The Killer

Chapter 2

'Don't underestimate what a person can do' ~anonymous

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now onto the story...

Chapter 2

"Paris, where the hell are you? I called Alejandro to ask how you were doing and he told me you head out to god knows where", Luis said angrily.

"All of you need to chill, I swear, y'all treat me like a kid, I'm nineteen for fucks sake", I seethe out.

Luis sighed, "I'm sorry, it's that you're like the baby in the whole team, especially the youngest". "I can take care of myself, how many times do I have to say that", I said.

"You know I'll always worry about you, you're my only family now, exception of the team", he said sadly.

I closed my eyes and calm myself down, knowing my anger tends to get out of control sometimes. "I'm sorry, but you know I'm also responsible with my actions", I said. "I know, now where the hell are you?", he asked.

"I'm just walking around, I need to relieve some stress", I said. "Okay, be careful, Paris", he said. "I will, stay safe there", I said.

"I will", he said and I hung up the phone after.

I tuck it inside the pocket of my leather jacket and continued walking around. I didn't notice my surroundings until I saw the abandon houses, and that's when I know.

I groaned in the inside knowing damn well where I was.

The most dangerous side of Paris, France. Shit.

I let my hair down from my braid. I can't be seen here.

"Let me go"

I ran to the side of an abandon building and hid. I saw two guys holding a boy that looks about eight years old. The boy was blindfolded and his arms were tied together. And by the sound of his voice, he is not from here.

"Shut up", one of the guys gritted out.

"My mommy and my daddy will find me", the little boy said, his voice breaking.

"Oh shut up", the other guy said.

"Boss will be so proud of us that we have actually achieved a mission this time, successfully", the first guy said with a smile.

They seem to be mid-thirties and I know for sure they are from here, their accent says so. I saw a tattoo in their arm, both of them actually.

I froze in my spot.

No, they can't be.

Right there, I knew that I have to get the kid out of their hands. I know what they are capable of and I am not letting another eight year old kid a victim, never again.

I took out my handkerchief that I always have out of my pocket and wrap it around my mouth, covering the bottom part of my face.

I took out my colored contact lens and put it on my eyes. This is part of being the team, we have to change our look outside; especially our eyes. I drank one sip of this special drink we have. It changes our voice and lasts only about five hours.

I zip up my jacket and grab my knife from my boots.

No one gets away from my sight.

"I don't think your boss will be proud of you once your team finds out the both of you are dead", my raspy new voice, said.