The unwanted Assassin

Chapter One: Part One

Leaning up against the cold tile of the shower I watch as the once clear water turns a deep shade of pink as it makes its way down my body, and into the drain. I slowly inhale, and exhale. I feel as if my body begins to relax. I continue to breathe as I remember the events of last night.

- Flashback -

Leaning against the wall in the back of the room. I watch from the shadows as Graham once again fails to get the information we need. I sigh, and continue to twirl the knife in my hand as I wait for my turn.

Graham pulls his fist back, and punches the spy - also known as Carl - in his already bruised face. "Are you ready to talk yet?" Graham asks. Carl leans forward, and spits out blood, Graham shuffles to the side to avoid getting it on him.

As Carl leans back he gives Graham a crooked smile. "There is nothing you can do that will make me give it up" His voice hoarse as he speaks "Do. Your. Worst" He makes sure to punctuate each word as blood begins flowing from his nose.

A smirk fills Graham's face as he leans in closer. "Oh, trust me this is my worst" He continues smirking as he begins stepping back "But trust me when I tell you, you don't want to know what her worst is" he finishes as he points his finger towards me.

I watch Carl's face contort into confusion as I push off the wall, and begin to walk towards him as I still twirl my knife. Carl flicks his gaze over to me. He looks me up, and down. His brows pinch together when he reaches my face, as he is not able to get a good look because of the hood I have on.

Carl pulls his head back, and laughs "ha, you think" he begins as he looks back over to Graham "that a little girl can get the information out of me" he continues to laugh.

Graham, now leaning against the wall, waits for him to stop laughing before he finally says "You didn't get a look under the hood did you?" He asks as he looks over to me. I smirk at him, then look back at Carl as his face is once again contorted in confusion as he flicks his eyes between us.

Finally his eyes stay glued to me. I reach my empty hand up, and flick my hood off. His eyes widen, and recognition crosses his face. "No,no,no, please" He starts as I take steps towards him, the sound of my boots hitting the concrete floor echoes through the empty warehouse.

When I am finally in front of him he is still pleading as he pulls against the bindings that are wrapped around his arms, and legs. "Please don't" he pleads. I lean forward, my face mere inches from his. "My turn" I speak as I drive my knife into his leg.

- End of Flashback - 

Reaching forward I grab my soap, and begin to scrub my body clean.

Finally when my body is clean, the water is once again clear. I turn off the shower, pull back the curtain, wrap myself in a towel, and step out. I look over to the fogged up mirror, and wipe my hand across it.

I lean my hands on the counter, and examine my reflection. I look at the raised white scars that line my arms, and hands. I move my eyes up, and look at the ones scattered over my shoulders, and chest. Slowly I close my eyes, and take a deep breath in. I let it out slowly as I open my eyes, and meet my light blue eyes in the mirror.

I follow the biggest scar as it starts from the middle of my forehead, and works its way down my right brow, all the way to the middle of my cheek. I silently thank whoever is listening that it didn't ruin my eyesight. I move onto the smaller one that's slashed down my lips. Finally I move to the last one over my left brow in the shape of a crescent. It may not be the biggest one, but it's associated with the worst memory.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the ringing of my phone. With one last look in the mirror I step out of the bathroom, and walk across the room where I placed my phone. I flip it over, and smile at the photo of Graham that pops up. Picking it up, I answer it, and place it on my ear.

"Hey, old man," I say. My voice portraying my joy. I hear a sigh come from the other side of the phone. My smile quickly drops as I ask "What, what is it" my voice filled with concern. I make my way over to my bed, and sit down as I wait for Graham to reply. "Graham" I start "I am not getting any younger here" I finish.

"Liston, kid" Graham finally says "I know there is usually a couple days between missions, but the boss wants you here in the next hour". I inwardly curse my boss out. I sit on my bed, and think about what he may want. "Kid, are you still there?" I hear from my phone.

"Huh, oh ya, ya" I say as I scrub a hand over my face, and sigh. "Do you know why he wants to see me?" I ask hoping to get some sort of information out of him. My phone stays quiet, which can't mean anything good.

"Ya I do" he finally speaks after what felt like minutes. Before I am able to ask what it is Graham begins again. "But, I think it's best if you heard it in person instead of over the phone" he says slowly as if he was trying not to spook me.

"Great" I say, gritting my teeth "I'll be there in an hour, bye old man" I finish making sure to hide my concern.

"Bye, kid" Graham says before hanging up the phone. I place my phone down, and cover my head with my hands. I let out a frustrated scream, and stand up.