Two hearts behind the Gun

Chapter 1

Its was around 11pm. I was quickly packing some of my things inside a sack. my daggers, pocket knives, some of my clothes, which to be fair were basically rags, and looked around for anything else that i may have forgotten.

My eyes landed on on a glinting piece of metal. I picked it up with careful hands. It was my favourite knife. It had special engravings in it and a cover so i wouldn't cut my self accidentally. I slipped it into my boy shorts.

Then i stuffed my sack behind my pillow and laid down on the saggy mattress until it was midnight.

I revised the plan i had. at exactly 12am, when most of the guards would leave and go to their bunks and most of the cameras would turn off, i'll sneak out of my cell and make a run for it. Then i'll finally be free from this death place.

why? because in the next week, we are going to have a test to become an assassin and there is absolutely no way i am going to become an assassin and work under the English mafia. in fact, there is no way i am going to work under any mafia.

I refuse to be used as some killing machine and spend the rest of eternity in this hell hole. I spent almost my entire life receiving endless beatings, ruthless training, violent missions to eliminate random people and both emotional and physical abuse.

At that thought, i winced and shuffled on the thin and uncomfortable mattress when the humongous bruise on my ribs started throbbing.

I looked at the clock and close my eyes. I had another half hour until my departure. May as well TRY and get some rest.

My heart suddenly became heavy when i thought of Ariana. She was my best friend. She was born here while i was kidnapped. She would always comfort me or take the blame for anything wrong i did which made me always feel really guilty. I would do the same.

She was taken away recently. We were training on the mats when all of a sudden, giant guards barged in and wrestled her away. I cried and screamed and tried to fight them away but they obviously were stronger. Now, its been 3 weeks. She hasn't returned and i miss her more than ever.

I sighed and my head slowly drifted to another image. It was...me. Child me specifically. and in front of me were 6 tall silhouettes. They seemed to be all at least 3/4 years older than me. maybe more.

They looked down at me and suddenly started ruffling my hair and seemed like they were teasing me. Child me laughed and giggled. It seemed like i was having fun... until my vision in the dream was covered by two large hands. Or maybe a blindfold. Then, it was just darkness

I sighed again. I've been having that same dream for as long as i could remember and it always started and ended the same. I don't know what it was telling me but it kinda seemed like it was taunting me ngl.

My eyes flew open and glance at the clock. 11:55. It was time to go

I picked up my sack and slipped my feet into my ratty shoes. I checked to make sure i didn't leave anything worth taking and slowly reached under my mattress

I pulled out a silver key. It was my cell's key. I stole it this morning from the morning guard when he was probably hungover or still drunk idrk.

I reached around the bars and inserted the key in. I turned it and winced when it clicked loudly. I pushed the door open and winced harder when the rusty old thing creaked louder.

I quickly but quietly ran all the way to the back exit, sticking to the walls and avoiding the places were there might still be guards or cameras.

I reached the door the door and got out the second key which i also stole from a distracted guard. I rolled my eyes at the memory. Its embarrassing for Armstrong (The English mafia don and the head of this assassin training whatnot) to have such idiotic people working for him.

i pushed open the unlocked door and looked around before making a run for it. I ran all across to the isolated part of the court yard and jumped the tall fence. It wasn't easy at all and i landed awkwardly on my foreleg.

When i tried to get up, i winced and almost yelped at the pain, but bit my lip and continued sprinting. Honestly i don't even know where i was going. I was probably running for at least 2 hours before i reached some city. i slowed down.

There's probably a really low chance they'll find me now but i wouldn't put anything against Armstrong and his goons, as idiotic as some of them are.

I was dragging myself through the road when i heard a scream and a loud screech. Maybe it was a car. I don't know because the next thing i know, i felt a sharp pain on my side and then darkness concealed me.

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Authors Note

Hiii :)

First chapter and idk how i fell abt it.

I hope its good 😭🤞🏻

So whats gonna happen next for Anastasia?? Any guesses?

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