Assassin (One Direction story)

Chapter 1

*BEEP... BEEP... BEEP...*

I threw my arm out to shut my alarm up. It was 4am. “UGH!” I moaned into my pillow. I heard my door open and I looked over to see Greg. He’s my trainer, he is the only reason i’m up this early. Greg was 21 years old but he was not that bad looking, but he was like a brother to me. He had light brown shaggy hair with dark blue eyes, he was wearing a plain gray sweatshirt and black sweatpants.

“Good morning Av! Get up we’re leaving in 10.” Greg said with a grin.

“Fine!” I rolled out lazily out of bed. I threw on some yoga pants, my gray ‘ARMY’ sweatshirt and Nike shoes. I put my long wavy dark brown hair into a pony tail and ran downstairs. Greg was sitting there with a smoothie.

“Here drink up you’re gonna need it. Today’s a big day.” He said sliding the smoothie over to me.

“What do they have planned? Why today it’s a saturday?” I asked like I do everyday.

“Four miles, boxing and combat, weight lifting, long distance, moving targets, archery, and a couple rounds of knives.” He replied with a tone that screamed he was just as unhappy with it all as I was.” And we have to do this for the next four days.”

“Really, Why? Do I have a case?” I asked getting extremely excited. I love getting new assignments. I know it involves killing people but the thought of being able to take out a person and the thought of the adrenaline rushing through my veins just excites me!

“No not a case but a meeting with a possible test of all of your skills. They want  you to be the best you can be. Mr. Johnston wants everything perfect it will show your growth and what you can do they will decided what to do with you after that, that is all I know for right now.” Greg said bringing down my excitement level by at least half.

“Ok lets go then I guess.”

I was dripping in sweat when we finished the 5 hour training session. I was out of breath and on my 6th glass of water.

“Good job kid-o! That was a lot of work but why did you do another 2 miles at the end?” He asked between breaths, exhaustion clearly spread across his face.

“Sorry just didn’t feel like I got rid of it all, I still had it in me to keep going.” I replied simply. I truly did feel bad making him do extra work. “Well i’m going to take a shower then go get something to eat. Do you want to come with?”

“Eh.. Sure. Meet you back down in 30?”

“Yup.” I said while skipping down the hallway to my room.

I closed the bathroom door and started the shower. I quickly tore off all my clothes throwing them in a heap on the floor, turned my music on and hopped in the shower. As       ‘My songs know what you did in the dark’ played and the steaming  hot water poured over me I felt the layers of sweat getting peeled off.

After 2 songs passed I got out wrapped my towel around me and walked back to my room. Since it was January I decided on my favorite black ripped skinny jeans, my new gray UFC sweatshirt and my black high tops. I dried my long brown hair and ran down stairs, I never wear makeup so I didn’t need to worry about it.

I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen sitting with Greg was my older brother Ashton. He was 5 inches taller standing at 6 foot 3 inches. Ashton had shaggy dark brown hair, and like me he had electric blue eyes. They were whispering about something but I didn’t care enough to listen. “Hey guys! Greg you ready to go?”

“Uh Av can I come with?” Ashton asked.

“Of course. What kind of sister would I be if I didn’t let my favorite brother come get FOOD with us?” I asked with a whole lot of emphasis on food. “Let’s go i’m STARVING!”

We hopped in my black camaro and started driving down the road. “Can we go to Caribou first I want a coffee?”

“Sure let’s go.”