Opposites Attract - C.Dallas

11

2 Months Later

You may say that I've changed. Im not the good girl who would be innocent around everyone and never cause trouble. Im a mischievous girl, full of surprises.

I had sold my house. I got $150,000 for it. Im using some of the money to improve the mansions security.

I would still go to school, I just leave earlier than usual. Time has flown by so quickly.

Cameron is still finding his ways to get our friendship back. He needs to try harder.

My usual daily routine consists of running in the morning, relaxing after the run, then I would go to the gym we have in the mansion and heavily work out. Some Friday's I usually fight at Michael's Fight Arena. I get paid $500 for every fight I win. So far I have only lost one and that was against Michael's son. I know his father has trained him well. Lucky b*stard.

I was currently standing outside by my car. I took out one cancer stick from my hoodie pocket. I had stored them for emergencies and this was definitely an emergency.

I was stressing about the next assassin that I have been appointed to kill.

Reaching my back pocket while I placed the cigarette in between my lips, I immediately found my lighter. After a few tries of lighting it, the lighter finally lit, forming a flame. I held the lighter under the end of the cigarette, waiting for the smoke to form.

Taking a deep breath, I inhaled the toxic chemicals and closed my eyes. I then exhaled the smoke and already felt less stressed.

"Smoking isn't good for you."

I turned to see Cameron. I walked over to the bonnet of my car and rested my backside on the front part of the bonnet. My focus was on Cameron and I smirked. I clearly remember him getting suspended for smoking on school premises.

"Hypocrite." I grin.

He chuckles.

"Stress isn't good for you,you know." I grinned.

"This." I say holding up the cigarette.

"Is a good cure for stress." I said and inhale the chemicals.

"It may be a good cure for stress, but it won't help you and your health." Cameron states.

I exhaled and sighed.

"What do you want Cameron?" I asked in a cold manor.

"Francesca Price. Hugo's informed me to tell you that she's hijacked a plane that is on its way over to New York. He wants you to get ready for your trip." Cameron informed me.

Francesca Price is my target. Price is an assassin; like me I suppose.

Me and the guys are referred as assassins now. My mother and fathers agency is there to protect us.

Back to Price, she was trained at the age of 16, the same as me. She has changed from killing bad people, and has turned into killing the innocent.

Price doesn't use her abilities well. That murderous cow, abuses them and treats her power like a piece of sh*t.

"Thanks for filling in the info." I said and inhaled the last bit of my cigarette. I exhaled the chemical and dropped the cigarette on the floor. I stepped on it to burn down the petite flame. I walked past Cameron and walked into the house.

Time to get ready for a 42 hour journey.

*****

I'm parked round the corner from Francesca's house. She has 10 security camera's outside her house. I need to act casual and not f*ck this mission up.

I stepped out of the car and headed towards the house. I had a black bag resting on my shoulder. I made my way to the door. Quickly unzipping the bag, I took out my MP7 machine gun and lowered the bag on the floor. I knocked hard on the door and hid by the side of the peep hole. I know that there are two men standing behind that door. I could feel they're presence.

Seconds later, the door opened. I took the opportunity and stepped in front of the door.

"Bye b*stards." I smirked and fired at the two men.

I stepped over they're bodies and heard people coming down the stairs. They started to shoot. I'm glad I have a bullet proof vest on right now. I paced up the stairs and shot the crap out of them.

Knowing that they were dead, I confidently walked up the stairs. My view came across a corridor. I walked down the corridor and two other men appeared. They started to shoot. I pulled out two Beretta 96A1 handguns.

These are the new inventions and my latest, favourite handgun. There powerful as f*ck. I shot one of them almost immediately, causing his body to drop to the floor

I quickly ducked at the firing bullet that was traveling towards me. The f*cker nearly hit my head. I got back up and aimed for his heart.

BANG

I shot the b*stard on the heart. I grinned at my success so far. I marched quickly towards Francesca's office. I swung the doors wide open. She was standing inches away from the window. I pointed the gun to her direction and she smirked. It grew wider when I showed anger.

"Now now. Drop the weapon Ciara."

"How do you know my name?" I kept the gun pointed at her.

She laughed. This b*tch finds this funny!

"You really think I'm that dumb to not know that you were coming for me? I know I'm a target. Have you forgotten that I'm an assassin to? I have technology like you. Dumb b*tch." She smirked.

I grinned at her stupidity.

"If that's what they call murderous rampagers." I said and cocked an eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes, making me click the safety off of the gun.

"You do the same thing as me. Don't forget that."

"I don't kill the innocent. I kill the ones that deserve to die. Your an example. You're not respectful towards you're skills either. You deserve to die for the innocent lives you took off this damn world!" I spoke truthfully.

"You cold hearted b*tch." She spat.

"Me? Cold hearted?! Oh please, don't get confused by describing yourself." I laughed.

She opened her mouth to say something but I shot her. Her body fell to the ground. I walked back out of the room and headed downstairs to where I dropped the bag. I brung a small jug of gasoline to get rid of all the evidence. I entered the house again and poured the strong, smelling liquid around the front part of the house.

Taking my lighter out of my pocket, I set it alight and tossed it to the ground. The flames appeared surprisingly quick. The flames radiated warmth to my face. I immediately began to sweat. It was time for me to leave the house. I headed out and got back into my car.

I need to get some rest and start off with a good day tomorrow, ready to return home.