his eyes.

I followed him out the arena into the silent hall, and I noticed he was holding something I could almost recognize. I knew he must want to talk to me, because we were now alone. I stood still as possible, but truly couldn't wait until he told me something; anything.

     After I finished the assassin mission, he hadn’t talked to me. Didn’t even tell me what my next move was, the organization people had helped me, but not him. Why? He was like a ….father. He was the one who helped me in my childhood, and still does, but has he stopped? I'd rather think he was too busy in his own work that he didn’t have enough time.