We Were Best Friends....

My 'Special' Job

We Were Best Friends….

Chapter Two

“My ‘Special’ Job”

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                My katana hung at my hip as I observed my surroundings. Nobody noticed it, well not many at least, even though it was quite different. Swords were common in many worlds nowadays, so I was able to carry my prized, custom made, katana with ease. The blade was sharper than most would have it, but my boss insisted that it be sharpened after every mission, if I used it, that is.

                I was gifted the sword by my fellow teem-mates just three short years ago. Taking my favorite colors, they had painted the handle with the image of a red dragon with a gold outline. For the sword’s sheath, they had painted a series of flame-like, blue images running down to the tip, just like a dragon breathing fire.

                I was standing in a plaza full of people, but I was only looking for one, a man that goes by the name of Jason Parker. The picture I had of him that was hidden in my shirt pocket, unable to be seen. He had those soft-like eyes in the picture, but they were red and not the kind of red when the camera malfunctions. I’m talking about a real red. Auburn hair went from his scalp down to his ears, just enough to hid his eyes whenever he wants. His nose was small and picture perfect. But, his face had that soothing kind of shape, one you’d see as a baby-like face.

                He was a rapist.

                I spotted the man on the other side of the plaza and started walking toward him. Maybe it was the fact he was human that I didn’t want to do what I was about to. But, my job was my job and I couldn’t change the fact that I had to. I also couldn’t change the fact he had raped and killed many young girls, school girls even.

                I wore cloths like a school girl, even though I was twenty-one. It made me look younger, I guess. A short, blue skirt that went down mid-thigh and a white blouse with a nice shirt pocket and a little pin stuck on it. Not my first choice, but it was kind of a uniform for the missions I was given at work. I was going to have a long talk with the boss about this.

                The man smiled once I reached him. “Hello there, and what can I do for you?” Actually, the smile was more of a smirk, with a hint of evilness in his eye. I looked for these things in every person that was said to be a rapist.

                “Are you Jason?” I asked in a high-pitched tone that sounded like any school girl. “I was sent by one of my friends to come find you.”

                His smirk got even wider and I shivered. “Do you want to go somewhere else to talk?” Damn I was glad I hid my sword before I started walking up to this guy.

                I fake giggled a bit before saying, “Sure,” and was led down some stairs to an abandoned subway station. Well, you can guess what he was trying to do, since he was a rapist. So, my foot hit him where the sun doesn’t shine and I pulled my katana from my back and took it out of its sheath. “Sorry, but I don’t think you’ll live long enough to ever do that again.”

                “What!?” he cried. “But you’re just a girl!”

                I ran at him, but jumped and did a flip before getting back to my feet and turning. I grabbed his shoulder and got my weapon right up to his neck. “Wrong. I’m no school girl.” And, right there, I slit his throat, his lifeless body falling to the ground. Good thing there wasn’t much blood.