𝘼 𝙏𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮
Missy "Candy" Davis. Trained by her adopted father before he was murder in an mysterious hit and run. Unable to cope with his death, she took up a job for ridding the world of evil people. From the grimy and dirty pol...
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She leans against the window ledge and looks through the scope of the sniper that was set up. The lollipop in her mouth helps her focus more on her target making her line up the shot. Eating the rest of the candy she tosses the stick on the floor. Missy pulls away from the scope of the gun and looks at her phone. As she looks through the device in her hand, she steps over all the unconscious bodies she had knocked out a few moments ago. The room was an open concept; the living room, dining room, and kitchen were all in one big room. Missy stops at the large kitchen counter, sighing softly as she sits her phone down and eye the wine cabinet before walking around the counter.
She pulls the glass cabinet doors open and takes a wine bottle from the shelf with a wide smile on her face. She looks around for the wine bottle opener, once she finds it, the girl opens the bottle without hesitation; taking a greedy sip from the bottle before humming at the taste.
As Missy goes for another sip, the buzzing of her phone, made her look down at it. It was an alarm, letting her know it was time to take her shot.
As she walked back to her sniper, she wanted to make sure this was the right guy the unknown number sent her.
"What a shame... he's cute."
She pushed her phone in her pocket, calmly sipping the wine she had in her hand. Humming to herself, Missy starts pouring the remainder of the wine all over the unconscious bodies and smashes the glass bottle beside them.
She gets in a comfortable position and lines up the shot, holding her breath, just as her father taught her. Missy closes her eyes for three seconds before she slowly opens them and pulls the trigger, shooting the brains of another person that had a hit on them.
This wasn't the first time, and it won't be the last time.
The first couple of jobs were terrible. She would sometimes get cold feet and turn away, while other times she would get really sick after doing a job. However she grew accustomed to the sight of blood and other gore-like things. A few bodies later, Missy got used to the sight of death, and a couple of dozen bodies, she got used to killing scummy people. That guilty feeling of taking someone's life vanished. The sight of brains, guts, etc., scattered everywhere would freak anyone out, but not her. Not anymore. She was perfectly fine with killing after a while, especially when the hits were nothing but evil people.
Missy felt like she was doing the world a favor. Killing the people who deserve it. She knew with the money she made she could pack up and leave anytime. However, she was too connected to that little apartment she grew up in as well as all of her Jefferson's things were there. She eventually would need to let go, but she just can't bring herself to leave.
"Time to pack up." She mumbles to herself as she opens her duffle bag she stores her sniper in.
Missy needed to make sure she got out of the building and left as if she was never there, so nothing would look too suspicious. Most of her jobs weren't as messy as this one, but she didn't expect to have to knock out five guys before setting up for her hit. The girl didn't even know about the men posted up in the abandoned penthouse just a few tall buildings away from her target. She made sure to be careful when picking the spot, but she wasn't careful enough.
