A book featuring multiple characters from multiple fandoms.
A/N: My last book was taken down so this is technically a continuation of it. I will be adding some part twos from my last book with descriptions of what happened in the first part. I will...
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Y/N's POV
" Alright. That's 500,000 wired to my account. Yeah, don't worry. I'll take them out. Alright, bye." I said as I hung up the payphone. I sighed and walked out of the phone booth. A bunch of people tried cramming inside of it. My name is Y/N. No clue what my last name is and I don't really care enough to find out. I'm eighteen years old and I work as an assassin for hire. I primarily operate out of Los Angeles California since that's where I was trained. I have lived here all of my life knowing nothing about my past. Frankly I don't care. I was taught not to form attachment and to kill without emotion. That's why I killed my teacher. Anyways, with all of the recent drug activity between the gangs in the city my skills have been called on a lot. I've taken out people involved in different gangs, cops, and even civilians. I don't care who I have to kill as long as the money is good. My newest contract is to take out a well known drug lord. He has a penthouse somewhere in the city. Shouldn't be hard to track it down.
That night I took my gear and made my way to the roof of a building adjacent to the penthouse. As I lined up my sniper I could see the drug lord getting it on with his girlfriend or maybe it was a prostitute. They didn't pay me enough to care. As I lined up my sniper, a group of men came bursting into the room. I could see from their clothes that they were apart of King Willie's gang. They restrained the man and tied him by his ankles from the ceiling. " Ain't no one stealing my kill." I said to myself. I lined up the sniper and was about to pull the trigger when I felt a presence behind me. I quickly turned around and pointed my sniper but saw no one. " What the fuck?" I said as I looked around. I've been trained to sense people when I'm on the job and I swore I sensed something. But I didn't see anyone. I then felt something go past me quick. I turned back towards the building but saw now signs of gunshots. " Must've been the wind." I said. When I re-aimed my sniper I saw that that the men had already stabbed my target. " Shit.....guess I could take credit." I said. As I began packing my things I heard gunshots and took cover. When I peeked my head up, I saw that the men who killed my target were firing in all directions at something.
I aimed my sniper to try to see what they were firing at but saw nothing. Each of them were killed one by one. Some i'm guessing were stabbed while the others were blown up in a huge flash of light. Soon enough it went silent. As to not be caught by whatever killed them, I quickly grabbed my stuff and ran. But as I was running, I felt that presence again. I turned around but once again saw nothing. I felt something go past me again but saw nothing still. " Dammit. Pull yourself together Y/N." I said. I then descended the building. The next morning I called my contact back. " Hello? Yeah, the job is done. But there was something else. Did you ask anyone else to carry out the kill? Well there was someone else there asshole! I don't appreciate being set up!" I then slammed the payphone to hang it up and then kicked the side of the booth hard. Over the next few weeks, all of my jobs have been interrupted by the same person. Someone always shows up but I can never see them. I can only sense them. Seems like the feds and drug lords have had encounters with them too. I've also felt like I've being watched. I always feel eyes on me. Currently I was doing another job to take down another drug lord. I had no time to think about the mysterious killer. I jumped down from the ceiling and made my way to where my target was.
