A Girl Is a Gun

•Chapter 1•

    I was currently getting my guns, crossbow, silver knives, and my potions ready. I went and put my black suit on and tied my Raven black hair into a ponytail. I put one silver blade in both of my boots, and put my gun on my right thigh. I sprayed some of my potion on myself, which hides my scent. When I was ready to go, I went over to my computer to see who my next target was.

Name: Derek Johnson
Age: 27
Height: 6"1
Species: Werewolf
Part of the Silver Moon Pack
Rank: Warrior

   After I finished reading more information about him, I put my hood over my head and went out the front door. I went over to my black BMW M9 and put my bag that has all of my equipment in it in my trunk, I went over to the drivers side and drove to the forest.

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   I quietly climbed a tree and waited for my target to arrive. I made sure my crossbow was ready so I could just get it over with. As I was just sitting there I began to hear voices.

" Ugh, dude patrol sucks!" One of the two guys said as they approached. He had blond wavy hair, light brown eyes, and pale skin. He was good looking, I won't lie, but I've seen better. 

" I know dude, it's so boring, nothing ever happens!" Said the one and only, Derek Johnson. He was an okay looking guy, he had Raven black curly hair and blue eyes and tan skin, too bad he had to die. If only he hadn't disobeyed the counsel.

   I was about to make my move when out of nowhere a rouge jumps in. The two warriors looked shocked at first, but immediately covered it with anger. They both shifted and lunged toward the rouge. The black wolf, who I assume to be Derek , bit into the rouge's lower left leg. The rouge whimpered in pain, then the other warrior, the sandy blond wolf, went after its neck, but before he can make it, the rouge dogged it and sunk his teeth into his neck and he collapsed on the floor. Derek just stood there looking at his dead friend, then got furious.  He let out a ferocious growl and lunged toward the rouge. He clawed the wolf on its face and then body slammed him to a tree and the rouge just laid there, dead. Well that was in unexpected, I said to myself. But before he could shift back, I jumped of the tree and landed swiftly on the ground. At first he didn't recognize me, but then fear flashed through his eyes. 

   I rose my crossbow up, ready to shoot, I smirked and said "Bye Derek" right when I finished my sentence I shot him in the middle of his head. He collapsed on the ground and let out his last breath. I Carved Shadow Assassin on his chest then stood up and admired my work only to be interrupted by the sound of was pounding on the ground so i left.

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   When I got home, the first thing I did was go to my weapons room to put my things away. Then I went to go take a shower and get myself cleaned up. I put my pajamas and slippers on and went to my living room and just watched The Flash. When the episode ended I went to my computer and reported him dead to the counsel. After that I went to my room and went to a much needed sleep. And that is pretty much the life of The Shadow Assassin.

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    This is my first book and first time writing so if there are any mistakes or things that don't make sense I'm sorry

BTW Kira is the top picture^^^^^

But I hoped you enjoyed and expect more:)