The Assassin

Chapter Five: I know No Mercy

I had arrived to my destination through my Bugatti Veyron. I parked my car and then walked inside the hotel. It was a fancy party so I needed a disguise that will make me fit in. I am on my red long gown that I’d bought earlier after school. My silver 6 inches heel that gave me a more elegant look and my white glittering purse that made me look even fancier.

As I got in in the hotel, I saw a bunch of people, particularly deep-pocketed people laughing around, discussing, and addressing few, say, friends.

I made myself comfortable by having a champagne from the waitress. I looked around looking for my first target. Dylan gave me information about my first target. He owns this fancy hotel and he is having a party to celebrate his success. That’s too bad since he’s going to die tonight.

I touched my side. I can feel the hard metal at my leg. I always carry my friend here in case there is trouble. But even without it, I can still handle any.

I looked around the hotel, eyeing the crowd. I had not seen my target. I saw a man approaching. He's on his formal wear, typical black suit, nice and shiny black shoes.

"Hey, umm... Did you happen to see Mr. Murray? I'm looking for him, and I can't seem to find him." I asked.

"Who are you by the way?"

"Oh, just a friend of his." I smiled. Could you just please tell me.

"Okay young lady. I think he's upstairs."

"Thank you." I smiled again and he walked away. Great. I can't wait to plant my shiny metal seed in his head.

I went to the 2nd floor of the hotel. I looked around at every corner, no one there. I walked through the maroon floor. I haven't even got any further, coming from the big room, I heard some disgusting sounds of two people. I obtrusively entered the room and there is my target, making out with some pretty Barbie.

I walked straight to their point and spoke, “I’m not hesitant to shoot the two of you at the same time.” My target was startled as he heard my voice. I let my cold pistol touch his head and said, “You should have had all your pleasures earlier because you’ll be having your sweet death right now.”

“What do you want? Who are you? If you want money, I can give it to you. Please, don't kill me.” He begged to me but I just smirked and said, “I don’t need money, I need life.” I can see his intimidated eyes begging mine. But I’m really sorry to say, I know no mercy. I pulled my trigger while looking at him. I can see him now as my dead target. I averted my eyes and there I saw the pretty Barbie, my target is making out with earlier, trying to get a gun from the drawer. “Well wrong move honey.” I said to her. I went to her. She tried running away but unfortunately, she had herself stumbling down. I approached her at the back of the door beside the only lampshade that gives light in the whole room.

I tried to take my pew as low as I can to get to her level and said, “Don’t you ever try to kill an assassin, especially Me.” I stood my point and shot her down with her blood spurting out from her head. I walked out the room passed their cold body while saying, “You should have thought before you moved.”

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I am now on my seat in my class. Dylan told me that if I want to stop school, it’s okay since I already knew who my targets are. But I told him I still want to go to school because I actually missed having lessons. Dylan knows my story, He is actually the one who rescued me during the Incident at my house three years ago.

I wonder. What could have happened to me if no one rescued me that night? Maybe, I've already turned not into an assassin accepting orders, but a monster who kills decent people out of frustration and pain however she wants to. I'm really thankful that Dylan did rescued me, and he taught me how to use my skills and how to forget the pain I'm suffering, and taught me how to be a better assassin and a rational one.

"I really hate nerds." A voice interrupted me.

"Oh really?" I retorted while copying the written phrases from the board in my notes.

"Yeah. Even before I was a kid, I really, really hate them. Especially when they steal my seat." Now, I know who's talking right behind me. Zach the jerk. "You know that feeling?" He asked me, emphasizing the you. I know he's trying to offend me. Very nice, but idiotic.

"Actually, I don't, Zach the jerk."

"What the Fudge! Are you calling me a jerk, you filthy woman!" That's it? That's his greatest jerk phrase?

"Can't you try being calm and nice even for once?" I smiled sarcastically facing him, then added. "Do no outrages on women, especially nerds, because nerds are superior in all, in the most dignified way." Haha. Good one Ceana.

"Whatever. You just made me hate you more." He got no daggers left to throw back at his enemy now. I expected him to say all those stupid and offensive words to me, but he didn't. What a dud.