Teenage Assassin

Chapter One

"Weak. Try again." I sighed in frustration as I put the passed out body on the ground. Two men in tight black shirts and jeans, who looked terrified, came over quickly and picked up the limp body and dragged him off to the side. I took a deep breath in, stood up straight, and looked to my right.

Another volunteer came over, cracking his knuckles. He looked to be about my age, maybe older. Blond hair, blue eyes, and he had a little build to him, but he was definitely bigger than me. He did look cocky, like he was ready to beat me up. He smirked at me. I went to guarding-stance. The boy did too.

"Go." The boy tried to punch me in the throat, but I grabbed his wrist with my left hand, then wrapped my right arm around his arm. I pulled down on his arm harshly. He let out a little scream, like he was trying to hold in the pain I just caused him. I know I just dislocated his right shoulder. I let go of his arm and gave him a good shove with both my hands.

He stumbled back, his right arm dangling on his side. I round-housed him to the face, then did a turning round-house to his face. He stumbled back, but not down yet.

I walked up to him and side-kicked him to his stomach. I felt the heel from my high heels hit his rib. The boy finally crashed down. I went to the back of my pants and grabbed my pistol. I cocked it and pointed it at him.

"No! Don't shoot!" The boy begged, holding up his left arm. I stared at him, waiting for instructions.

"Better, but not there yet. Unarm." I put my gun back in the back of my pants and stood up straight. The boy sighed in relief. I swallowed hard, still looking in front of me.

The same two men came over and picked up the boy, and took him away. I stood still, not willing to move a muscle. "You may go to your room. You're done for today. We will practice tomorrow. Goodnight."