The World

The Assassination Incomplete

So how are you all doing? You good? Thats cool. So, this is going to be a romance/action title. And from what I've done, its going to be a little dark too (Just so you all know). Hope you like it-

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Gases filled the air, my eyes covered by goggles and my mouth covered by the black mask. It may be an inconvenience at times, but it keeps me alive. Mostly my identity safe. Keeps me from blabbering, puts me in line if I'm too close.

I guess you could say it puts me on a leash, where I can't talk or speak. To get the assignment done. That's the only thing I'm meant to do. Orders are orders, and I was raised to know one thing: everyone was the enemy.

The only real human contact I have, is when I'm assigned on a mission, and when I kill.

I run quietly through the dark gas, quickly towards the lab 37-A. The alarms were blaring, and my pocket knife was ready at hand while I waited behind the door. The lab door swung open, and a girl, some-what in her twenties came out of the room. Her short brunette hair swishing, her panicking face illuminated by the red emergency lights blazing.

Behind her came a man in his fifties, wearing protective gear and telling her where to go. There he was, mission number eighty three, assassinate Dr. Burnes S. Dierechy, head of the New World Science committee. The file I read about him suggested to eliminate by surprise, no messes, and to do so quietly without anyone seeing. It also suggested specifically, to not, under any circumstances, leave until the man quit breathing and there was no evidence left behind.

It doesn't seem possible with the girl in the way. But I need to do this with no evidence, and I'm pretty sure little brown hair over there isn't going to keep her mouth shut.

I guess I'm going to eliminate her too. When I was about to get closer, my head burst with pain. I doubled over, frozen.

"Why? Why go and start killing again? What are you, their lapdog? Get a hold of yourself."

I've always been their dog. It won't ever change.

"If you want to go and eliminate, be my guest. But do it yourself, not for stupid orders."

Shut up, you know I can't change this. I'm a stupid machine, given orders and told what to do. I do it. There is no choice in the matter.

"Can I help?" A girl's voice broke my stupor.

I jumped back, breathing heavily, caution in my heavy steps. Damn, this hasn't happened in a long time. And to actually have a blank out during an order, what luck.
I'm too exhausted to get out, and I think I might collapse at any given moment.

"Dr., he needs help. We need to take him into hiding with us." I was swaying at this point, holding my head in one hand. The other hand sliding the knife back into a back pocket.

Burnes looked at her like she exploded into four heads. "Are you absolutely out of your God forbidden mind? Sella, look at him! His clothes, he's one of the first class assassins! Leave him!" He yells as he runs down the hallway, leaving us behind. I had to go after him, but I don't think I'm capable of running in this state.

The gas was filling quicker, and she stayed. She took a step closer. I took a step back, sliding slightly.

"Let's go assassin." She says in a serious tone, like I could do something at this moment anyway. My legs wouldn't move much, or delayed in my muscles. I couldn't tell, my mind was fuzzy.

The girl came over and put my arm around her shoulder, saying something, but I couldn't pay attention anymore. The gas, it was messing with my serum somehow.

She started walking, seemingly completely lost. I was leaning on her while telling her lowly where to go to get out quicker. After all, I had to remember every escape route possible.

~Sella:

You could say I was completely panicking. We were out of the building, not knowing what fumes have entered my body, not knowing where else to hide, because the doctor has already left and I can't track him down.

Putting him in the passenger seat, I walked over to the drivers seat and started the car. What luck, I'm taking a psychotic assassin home. How nice.

I sped away in the tan car, making sure to high-tail it to the security house. I glanced at the Dark haired man beside me, and noticed his posture. He looked to be out of breath, breathing heavily as his head was resting against the seat.
Something seemed clearly wrong, if a man of his shape and muscular body could be this tired and almost out cold from one... Mission? Something like that?

But that also got me to thinking, what was his purpose for being in the laboratory. I work as an assistant for Dr. Burnes C. Dierechy, my grandfather. There's nothing about me at this point that he would want to come after me for. So I would think he would be after my grandfather. He is apart of the New World Science committee, but so far, as I'm aware of, they have only talked about theoretical world problems. Or is that all they've done? Wouldn't I have noticed if they did more?

More questions screwed through my brain as I drove to the small safe house. And It seems no one has come here to use this house, and there's only a limited amount of safe houses, so where are the others? It seems there are some secrets they haven't told certain people, such as I. I couldn't tell if the man was unconscious beside me because of the goggles blocking his eyes, so I went around to the passenger door, put my arm around him, and tried to pull him out of the vehicle. It was a bit comical, since he was completely out of it and seemed to be in pain, while I was trying my hardest to pull him out and half walk-half carry him inside. There was also the problem of him being extremely taller than me, and had much more weight because of his muscles.

We made it inside the house and I laid him on the couch, not able to handle anymore weight on my shoulders. They've got to be kidding me, leaving me alone with an assassin and of no way to contact them.

I pushed my hair back and put a ponytail holder in my short hair while I went to the bathroom to see if we had any medical kits.

Luckily, we had a few, so I grabbed one as I walked back down the hall to the kitchen to see if food was there. He probably needs a glass of water anyway when he wakes up, groggy and going to ask what's going on and where he is.

That's when I felt a pressure against my head. Feeling cold metal pushing as a rough voice asked, "Where the hell am I and why was I on your couch?"

It seems he woke up.