Save Me (GirlxGirl)

Chapter Two

The only reason I decided to stay in that bloody town was to receive my payment, which I would find tomorrow, underneath a bridge on my way out.

I was payed very highly for my services since I was never caught, and the person whom I killed just looked like they had died of a heart attack or STD. I was very efficient in that way, and employers liked that. They also liked- loved the fact that I was a girl, but that was only because most of the time my employers were dirty old men. Most of them were politicians too.

In my entire carrier as an assassin- or silencer as people call them- I had only killed about 6 or 7 people in this certain town- I tend to not remember all the people I've silenced off the top if my head. Though there are so few employers here, I always seemed to pass through this particular town about 25-40 times a year on my way to other destinations. Each time I would stay at the same Inn. It was risky, but I had a very good reason.

1}~ the service was the best.

2}~it was very busy, so no one payed attention to me.

3}~she lived there.

I made my way quickly to the inn, not wanting to miss my dinner. Since the innkeeper thought I was in my room resting from a long journey, it was imperative that I be there when he brought the food up. I was also expecting the presence of someone special.

Now theres something important you have to know about me. I hate people. Can't stand them. Maybe it is because of my abnormal upbringing or if it is just how I am- i'll never know. All I know is that I hate everyone...

Except her.

But why should I like even her? People are selfish and disgusting! They think only of themselves and will do anything to be someone of importance.

Because of my hatred for mankind, killing is soothing to me, probably making me one of the most dangerous people in the world. Other people in my line of work usually go mad or purposely slip up out of guilt, but I've been doing this since I was 6 and never once have I messed up or been caught.

After all, who expects a woman to be an assassin?

When I entered the old Inn, I was pleasantly surprised with the warm aroma of wine and cinnamon. This was an older Inn, maybe 60 years old. It was almost 100% wood and all of the doors creaked, but it was sturdy and comfy. The entrance to the Inn opened up to the dinner area, the over crowed bar to my right. I breathed in deeply, keeping my hood tight to my head, and slipping past the Inn keeper.

I was not so lucky with her.

Today she wore a simple dress, nothing special. If it had been a Friday instead of a Wednesday, she would have been wearing an elegant, but shorter, embroidered dress. Her large breasts were always showing no matter what. I thought it was degrading, meant only to attract men. But I still found pleasing, although it was meant for men, not women like me.

"Hi!" she shouted, straightening her long white apron as she ran to me. She curtsied, me bowing in greeting.

At this Inn, I was known as a wealthy merchant, and the Inn keeper was usually nicer to me because of this, but it may also have been because of the fact I was such a lovely young lady, besides my scar- another trick to my success. But no one paid too much attention to my scar, or at least they didn't look like it.

My scar was one I was given as a small child. I was under age 6, that's all I know for sure. It ran across my cheeks and nose, in a straight line, thickening a tiny bit beneath my eyes. ( *--/--* ) I didn't like it, but I didn't hate it either. After all, it was part of my incentive to start this crazy job in the first place.

The Inn keeper thought that I kept coming back to this particular Inn because of his kindness, but that obviously wasn't the case. Although, I wasn't about to tell him otherwise.

It was because of her. I had first be-friended her the 2nd time I visited the old Inn. The first time I had gone, I had seen her been slapped by a drunken suitor her father had sent over. I have never cared for the well-being of another human before, so when I got up and punched the tall messy man to the ground, I not only surprised everyone in the room, but myself as well. I wanted to punch him again, and again, but my mind was more focused on the beautiful crying face behind me. That night, I knew something was wrong with me. Was I going insane?

The next week, I passed through the small town again, this time I had brought a gift for the grieving girl- something to take her mind off the pain.

Of course it hadn't occurred to me then that I actually liked and cared about another human being, the fact that I could stand her was amazing to me. I hated everyone, but for some reason she, out of all the people I've ever known, was the only exception. All I knew at the time was that I was on my way to an Inn to give a present to a girl.

That second visit I brought her a glass flower, an orchid. She loved flowers, and a flower as exotic as this was certain to please her even more.

While the flower had cost a small fortune because it had been made by hand, it was a light pink colour, matching the shade of her cheeks, so I had to get it. After that, I always brought gifts for her.

"Its nice to see you again Hunter!" She smiled, using the name I told her was my real name. (Though it is not). I smiled back, stepping closer to the exotic beauty.

"Good evening Emery."

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