My hands shooked over the gun as I settled my finger on the trigger. Ready to pull. The dark area of the warehouse was hard to see in. Especially when you're suppose to aim a gun at your boyfriend. A small tear escaped my eye.
"Do it now Bitch. Or I will." The bald headed man growled at me. Please God, I know we haven't talked in awhile but...if you get me and ##### out of here alive. Ill never ask for anything else, for as long as I live.
Hair spilled into my face as I was heaving out breaths. Come on Kris. You've killed thousands of others. Why can't you kill him too? But they weren't him. I told you to not get attached. And what the fuck do you do? You go and get yourself attached.
As I was arguing with myself in my mind, I didn't realize baldy placed his finger over my own. Starting to push. The boy I loved, stared into my eyes. His jaw was clenched. He was the enemy. I know that now, but I love him too. They don't know him like I do, maybe if I talk to the chief he'll let him live. Maybe they'd let me go from the business.
"Goodnight, lover boy." As the man whispered the words, he put more pressure to my finger. Pulling the trigger. The shot rang out into the room. That's when I took my elbow and shoved it into his stomach. Tears spilled out wildly now. No, no, no, no, no. Please. Please. This isn't real. It's not real. It can't be real.
A blood curdling scream, rang through the warehouse. My scream. On the inside, it felt as though my whole body was being teared apart. Limb by limb. I looked up. And what I saw. I couldn't imagine that it was real.
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Agent 238
Teen FictionWhen being a secret spy, from your dad's company isn't hard enough, try being hired to find a new, dangerous gang leader in a high school. Now, for me. High school didn't seem like a problem. Because, well, I never went to high school, I was home sc...
