The Assassin

Chapter One: Sea Port

I am walking down the Sea Port looking for a target. The Superior, the Mafia leader, had ordered me to assassinate a certain person that had caused them lots of troubles.

According to the information given to me, my target is a man that used to be a business partner of the mafia, that turned out to be some loathsome traitor who jeopardized every transaction between collaborating mafias from different countries.

I am looking at the crowd, eying every person that is in my sight. You may think I'm not strong enough since I'm a girl, but you might not know, I am the most exceptional assassin of the famous Italian Mafia I used to work for, three years ago, and still the most exceptional one in my new mafia, and I was even seventeen back then. Too young right?

The weather is way too good to be doing this kind of task. The sun is up, and I can feel the warmth of the air touching my skin, the smell of the ocean breeze, making me love my surrounding. It kind of feel nice actually, having this feeling, but of course, it's not gonna happen that I'll enjoy the things normal people do--- well, I used to, but, I can't because I'm an assassin for pete's sake, and accomplishing my missions is my only top priority. It had been long since I felt something like this, and I have to admit, it's very refreshing. The last time I felt something so soothing like this is when I'm still with my parents when I was just a little innocent kid and everything seems to be alright.

" I'll be doing that as soon as possible. "

I was interrupted from my nostalgic thoughts when I saw my target talking to the phone walking past me. He was holding a black suitcase which certainly matched his black tuxedo that made him look more like a decent business man than a loathsome traitor.

"Too formal for his death" I thought to myself.

I followed him down the sidewalk that leads to a Boutique, which he had entered a minute ago.

The bell rang signalling my entrance. That's weird. Boutiques usually don't have chimes at their door.

Just as I entered, I was greeted by two women in their formal wear. They smiled at me, and to make myself look a bit friendly, I gave a brief sneer and then made a walk past them. I stepped in at the aisle and suddenly, I felt an unsteady feeling. My wound must have gotten weird again. But anyways, I tried fitting in with my surrounding, I looked around and dang! the interior of the boutique is pretty impressive. The ceiling looks so Victorian and in the middle of it is a golden tablet that is engraved with a hornet. And the walls too, they are painted in gold and black which really reflects the ceiling.

I shrugged myself and hoisted up from my amazement. My target could have been doing something while I'm busy doing nothing.

I am walking in the aisle of the boutique, again. There are just few people in here and it obviously looks fancy and I can see everyone doing their own thing. Some are viewing dresses, others are just standing there, talking with the staffs, and me? I'm blending in.

I averted my eyes, and finally, I saw my target. He was talking to one of the staffs and it seems to be a very important one since I saw them enter a room. When they're about to get in, I saw my target looked around and then, he looked at me, and at that moment, I felt the rush in my blood. He hurriedly ran and shut the fucking door. I'm about to run after him but then, I bumped in to a woman at my side. She's big. No no. I think, she's huge! And with her, are her 5 body guards, her '5 macho body guards'.

I tried slipping out from her and... her companions, but they'll not let me out. She grabbed my hand and loudly shouted the word I hated most, "Bitch!"

I stopped struggling and said, "Don't ever call me a bitch!" At that moment, everybody in the boutique is looking at us, and one by one, they walked towards us.

"Let me out and no one's gonna get hurt." I tried to say in my calm voice. I don't want to hurt anyone that're not involved in the mission, and I'm not wasting time with this people. I might lose my target

"Let you out? That's rubbish! After you carelessly bumped into me? You're not leaving." The stupid British woman is ready to slap me at that time, but damn, no one's hitting me. Not now that I'm in a hurry.

"If you'll please excuse me." I said when I got hold of her hands. I'm not hurting those that're not involved, but I can't just let them hurt me right? I twisted her arm using my right hand and I heard a shriek from her, until it became a cry. I let go of her hand and said, "Will you let me out now?

" Go get her you prats!" She ordered to her body guards while holding her red hand that's now looking a lot more like a boiled five fingered sausage.

"C'mon. Would you?" I have no choice now but to set them all out. I threw punches, kicks, and I even broke some of the boutique's finest furniture's and figurines, and finally, I dicapitated them all in just a minute.

I immediately got out of the boutique. "Now, where are you?"

"I lookeded around the street and it only took me seconds to see my target. He was climbing in at a black Lamborghini Murcielago speeding off to the direction of the main street. " Oh shit!" My feet's gonna be pissed.

I ran so fast but, "Fuck! Damn it! Damn it!" I shouted. I was left there standing since y target had already escaped. I was so pissed with my self. This is a first fucking mission.

I stopped in the middle of the road. I thought for a while as I caught my breath. The people in there, the staffs too, I think they are somehow connected to a legendary Mafia. That crest, it really looked familiar to me, but I can't distinguish it. I have to tell Dylan.

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"Shit!" I cussed. I was walking back to the mansion when I felt a bit of sting at my side. I looked at it and was stiffened when I saw blood. Blood? I looked at it once more and there I knew. I saw a wound, right there beside my scar, I was shot.

I looked around the area and I saw a figure. A man was standing in a secluded area, distantly. I tried pulling out my gun but it's no use, and at that moment, I felt my body falter and my head hit the hot ground.

"Who are you?" Those are the last words I heard from my own voice, and at that moment, I knew I passed out.