One More Mistake

「Chapter 1」

2 years prior

I sat in the middle of the hall, thunder boomed outside along with occasional lightning. My parents blood stained every inch of the walls, the carpet, and me. Did I have any remorse? No. None what-so-ever. But yet, I was sitting here, thinking about taking my own life. I don't know if it was for my parents or I didn't want to die the way the law wanted me to. I already had a record of running into the police, bet they would be happy to see me gone. Thoughts were going through my head a million miles a second. What would happen to me? Would anyone care that I'm gone? What should I do? How can I-?

CRASH

My head shot up. I looked up to see a girl standing in the room in front of me, one leg inside the window along with an arm holding the upper part and the rest of her body outside, soaked by the down-pour. She seemed to have frozen on the spot when she saw me. She sighed.

"Whelp, no use in being sneaky now," she said. She then shoved the rest of her body through the window then rolled. She sat up, her mask a bit crooked, and looked at me. She picked herself up then walked over to me, brushing herself off slightly.

"Howdy, name's Jade. But people 'round these parts call me 'Killer Smile'," she tilted an imaginary cowboy hat. She seems insane... Wait... I've seen her on the news! She IS insane! Huh, look who's talking big boy. You just slaughtered your whole family. You're equally insane as she is. Hell, why don't you just get yourself a name like hers and going around killing people, won't that be ma-

"Shut up," I mumbled.

"Huh?" I looked at her.

"Oh... Sorry... Wasn't talking to you..." She knelt down infront of me.

"Voices in yer' head, huh," she poked my forehead. "Got that problem too. Damned things just make my insomnia worse, ya' feel? I can't sleep at all hours of the nights because blabber-mouths up there keep having arguments. It's like- 'Shut the hell up, will ya'?!' Can never get a good nights rest without Helix arguing with Bob about whatever panda bears or penguins are better. But Gerald just sits in the back, smoken' a cigar, with his cheeky British accent, making puns and snarky comments. But then there is Roselina who just talks about if I look good or not. Of course I don't look good today Rosey, I have fucking bags under my eyes that could cover the whole entire fucking continent!"

I just sat while she rambled on about her voices and even at a few points, it seemed like she started to argue with them. Then she suddenly stopped.

"Oh, sorry Michael, didn't mean to ramble," she gave me a small smile.

"You-You know my name?"

"Of course! Always do a little research before you wanna make friends. Did you know that you have done about a month in jail? Bad, bad Michael... Taking away time from your precious school time," she smacked my head with a rolled up newspaper. Where the fuck did she get that?! Maybe her bag? What bag?! The one around her shoulder... Oh, yes, that bag. Thought you were talking about a different one. Anyway, the bitch doesn't have the right to do that? I say, we should stab her with the scissors. No. We're not. She just smacked us for no-

"Yo'. Earth to Michael," she waved her hand infront of my face. DID SHE JUST INTERRUPT ME?! OH HELL NO. MICHAEL, STAB THE BITCH.

"I'm not going to stab her! God fucking dammit," I slammed my hand onto the floor. I felt a pressure on my shoulder and jumped. Looking over, I saw that it was her hand.

"Hey, try to block it out. I know it doesn't work all the time, but I was able to do it for a while. You just gotta work on it," she stood up. "Look, I know what you're going through. Not in the same way, but, I've done this before. You probably don't want to go to prison so, take up my offer. I will take you to my house, my family, and we'll give you all the attention and care that you deserve. But, what you need to do in return is join the family business. Sounds easy, I know, but it's not as easy as it sounds. Assassination requires skill, and that's what we all do."

"So... You want me to kill... For money? But... I'll become part of a family, that'll accept me for my differences..?" She nodded.

"I know it'll be quite hard, trust me. It took some people in the house a while to get used to the thought of killing people, but after a while, they got used to it. After the first few kills, it'll be smooth sailing from there," she stuck out her hand and gave me a warm, caring smile. One that I've never received before. "And we'll treat you like one of our own. I mean, that comes with occasional family quarrels, but what family doesn't? We even have game nights and picnics every now and then. What do you say?"

I was going through the pros and cons in my head. Then I thought: Screw it. I grabbed her hand and she yanked me up. Strong for a girl...She still held onto my hand.

"Welcome to the family. Now, if you'll follow me through the window and jump out, we'll take a right, run into the forest cleanly escaping the po-po, and hop in the car where my proxy will be waiting for us."

I took a deep breath, taking in all the things that'll happen in the upcoming future. A daring smile spread across my face, a real smile. One I haven't had in a long time. "Well then, what the hell are we waiting for?!"

"I LIKE YOUR SPUNK AND SPARK KID. WELL THEN, TALLY-HO AND FUCK SHIT UP WHILE WE'RE AT IT."

She began running towards the window, dragging me along. She dove out the window, pulling me along. We both rolled on the ground then made a beline for the forest, quickly making our way to a little path and seeing a car neatly tucked into the brush.

"There's our ride," she smiled. Both of us walked toward the car and hopped in. A guy with a mess of red hair turned around and smiled at me.

"WELCOME TO MY HUMBLE MOTOR VEHICLE AND TO OUR FAMILY!"

• Eh, it twas short. I don't know what else to say. Cookies. Pancakes. Waffles. Ass. Toby. Yep. Th-Th-Th-Tha-That's all folks! *salutes* •