Kinder

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It's not necessary to read this part, but it might help if you do. It describes two main characters.

She takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. She then stands up from her desk and walks to the front of her class. Her hair is blond hair with golden highlights. The length is a little past her shoulders. She would grow it longer, but it won't do so. Her eyes (for the most part) are hazel. Her skin is pale, her lashes long. She smiles shyly at her classmates.

The day is the 23 of October, 2026 to be exact. The students of her class are supposed to read their short stories today. The stories are suppose to be about the future, their own to be exact. It could be fantasy, fiction, or anything in between if they chose. She looks at her classmates and knows what they are expecting, but like others, they're wrong. Others would lose their lives because of this, sadly that was not the case.

"My short story is called Crimson Rose." She takes a breath before she begins weaving her spell of words, then begins to read.

The story Crimson Rose

I stand in the kitchen of my latest target, Mary Stingson, she's aligned herself with some bad people. She was a supposed mad scientist of sorts, using human test subjects and not by their choice. She would alter their DNA, most if not all can't survive that. It's snowing outside which could be why she was baking cookies. Now she lies on the floor with a crimson rose blooming from the bullet lodged in her head. I don't know when it was I stopped thinking of my targets as people. I think it just helps so I won't hesitate when it comes to killing them. I reach out and take a cookie from the pan, careful not to step in blood.

Walking out of the house I hear the fallen snow crunch under my sneakers. I finish my cookie as I reach the car where Shadow waits in the driver's seat. Its the newest model in heart-tech. It's believed that the technology in these cars are from the future. Not even the government can get their hands on it. It's designed and used by only a few families.

Mine being one of them and so is his. It's mainly used to make our jobs easier and make us even less track-able. Our jobs are to eliminate the enemy assigned for us to kill. We're assigned jobs based on our skill set, so basically we're assigned according to our skills. Its best to not to go into detail. so back to the car. This car can change color, model, has hidden weapons and compartments built in to it, tracking devices, and high tech computers that allow us access to government files. It has just about everything we need. I would have missed it sitting in the snow if i hadn't known where it was.

"You finished?" I nod my answer he knows I don't talk much after a job, or during one such as the case is tonight. It takes a moment before my emotions turn back on. I've learned to switch them off as easily as it is to breath and just as quick. Turning them back on, however is a different story. It usually only takes a few minutes but other times it would be right before I leave for school. I go to high school, I'm a senior this year. I've been a killer for a few years now. All my classmates see me as an innocent and naive girl. I keep the act up so as not to arouse suspicion, which could be a problem if I did.

A lot of the others I work with think I enjoy killing. They're not wrong neither are they exactly right. That's how things are, you either adapt or you die.

"so were there any problems?" Shadow makes another attempt at conversation I'm guessing. He's maybe a year older, Dark brown eyes, black hair, and tan skin. I met him when I first started, he was in a way my mentor. Now we work as partners. This job was specifically for me to do. He tagged along to play getaway driver. If he didn't tag along I would have had to meet him at the next job, so l'm grateful.

"No, it was quick with no witnesses. Her kids are spending the night at her sisters, her husbands at the bar with friends like every Friday of their boring lives." I answer keeping my gaze on the road. He knows I tend to lose emotion during this period of time. The more I shut my emotions off the harder it is to turn them back on. I hear him sigh, he seems relaxed, but I don't think he ever is. Its believed my genes were altered to not feel emotion, to have my ability, but who knows.

"I'm sure if there was you'd have killed them too. You know most can't do our job. The only reason we do is because it is what our family's do. In my family we all know what we're going to do when we grow up' its not a choice. How about your family Mouse?" He asks. why dose he always try to get to know me? He asks too many questions.

"The way my family is if you show skill or potential, then your chosen to do so. If you show no skill there's no reason to try to make them, but they could chose to do so if they like" I was chosen because my emotions can basically be switched off.

"we're almost to the next target. We're both going in there's three to four men in there to take down before we can reach the target. Do you want the target or his guards, and remember no witnesses." I think he enjoys killing. I know before this night's through I will see an arrangement of crimson roses.

"I'll take the target." I can tell he smiled at this. He really does enjoy killing doesn't he, but I don't feel anything.

"Did you finish all your homework? Its important to do so." He asked and I finally glance at him.

"When We're done I have to write a short story for English. I think its supposed to be about how we see our future" his smiles widens.

"I bet I know what you'll be doing in your future."

The End

She looks at her classmates once again seeing the different emotions. She can't help but think I know it was last minute so I just wrote what I did last night not really predicting the future. I don't think anybody noticed though.

"You can take a seat now" her teacher says and she does. Not one realized the truth, its sad how this world is isn't it. You never really know anyone, that is until its too late. They are unsuspecting, just like my targets.

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