I Cross My Heart and Hope You'll Die

I swung my arm hard across his head and watched his eyes roll back into his eyelids, falling with a loud thump on the ground. He lay unconcious before me, wasting my time. He was just another target and he wasn't even worth while at that. I had stormed in here, recognized my target, hit him once, now he is in a deep slumber and who knows when he'll make any sign of conciousness.

He was a human being and probably has relations to other people who care about him, but to me he was a target. Someone who did something wrong and against all laws, and all I needed to do was kill him. His stringy hair, and thick frames around his eyes made him look like a nerd. He should've been an extremely successful scientist, not a criminal that made bombs and sold them to other criminals. 

I scoffed slightly, deciding to finish him off. With my new heels, I shoved it into his head, cracking his skull and killing him with all my anger that had swelled up in me, no gun necessary. I wish criminals would just fall off the face of the Earth, but of course they can't. That' s where my friends and I come in. We're assassins and we kill people for a living. We're trained to be heartless unless it's among other assassins, but we're not heartless and cold enough to go around killing innoccent people. No, we work for an agency that pays us to kill criminals, and we do. We do it with no regret. 

I just made all assassins sound like we are robots or machines, but that is not the case. We love to hang out with each other and have a good time. Especially when it's so rare to have free time, we enjoy our lives to the fullest. I know cliche, but when you're not always sitting at home on the computer, or whatever normal people do at home, you tend to literally enjoy life to the fullest. Right now I would go reminescing through memory lane of all my good times, but I'm angry. I was just at my friend's and my birthday party that we were celebrating at the club. We both have the same birthdays and were turning eighteen and all of a sudden I have a job to do. That nerd deserved to die, on my behalf as well.

I shoved the door open and stormed out to my bike that was waiting for me. I was about to get on when I started vibrating. My hand automatically went to my back pocket and pulled out my phone. It read one new message. It was from my boss at the agency, stating I had a new job that he had to talk to me about privately. Usually, he just came up to you where ever you were and told you about your new job, but a private meeting always meant a bad situation.

I jumped onto my bike and pulled on my helmet. Even with a skirt on, I expertly rode the vehicle without any concern. I was swerving and over taking a bunch of cars to get to the agency as fast as possible. I didn't have to worry about police pulling me over because all I had to do was show them the agency's card. I still can't believe I'm able to do this.

If I was still living with my parents, I would no doubt have a fast car, but never a bike like mine. I would never be able to wear my clothes, instead, I'd have to curl my hair all nice and wear frilly frocks. I missed my parents but I chose to take this path and live with it. All of this started five years ago, after my family and I had come home from vacation, and I had become the champ between the underground fighters at only age thirteen.

"Mom, something is wrong with our house." I said. There was an eerie feeling in it, and I rushed out of my father's new benz. I came to the back door of our mansion and saw the glass shattered. Someone had come into our home, and I was sure of it. " Come here, look at this!" I exclaimed. I was a bit intrigued that this had happened to us, because we had high tech security, so whoever that did this, knew his or her way around the system. I stepped into the house to see the whole place messed up and out of order. The sofa was upside down, the tv was smashed and it was obvious that someone stayed her hence the dirty dishes and extra trash.

"Oh no! Why did this happen to us? What did we ever do to anyone?" My mom hoplessly sobbed on my dad's shoulder. It was clear that he was trying to figure out how all of this happened. He must of reached the same conclusions as I did because that's the only way this could have taken place. My dad swiftly nodded to himself and ordered my mom and my little sister out of the house.