A Silent Killer

Prologue

I have always lived by the rule "Trust no one and make sure they don't trust you, no matter the cost." This way people won't get hurt when I betray them and I won't get too attached. That's the way I have lived since I was 6. That was the way they trained us.

I am now 15years old. I live in London, England. And I attend Antonio's' school for assassins. Cheesy name, I know right. However it is the most secret, highly guarded building in the entire of Europe. Which makes sense considering most of the students have worked with MI5, 6 and 7 but then again who would be stupid enough to break into a school for assassins?

I continued down the dark corridor, stepping lightly and listening carefully for the slightest sound.

"Any sign of the target?" James asked through my ear piece.

"Negative, what are the heat sensors saying?"

"Erm, enter the room to your left and be prepared."

I did as I was instructed, pulling out my favourite hand gun from its holder on my waist and prepared to fire. I kicked down the wooden door and inspected the aged room. There were two men sat at a plastic table with bear bottles in their hands. They got up at my appearance and started to reach for their own weapons.

I took aim and shot the first man in the shoulder in which he held his gun and then the other man in the chest; he fell with a heavy thump to the solid ground. The first man then charged at me with a newly found butter knife and I delivered two more bullets through his chest.

"Angel? Home-com to Angel? Do you read me?" I heard James voice through my earpiece.

"Angel to home-com. Loud and clear. The crows are dead; I repeat the crows are dead." I responded, walking over to the bodies and checking for a pulse.

"Good to hear Angel, repair team are on their way. Come-on home."

"Will do, but there some stuff I need to do first, J."

"Again? Father will go mad if you are not home by curfew." He sighed

"Then I won't miss it. Angel- out." I turned off the earpiece before he could say another word.

The table was littered with paper. I un-clipped my torch from my belt and shone its light on the writing. It read:

'Dear employees,

You'll be glad to hear that everything is going to plan and that we should be up and running with in the next few weeks.

Remember to keep your hopes up as the best is yet to come.

As you know on October the 31st the Halloween ball shall be held at my home for the last time and I hope you all can still attend.

However, due to recent events part 1 of the future shall be occurring earlier than planned.

Alpha and Beta team you know your instructions: I trust you will follow them to the best of your ability.

Cubs you know what you need to do. All of your supplies are in the normal place. DO NOT MESS UP AGAIN OR IT WILL BE THE LAST THING YOU WILL EVER DO!!

Report to me in 3 days' time at 18:00. Don't be late.

Sincerely

Lucifer.'

"What the hell? Since when did Lucifer send letters?" I mumbled to myself "Okay that is irrelevant but seriously." I picked up the letter and folded it into my back pocket.

I turned at a creak of the floorboards behind me. I lifted my gun.

"Don't move!" ordered a young male. "Put down you weapon!"

"Why on earth would I do that?" I laughed, slyly.

"Because you would be stupid if you didn't."

I turned more to face the owner of the voice. He looked around my age maybe a couple of years older; it was hard to tell with the dull lighting in the old room.

"I said DON'T MOVE!" he ordered again.

"I know what you said, I'm not deaf!" I took a step towards him, lowering my weapon. He wasn't worth a bullet or my time; I had things to do before father decided to hunt me down again.

"Take another step and I'll shoot." He warned.

"Ever used a gun before, kid?" I asked.

"Yes, in fact I have." He said matter-a-fatally.

"You're lying." I stated.

"How dare you! I do not lie!" He exclaimed.

"Sure you do, everyone does." I shrugged.

"I do not." He repeated.

"Well then, I now know two things about you." I said, taking a final step closer to him, the end of the gun almost touching my chest.

"What is that then?" He asked.

"One) you lie a lot," I held up my forefinger to stop him arguing, "And two) you may have held a gun before, but you have never aimed it at a person, let alone a girl."

"And you have? You seem only 15 and you're speaking to me like you have killed more than you can count." He said uncertain of his own words.

"It seems you've got me summed up too," I said, with one quick movement I had removed the gun from the boys hand and had him at the end of the gun. I kept walking forward until he was against the wall and I pressed the tip of the gun to his hard chest. "Don't move, after wise I'll have to add you to the list with your friends over there." I motioned to the bodies behind me.

"You-killed them?" He gulped.

"Of course I did, it's what I do," I walked away, slowly, towards the boarded up window on my left, keeping the gun pointing at the boy. As I reached the window I turned and said "I'm a silent killer." I jumped through the boards and into the alley below landing in a crouched precision. I got swiftly to my feet and ran towards Oxford lane. I smiled to myself as I remembered the boys' stunned face when he realised that I wasn't joking.

"People; you just can't live with them or without them." I chuckled to myself as I ran towards the place a now called home.