Assassin Reborn (Book 2)

Bring It On, Asshole.

"Fuck you, fuck you very, very much," - Lily Allen

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I smirked as I watched the man in front of me loose every ounce of patience he had left.

"I am going to ask you one more time, little girl. Where are your parents?" He shook in anger as he spoke.

In all honesty, I don't know where either if my parents are. But watching this man get so angry was really making my shitty day way better.

"Did you just call me 'Little Girl'?" I asked bitterly.

"YES!" He roared, "Because that is what you are. A stupid little girl that can't seem to answer one little stupid question!"

"Well," I said smugly, "If the question is so little and stupid then I guess it isn't as important to you as I thought is was,"

My interrogator then started to pull at his hair angrily.

"Careful. Keep pulling and you actually might rip off your scalp." I hummed for a moment, feigning thoughts before speaking again, "Actually in that case; Keep pulling!" I laughed.

"You know what?" He said, "I'm done. If you don't want to do this the easy way, then we'll do it the hard way!"

I laughed and started him dead in the eyes, "Bring it on, asshole,"

I scowled heavily at him before I started to hum 'Boss Ass Bitch' by Nicki Minaj.

He then hooked me up to wires and lowered the chair that I was on.

"What are you doing?" I asked with confidence, refusing to show him how worried I was.

"Curious are we? Just remember that curiosity killed the cat," he hissed back.

"Good thing I don't have four legs and a tail then," I sassed back.

He sighed in frustration and walked over to - What looked like - a power switch that was currently switched down, indicating that it was off.

He smirked and grabbed the handle, aggressively yanking upwards.

It took a moment, but then I really felt it.

He was shocking me with electricity.

The shock was so powerful that my chest lifted off of the table, and if it weren't for the all of the restraints, I would've been up and out of that chair in a millisecond.

He turned it off.

I heavily slammed my chest back down onto the stainless steel bed and huffed out a deep breath.

"Are you ready to talk now?" He asked with a smile.

"I-I don't know. I d-don't know where my p-parents are. My father
th-threatened my mother, and now I c-can't find h-her and m-my brother  and I w-were h-hiding from my
d-dad," I rushed out.

I was stuttering because the shock took a huge toll on me, temporarily damaging my speech.

My tormentor then looked out of a window and gave the people sitting behind computers a questioning look.

They nodded.

The man sighed and looked at me, "Are you sure that's all you know?"

"Yes. That's all I know about my father at the moment," I said, honestly.

The man slammed his hand down angrily on the table that he was next to, making me wince slightly.

"Are you gonna un-strap me now, sir?" I asked weakly.

The man didn't reply, he only said, "My name is Nick," as he walked out and turned off the lights, leaving me in complete darkness.

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My eyes opened slightly as I heard creaking.

"Hello?" I asked into the darkness.

This was like a cheap horror film, but in this case I definitely wasn't the stupid girl who gets herself killed, because I'm still strapped to a freakin' steel bed.

"Ray?" A female voice asked.

"Bri? Is that you?" I said hopefully.

"No. It's Hanna,"

There was a long period of silence before my
Maybe-Maybe-Not-Rescuer spoke again.

"Ray? Are you still there?"

"Y-yeah, I'm here. The light switch should be on your left hand side."

A few seconds after I spoke those words, I was blinded by bright lights that filled the room.

"Why are you here?" I asked, trying not to sound rude.

She walked over to me and started to un-strap my quickly.

"To save your ass, duh," she laughed, but I could see the nervousness in her eyes.

"Hanna." I said hesitantly, "What's going on?"

Her hands started to shake.

As soon as she was finished
un-strapping me, I swung my legs over the bed and looked at her.

"What's happening, Hanna?"

She grabbed my hand and yanked me off of the bed, "Let's go," she ordered.

"No," I said strongly, "What the fuck is going on, Hanna?"

"Your mother wanted me to retrieve you, okay? And she thought that if I told you that, you wouldn't want to come,"

"Why are you in contact with my mom?" I asked harshly.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Well you know. Maybe your mom thought that it would be best if she reached out to me first,"

"Why the hell would she think that?" I said rudely.

She heaved a sigh before pushing her hair back, she then put her hands on her hips and stared at me deeply.

"What?" I asked, aggravated.

"I honestly don't even know how to tell you something like this," she said.

I rolled my eyes at her over dramatics, "How about, you just think of the words and let them flow out of your mouth?"

"It's not that simple, Ray," she said, we voice quaking uncontrollably.

"Then make it that goddamned simple. I don't have time for this, Hanna! Either you're going to help me get out of here, or leave me be," I yelled sharply.

"You have to promise me that you won't call bullshit on this because I swear it's not! And I also sorta wish that it wasn't true," she said nervously.

"What is it Hanna!" I yelled.

She sighed, "Ray, I'm your sister."

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a/n: Heyy, did you like this chappy?

I know there was a plot twist and a cliffhanger at the end there. Your welcome. lol.

Anyways, everything is well in your lives! And remember that if you have any questions (literally anything) I won't refrain from answering them!!

With lots of typed words,

@Pre-Pre