Prodigy | On Hold

5. Ninja Assassin

Cecelia

As soon as Al and Quinn left, I made my way out of Quinn's room and into mine. I stepped into my closet and walked deeper in it. In the uttermost inside of my closet, there was a pile of clothes. I smiled as I reached them, taking them and slipped them on.

They were ninja clothes, my assassin clothes, really. I made my way out of my closet, leaving my regular clothes on my bed and made my way out to my window. I sighed, taking a scrap of paper and scrawled: Out wandering. -CC , leaving it on my desk. I opened my side drawer, taking out a pair of contacts and pushed them into my eyes and discarded the container. I then climbed out of my window and up to the roof, taking one glance around before leaping.

Besides being in the Tech class, I was selected to be amongst The Dictator's assassins. Meaning that I was selected to be a killer. I kept jumping, landing swiftly every single time on a roof. I stood on a black tiled roof, feeling the wind kissing my cheeks.

There were two types of assassins, the elite and the ordinary. The elite were given specific people to kill, usually kids that also have score maximum scores on the placement tests, but were not chosen by the Dictator to be allowed into the Tech class. The ordinary assassins just kill whoever the Dictator wishes us to.

I was labeled the "Ninja Assassin," mainly for three reasons. I was swift, very much like a ninja, I was also one of the few assassins that were actually in the Tech class, and I had the job of both the Elite and regular. I was a hacker too, and usually just hacked things for the Dictator's need.

The only problem with being an assassin was that you didn't know who the other assassins were. We usually worked solo, the Dictator comes and gives us a file about who is targeted and we go kill them. I was one of the smaller assassins, barely standing 5'1", but I was the quickest and most agile. Our clothes symbolized our type, elite or ordinary. The elite had a blue x on their back and a thin blue stripe on the wrists and ankles. The ordinary had a white x on their back and a thin white stripe on the wrists and ankles. I had a red x on my back and a red stripe on my ankles and wrists.

I took another breath in, running across the roof and made another leap and landed on the roof silently. I was glad that Al had made some upgrades to my legs, even though he sort of replaced them a day ago. Before, I flew around on my wheelchair, still silent, but weird. I could see our base ahead, invisible to most, but visible to the most aware. I made my way off the brown tiled roof and ran, jumping at the edge and made my way down. As I was falling, I realized that I probably wasn't going to fall right. I winced, waiting for the pain, only to be caught. An elite assassin was standing there, a six foot build, and strong arms holding me.

I flushed, thanking him with a nod and slipped out of his hold. "Be more careful next time." His voice warned me, my lips pulling up in a grin before nodding again at him. I then walked slowly, proudly when I entered the base, where a few other of the assassins were. A few of the stared at me, whispering about how I was walking. I rolled my eyes, glad that no one could see my metallic legs. I then made my way to the side, brushing my black hair out of my now red eyes.

"Assassins." A deep voice boomed, the Dictator making his entrance. We all stepped back, making it enough room for him to stand in the middle. "I have your new missions." A cheer broke out among us while the Dictator made his way towards a few people, handing them files. He stopped in front of me, handing me a crimson red file. I took it and stepped back out of the crowd and opened it. I then read it silently.

Name: Jane Boone

Age: 20

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Electric blue

Height: 5'7"

Class: Business

Company: Chandler Enterprises

Reason: Too into the Dictator's plans. Possibly part of DSD.

Extra: Has bodyguards

I took in a sharp breath. DSD was short for Dictator Shall Die, a collection of rebels against the Dictator. Jane had managed to bury herself deep, very deep. I sighed, making my way to my number, #0137, and slid the file in.

A warm hand stopped me and I looked up, only to find the elite assassin who had caught me earlier. "May I know your name?"

My lips pulled up into a smile before I spoke. "Call me... Gray." He nodded, pulling his hood up higher to cover his face.. "And your name?"

"Hades." he gave me a mock bow, the blue x evident on his back. His eyes were dark brown, so dark that I could barely see his pupils.

My lips pulled into a grin as I pulled up my hood. "Well, I'm off to do some killing. I'll see you next time, maybe?" Hades smiled at me, giving me a quick nod.

"Good luck then, Gray. Don't hurt yourself, hmm? You have a pretty face."

I blushed, looking up into his eyes. "I will. Stay safe." Hades winked at me, taking off into a run and leaped up onto a roof, dashing off out of my sight. I smiled, breaking off into a run and made my way towards where my target would be, Chandler Enterprises, Quinn's parent's business empire.

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So Cece's an assassin?

Yep.

Albus isn't as interesting though...

I bet he's still pretty cool though.

Duh.

Let's see how Cece's killing gets up to, hmm?

Yep.