Chapter 1: Dune
"Why isn't she dead yet?" Mr Clarke growled down the phone.
"These things take time," I groaned in frustration. "Let me do my job."
This was the third time he'd called this week and I was starting to get sick of it.
"It's been nine months!" he raged.
"Watch your tone Mr Clarke. Do not forget who you're talking to," I warned.
He cleared his throat, undoubtedly to calm his nerves.
Being an assassin certainly had its perks.
"My apologies Sir, I'm just getting a little anxious," he said.
I could understand why he was so uneasy; I didn't usually take this long hunting my prey. But this wasn't your average chase. There was something about the victim that I just couldn't put my finger on, and it was driving me insane.
"It'll be done by the end of the month," I assured him, and with that, I hung up.
Sighing, I ran a hand through my unruly hair and allowed my mind to wander to the girl.
I refused to refer to any of my victims by name, for any personal attachment would only make killing them more complicated and I was already struggling with this particular assignment.
I had just under an hour before my plan would fall into place, giving me enough time to shower and change into an outfit that I would deem appropriate for a party. I was considered as one of the most dangerous men on the planet (if you could even call me a man) and I was attending a party in attempt to lure my prey right into my hands.
The mere thought made me laugh.
I dressed in dark jeans and a snug black tee with hope that I'd blend into the crowd. There was only one person that I wanted to notice me tonight, and I had no doubt she would.
A/N: Soooo, this is the first official chapter of Colour Me Red! Thought I'd post it today because of how short the prologue was, even though this chapter is really short too... They will get longer though!
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