“I’ll see you in hell, Treesef.” I hissed whilst slicing Richard Treesef’s throat. He’d been conning money out of one of our, let’s say, ‘favored’ costumers, for the past year, and when the police did nothing about the cockroach, he hired us to get him off of his hands. I wiped my hands and blade on my hoodie, yawned, and swayed towards the door. I took a minute to let my eyes adjust to the sunlight, and set off back to the penthouse. Treesef had led me to a quiet bungalow with an alleyway running next to it. It was the perfect escape route. I figured out that I was around ten minutes away. I walked back slowly, dragging my blade on the walls next to me. It was nice to just, well, to just, think. Just thinking to yourself; no people, no talking, just you and the world. I thought about where I was with my life. I thought about how I was happy. But, I didn’t feel completely happy.
I walked sluggishly up to the front door, pulling out the beautifully crafted key from my jean pocket. The penthouse was in a secluded area of a deep forest (right at the very end), which was situated on a cliff. It was a large, modern building, painted white, was two stories high, and overlooked the town that sat underneath the cliff. The door swung open. I kicked off my shoes, and placed them next to Dex’s. I noticed a new pair of Converses on the rack, but I just expected them to be one of Toby’s new pairs – he was always breaking the soles jumping from one building to another. I walked into the kitchen, stuffed my hoodie into the washing machine, and grabbed an apple from the counter. I trudged into the front room. I stopped dead in my tracks. My jaw dropped. A girl was perched on the very edge of the recliner, staring intensely at her nails. She had long, wavy brunette hair which she had tucked behind her ear, showing off her flawless facial features. Her eyes were like emeralds, her lips were plump and pink, her nose angled perfectly. She was slim, and from what I could gather, rather tall. Dex coughed, and I snapped out of my trance. I closed my mouth quickly, and darted my eyes away from her.
“Xavier, how was the job?” Dex asked, not taking his eyes off of the TV screen. I silently questioned how he could be so calm with a strange girl in our penthouse, but then figured that he would tell me about it later.
“The job went well,” I said passively. “One quick, clean slice and it was done. He didn’t even put up a proper fight.” I flopped down onto the sofa, staring expectantly at Dex. He kept glancing every now and then at me.
“Xavier, take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Dex said, obviously slightly irritated at my constant accusing stare. His eyes scanned the room, and then landed on the girl. He mouthed ‘oh’ and stood up. The girl – who had obviously noticed the strange silence – turned around to look at us as if we had gone crazy.
“Xavier, I would like you meet Zoey.” Dex said proudly. “She’ll be working with us from now on.” Zoey smiled and held her hand out to me.
“Bonjour, Mr Xavier” She purred teasingly. I smirked and took her hand, gently placing my lips on her soft skin.
“Bonjour, Madame.” I replied, standing up straighter. Zoey giggled.
“I think you mean Mademoiselle.” She said, batting her eyelashes playfully. I closed my eyes, and mentally slapped myself. Congratulations Xavier! You’ve just made yourself look like an idiot in front of the new girl! I opened my eyes again, trying to keep my smirk look natural. Dex coughed. I was suddenly conscious that I was still holding her hand. I let it fall out of my grip.
“I’m gonna go get changed,” I announced, glancing at Dex. I walked out of the room, keeping my eyes on Zoey. I looked down as I ran up the stairs, and chuckled. It looks like the assassin life is going to get more interesting.
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When Memory Dies
Mystery / Thriller"They'd turned me into an assassin." aren't the words Xavier Bailey expected to tell anyone. But now he has to tell his story, all because of one job gone wrong.
