Assassinated: Mellowalker New Universe

Chapter 1: Assassin 008

[Warning: there are curse words here. There is also Norwegian provided by Bing Translate. I will provide the original English text behind in brackets. Please note that my native language is neither English nor Norwegian. Forgive some grammar mistakes as long as you can understand the text.]

:) Enjoy reading.

(Alan's POV)

The night was dark and dense outside as my alarm clock rang. Out of years of practice my eyes snapped open and my hands automatically reached for the knife under my pillow. Realizing there was nobody trying to slit my throat, I silently swore, patted the alarm to calm it down, and quickly jumped out of bed.

On the way to my bathroom, I snuck a peek at the clock and muttered a dirty word to myself. It was nearly 1 o'clock in the morning. I gotta be fast or get scolded by my manager.

The phone started to ring when I was brushing my teeth. Spitting foam into the sink, I picked it up and answered, "Hello? Alan Walker here."

"For fuck's sake Alan, where are you? I thought I told you to come over at one!" A voice blared from the speaker, clearly annoyed. I sighed inwardly and sped up my progress. "Don't shout Tri, I'm coming," I yelled into the microphone and closed the call.

Five minutes later I was in my traditional black hoodie and mask, sitting at the steering wheel of my car and whisking up the road along the familiar path. When I pulled up at the narrow alley where my manager Tri lived, there he was, holding a small flashlight and scowling like he'd never seen the sun. "Hurry up!" He growled and yanked the car door open, sliding into the seat beside me.

"It's only five minutes..." I mumbled while shooting off the pavement and into the night. Out of habit I reached up my right hand and stroked my nose nervously, bracing myself for the scolding to come. Tri was a strict man and nearly fifteen years older than me. His obsession with being on time is something I could never understand, being only a teenager aged nineteen.

I know it may seem weird to get up at basically the middle of the night and drive while being underage but well, I'm not an ordinary person.

Oh, did I forget to tell you? I'm a hired assassin.

Now now—I know exactly what you're thinking, and I'm gonna ask you, very politely, not to judge me. Just a warning before you doubt my words. There are people who have learnt this lesson the hard way.

So what if I'm a fucking cold-blooded killer not even twenty yet? That's my fucking job! And I've done a good job. If you wanna somebody to be dead fast, everyone in this business knows who to call.

Alan Walker. That's my name, and you bitches better remember my name.

Cause maybe my next fucking victim is gonna be you.

"-ker? Walker? Alan?" The voice of Tri whipped me out of my thoughts. I blinked and vaguely heard him snapping his fingers in front of my face. "What the fuck are you doing, deaf?" He yelled right into my ear. Startled, I yanked on the steering wheel and the car veered violently to the left, nearly hitting the buildings on that side of the road. I muttered a curse word under my breath as the car leapt in the air, hitting a speed bump. His hand was still blocking my vision and I groaned, slapping it away. "I'm driving. Are you trying to wreck us?"

"You won't listen to what I'm saying." He huffed indignantly.

I rolled my eyes and wrenched the car onto the road again, annoyed. "Listen up, I'm asking you a question first." He crossed his arms and nodded, eyebrows still twisted in a tight line. "What am I doing here in this godly hour with no fucking mission?" I hissed at him. Tri hesitated. "You're not gonna like this," he mumbled, "But you're meeting your new partner."