MistWolf

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

No One's POV

Scrunching up her nose Myandri lifted up the razor and stared at it like it was her worst enemy, mumbling something incoherent she brought it back down towards her forearm and swiped down her forearm. Nothing. Would. Cut. It. She let out a small scream, then tried picking at the long grizzly hair on her arms. She soon felt a pricking sensation on her legs, looking down, she now saw long furry hair start growing out of her legs.

'What is going on here?' She asked herself. 'Your a werewolf remember' her conscience responded to her question in a 'duh' tone.

Sighing, she recalled a article she was reading the other day about werewolves, and their 'transformations' and how to stop them. You had to first concentrate on the task, then imagine in your brain, kinda like creating what you want to happen inside your head then it will happen. So she did that, and she knew from personal experience how to concentrate well, even with the scalding hot water pouring down on her skin.

Taking a deep breath she slowly opened her eyelids, hearing a soft 'click' sound from closing them so tight. She then blinked. Couple of times to get her vision back clearly and the sight in front of her made her wanna jump up with glee, there was no more ugly bear hair on her legs and arms. She then sighed with relief but still a little shaken up from the whole scenario (I'm kinda obsessed wit the word scenario -_-), turning her body towards the pipe she turned it all the way off. She could still feel a burning sensation from the temperature she had the water on, after a little regroup session in the bathtub she stepped out and grabbed two towels out of her peripheral vision.

One for her hair and one for her body, she wrapped them both tightly around both areas.

Rubbing her the towel in her hair to dry it, she proceeded to leave the bathroom when a thought glued her to the tiles; leaving her dumb struck.

Unknown POV

I adjusted my binoculars on my current target, watching her every move. That's what I get paid for, why he paid me. It's my job, my life, my only reason to live is to kill. I don't take it personally, it's just another person.... Or in this case; it's a kid.

I don't go by my real name, in fact I changed my name; legally. I don't know what's so special about this girl, that HE had to call me to take her out. Apparently she is just another teenie bop-per, I could've just used my sniper rifle and put one between her eyes (I'm obsessed with that statement!!!). Like what is she going to fight back with? A hair brush. Sometimes my job takes a unusual turn.

If you don't know, I'm a hit man. I don't feel anything when I kill someone, one of the awesome perks of hiring me. When I was younger I would hurt my friends feelings and not feel anything, whereas if they said something that they thought would hurt me, they would everything to make me feel better. But they didn't know that I didn't feel any hurt from their actions, I let it make me stronger. I now realized that from their actions made me who I am today. An emotion less, serial killer hit man.

And boy am I loving it.

****Authors Note****

Okay soo I curently have not started on a new chapter but I will soon so please be patient and yea good news I am no longer sick I got better in feburary so maybe the updates will come more fequently :P Hope you enjoyed this chapter and is anticipating another one :)