Clementine Jones is a 17 year old girl with a lot of baggage. She has been through what others would call unfortunate, unlucky and tragic. She has a lot of feelings she chooses to share with no one. But she is not your typical cliché, damsel in dist...
AN: For some reason the dedication isn't working so I would like to dedicate this to RickyPine.
I rose the gun to his head, and stared at his pleading eyes just begging me to let him go.
"hasta lavista baby," BANG!
I stared at the lifeless corpse, my 'boyfriend', tied to a chair, blood oozing out of his head like the Niagara Falls. I could see the rope burns on his ankles and neck all purple from the struggling. There were crimson blood stains like a collage on his plain white shirt there were dried blood stains and ones that were still spreading as they were fresh.
I stared away from him in disgust, as the thought of me seeing his face again would make me hurl.
"Next time you won't cheat on me with your cousin." I spat at the dead corpse. I was planning to give him a nice death. Not one to dramatic but a death that could satisfy us both. Since I thought that he was a very good boyfriend. But then he cheated and I realised that this case had gone on for too long. So it was bye-bye to Dylan.
I brought out my brand new watch; it was like the apple watch but had a few perks to it. For example it could shoot out tranquiliser darts. I wrapped it around my wrist and switched it on.
"Hello Agent Zero, how was the mission?"
"It was fine Ingrid, like always. Now could you connect me with ZETA please?"
"Of course." Then the line went dead. The watch beeped and shone bright like the sun roasting my eyeballs.
"What is the mission verdict today, Agent Zero?" The robotic male voice asked me.
"Mission accomplished."
The watch flashed bright green showing that ZETA got my mission verdict. Then it shut down like it always does. I looked arounf seeing as it would be approximately 32 minutes until ETSAA got here.
The pent house we were in was huge- there was a 55'' plasna TV - bought with drug money, of course. A lovely chesnut dining table - bought with with drug money. I think even the penthouse was bought with drug money. I looked back at 'my boyfriend'
"you really couldn't bother to work for any of your money, except selling drugs?" Obviously I received no reply otherwise that would be pretty creepy.
I walked to the grand window. I love the city, the busy streets full of pollution and so sky scrapers. The cars were ants but the people were colourful dots. There was barlery any green and I like it like that. There were a few boats in the river.
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'I need to capture this moment.' I thought. I grpped my pen-cam from my back pocket and clicked. DING! I checked my watch and saw the picture displayed on the screen. (The pen-cam and my watch are connected if you needed me to spell it out for you).
My job was done so I walked out passing the pale body with a second glance and went up to the roof.
"3. 2. 1." I counted and just as I got to number 1 I heard the helicopter with the initials ETSAA and next to it, it said 'Extremely Top Secret Assassin Agency' in code, of course.
The last person I expected to come out of the helicopter was...here.
"EEK! Clem how was it? Was it a short death or a torture death? Wait, wait, did you slit his throat and let him bleed to death?"
"Josh shut the hell up please. You sound like a bitchy cheerleader."
"That was the whole point."
"Anyway you know that nobody calls me by my real name on a mission. It's Agent Zero. Also I am not telling you how he died. Third of all, lower your voice you sound like Brittany. You should be in Cape Town getting the owner of the prostitute house."
"Yeah, well I finished early. I actually have something very important and depressing to tell you." Josh's face suddenly turned from high and jumpy to serious and depressed.
