Born To Die Part One - The Case Chase

Kristoffer

I guess I should tell you about Kristoffer. Oh my, how do I begin? Kristoffer Piercebridge, a young man who works for the AMI. He's a top assassin, but an awful man. My, a very awful man. He is a two-faced, ambiguous, selfish, dauntless, audacious man. He had left his friends and family behind for a quick buck. Scummy, but he had regrets.

I feel as if I should tell you how he looks. He has dark brown skin, green eyes and a messy mop of straight black hair. He sits at a table in a small room, tapping his nails against the table. He is rather nervous for the prospect of what was going to happen. The door bursts open. His boss, Sam Strangelove, stands in the doorway. Her waist length silver hair was messed around and tousled, and her green eye had a glint of anger flickering like a flame. He can hear her whispering under her breath something rather rude about her husband.

'So, Piercebridge,' She snaps back into her general kind persona, a soft grin teasing the corners of her mouth, 'How have you done on the last case? I presume it went well. Sutharastan can't have been to hard to catch.'

Kristoffer swallowed the lump in his throat, knowing he had destroyed a family by killing a loved daughter, 'It did go well, Ms. Strangelove. I feel as if I am ready for the next case.'

'Wonderful!' Strangelove trills, grabbing something from her large handbag. Kristoffer cranes his neck to see what she was fishing for. She produces a pair of glasses and a folder of cases. She rifles through the pages. She then pulls two pieces of crinkled paper from a section labelled, "Difficult Cases". Strangelove then places them on his side of the desk, her long red nails scraping across the table.

'Since you're such a good assassin, I made the decision to give you two difficult cases,' She says as he squints at the cases. His stomach lurches as he sees the names scribbled in red ink at the tops: Ashton Rockwell and Alexis Florakis. His stomach falls further as he sees the pictures. One is of a young man with fiery ginger hair and a mad glint in his green eyes: the other of a dark haired woman, her amber eyes with a glint of fear. Half of her face was turning into a different person, someone he didn't know.

'Ready to take up the cases?' Strangelove asks, an eyebrow raised.

'Y-yes Ms. Strangelove,' He splutters, unsure of what to say.

'Good! You have 6 months at maximum to bring them back here,' She says, standing to leave. She gives him a fond yet cold smile, 'I wish you luck, this is a hard case.'

She shuts the door behind her. Kristoffer's breath shakes, a tear pooling in his eye. He wipes it away and leaves too.