Teenage Assassin

Chapter Forty-Nine

It's been five hours now. My hair is died a beach blonde, my wardrobe changed dramatically, and I'm starting to master the British accent. This is not as hard as I thought it would be.

I mean, I almost gave up twelve times, but let's not dwell on the past.

I was sitting on the couch, cleaning my gun. I was exhausted already for all the changing. I just wanted to get some sleep. Logan said I couldn't, that there is no time to sleep. We need to get this done before anything happens.

I was starting to get into one of my pissy moods. I didn't want to talk to anyone, and I didn't want anyone to talk to me. I grabbed my earbuds and my phone from my back pocket of my shorts. I plugged the earbuds in, turned my phone on, and went to my music app.

All I listen to is metal. So I went to my Avenged Sevenfold album and put it on shuffle. I turned my volume almost all the way up, closed my phone, and dropped it back on the couch. Critical Acclaim was playing, one of my favorite songs. I got my little rag and started to clean again.

I felt someone tap my shoulder, I didn't look up, just kept cleaning my gun. Maybe they'll leave me alo-

Another tap.

"Someone better be dead." I snapped. I took one earbud out of my ear and looked up. I saw David standing there, now looking scared.

"Oh, um." He paused. "Lunch is ready." I nodded and put my rag down slowly. I stood up. I cocked my gun and placed it at him temple of the left of his face.

"Is that all?" I asked. He swallowed hard and nodded.

"Ye-yes m'am." He stuttered. I nodded. I got the gun and took out the bullet holder on the bottom of the gun. I brought it out, showing him no bullets in the case, then slammed it in.

"You really think I was gonna shoot you?" I asked.

"It's you, I'm not sure." I nodded. I looked down and grabbed my phone. I put it in my back pocket, and put my gun in the back of my pants. I made my way to the kitchen. I saw the whole buffet laid out. I was able to crack a smile as I grabbed my plate. I went straight for the bacon.

"Oh no you don't!" Patrick said as he grabbed my plate. I turned around and looked at him.

"The hell is this?" I asked. He laughed a little as he put the plate up to his chest.

"You need to go on a diet. The Princess weighs one hundred and ten pounds, you weight a hundred and twelve." Patrick explained.

"I'm two pounds off. So what?" I asked as I tried to reach for the plate. He dodged it and walked over to the salad.

"Everything has to be perfect for the switch." He started to put salad on the plate.

"Patrick. Two pounds isn't going to do shit." I snapped. He turned around and put the plate in front of me.

"In missions, everything is going to do 'shit'." I made a sour face and snatched the plate out of his hands.

"Fine. You're damn lucky I didn't have bullets in my gun."