Miss Bulletproof

Chapter 1

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I jumped in through the windows and heard the loud smash as the glass fell to my feet. I landed with a soft thud quickly taking in my surroundings. The room was dimly lit and pretty bare except for a bed in the far corner. My hands went to my gun as I heard the heavy footsteps running up the stairs obviously coming up to check what the previous noise had been. The door opened to reveal two heavily built men. They surveyed the room until their eyes landed on me. I grinned  devilishly up at them. A stunned look occupied their faces as they gaped at me. I took that time to attack. I swiftly made my way across the room while quickly grabbing the gun out. I knew this would be an easy task so I had packed light; only bringing my knife and gun with me. I didn't hesitate to shoot the first of the two. Before the dead body had even hit the floor I had brought out my knife and slit the other ones throat. As he bled onto the floor clutching his throat I grabbed my gun and slid it back to my gun holster while placing the knife in my boots.

I stepped over the dead bodies dusting off my hands. I didn't look back. I had done it countless times and today was no different. This was now my life and I had to deal with it. I made my way to the door not wanting to go through the window and get hurt. But it wasn't as if I couldn't deal with it; I had suffered a lot more than that.

Before I could step out the door I heard a soft whimper coming from the far corner of the room. I snapped my eyes to the direction of the noise. A light shadow came peering over the edge of the bed and blond hair-that looked like it had been through hell and back- came into my vision. I took a cautious step forward, my hand slowly creeping back to my gun. The girl's eyes met mine and I could feel the fear radiating off her. I took another step closer, my hand never leaving my gun.I can see her shaking in fear. My mind was debating on whether to believe her fear or not. All my life I have been taught to trust no one but myself, taught to never give in without a fight and taught to never give up no matter what the cost. My question was answered as soon as I was at the feet of the bed. With one last fearful look at me i noticed unshed tears tucked away in her eyes as her head fell to the floor with a soft thud. That was when I could see white froth forming at the corner of her mouth. I walked quietly and quickly over to her, my hand still rapped around the gun trigger. Now that i could see her fully she looked young, younger than me. She looked 16. What the hell is a 16 year old doing in a trafficking, this didn't suprise as much as it would have because i've seen worse. Alot worse.Her mouth was now covered fully with the white froth. That's when I realised she had been O.D'ed. [A/N- O.D is short for 'Over Dosed']

"Oh shit" I muttered.

I crouched down and reached into my left boot quickly grabbing my cell. I dialled 911 and gently threw my phone which slid across the floor and stopped directly in front of her face.The police would trace that back to her.

I then hurriedly left, jumping through the window knowing it would take too long to use the door forgetting about the sharp glass covering the edges of it.

 As soon as i my feet hit the floor I could feel something dripping from my right hand as i straightened up from my crouch persition.

I quickly glanced at it to see blood oozing out of my right hand. "Fuck!" I whispered to no one inperticular.But thats gonna hurt like a motherf*cker when i have to shower.

I've had worst. I've seen worse. I've done worse.

I just shoved my hands into my pocket and made my way back to base, my face the perfect picture of innocence.

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