Run. Gunshots echoed through the freezing cold, December night whilst I was trying to blend in with the darkness of the shadows manifested at midnight. My heels clicked against the Tarmac ground violently as I sprinted through the dimly lit alleyways littered with broken glass and discarded cigarette butts. My bag swung and bounced upon my shoulder as I quickened my pace. My head throbbed intensely while I ran, feeling the blood sore through my brain. Pump pump. Blood journeys it way down my brow as I wipe it away to avoid it seep its way into my eye.
"Oh they will pay for this." I curse to myself whilst encouraging my brain to send signals to my legs to order them to run. My chest tightened as I panted heavily, the air nipping me from its Arctic like chill.
Life was going swimmingly before that incident a few weeks back that threw me way off my routine and sense of order.
Let me introduce myself, I'm Ilya Vendetta, a single (get to that later), 22 year old female that recently changed career paths. Something about being a successful lawyer's receptionist that he sexually harassed daily didn't take my fancy so I left the light of daytime rush hour to the deep, darkness of midnight assassinations.
You see, life needs to be taken by the metaphorical horns and so I found a training facility that 'educates' individuals on how to become world class assassins which I proudly am.
The rules of my job are simple. There are none. Yes I have to follow certain protocols etc but The Boss doesn't care what I do to the sick individuals as the only reason they are avenged is because it is payment for the crimes they have done. That's what earned me my street name "Karma". That name is graffitied and plastered on walls around the city, many worshiping me as they believe I'm some macho, muscular sociopathic man that drives a black SUV wearing a full black suit, tinted glass, bald with a floor length black coat that I fling open in the eyes of my victim displaying an array of guns, bullets and knives fastened to the lining of said coat. I chuckle at the thought. I'm sure my little groupies would be greatly let down if they knew I was just a woman with long brunette hair that curls at the end with an hourglass, Marilyn like figure (oh how I thank my figure) with bright blue eyes that stand out against my tan skin-tone. They would also be slightly disappointed that I don't necessarily drive a vehicle as such as I'm a fast runner and scaler (able to run along/climb buildings quickly) or The Boss sends them out to me which is cool.
I usually have a cool, calm way about myself until that kid and that incident last week...
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RandomWhat if there was a part of you you didn't know existed and what if it took a little bit of fire to make you realise your potential? Meet Ilya Vendetta or as the streets have labelled here "Karma". Running has been a huge part of her life until on...
