Heaven: The Story of an Assassin

Prologue - There's Always The First

After all, if she wanted to avenge her family, she shouldn't feel a shred of regret.

Prologue - There's Always the First

Sitting quietly in the velvet seat of a limo, the 15-year old Leanne Black couldn't calm her nerves no matter how she willed herself to. Her palms sweating and her knees  shaking, she could feel her heart ramming in her rib cage it actualy hurt. Sensing this, the man clad in an expensive suit sitting beside her, took something from his pocket and handed it to her. She looked at the candy wrapped in a gold foil and looked at the man who had 'raised' her. Like a small child being pacified, she took it and unwrapped it with her shaking hands. She popped it in her mouth and waited for a while until it finally calmed her. Slowly, she felt like she's morphing into a different person. Her nerves relaxed, she forgot all about her anxiety. She felt rather excited and wondered what was the unnecessary hesitation all about.

This is her first 'package'. After training nonstop for almost two years, she's finally going to do her first assignment. She recalled how she trained day in and out. She recalled the tricks and skills she was taught. She recalled how to properly throw a knife, shoot a gun, slay with a sword and how to fight without any weapons.

Personally she loved combat and knife throwing. Combat because you can kill with just your bare strength. Knife throwing because you can kill in one swift attack. Tonight, she'll only need her skills in both. Or maybe just the knife throwing if she can kill the man in white coat. It would be no sweat.

"It's time," said the man.

Without a word, she got out of the car and proceeded on her plan. Minutes later she found herself climbing the open window. The man in the white coat still didn't notice her when she soundlessly landed on the tiled floor. Beside the window she just came in from was a desk where medicinal tools are lying. She grabbed the one that looks like a knife. Her cold hand enclosed tight on it.

She briefly wondered why she's going to kill the man. He seemed innocent. How could someone like him earn Nixon Black's spite? Nixon Black only told her that the man didn't want to work for him. And so he wanted to punish him. Was that all the reason?

As quickly as it came, she ignored the thoughts. She shouldn't be asking questions. Her only job is to kill. Not stick her nose in to someone else's business.

She almost jumped in fright when the man raised his head, finally noticing another presence in his lab office. Thankfully, her body reflexes were already prepared that even though she was 0.1 second late in throwing the sharp object, the man in white coat behind his desk didn't have the time to register the shock of the fact that he wasn't alone. That he's just been attacked with the tool that he always used in her job. That his neck was oozing with his blood.

Blood. Ironically, she hated the sight and smell of it. Even the sound of it is nauseating.

Her first victim tried to speak, struggled to get up and maybe call for help. He managed to walk a couple of steps before his body collapsed, his knees first and then his body and then head thumping on the floor. His blood pooled beside his body. His head was facing her, eyes still open. In a matter of second, death engulfed him.

Leanne Black stared at him. No feeling of remorse at the moment. Just a blank feeling she was trained to feel. After all, if she wanted to avenge her family, she shouldn't feel a shred of regret.