The Assassin Story.

I was running but I don’t know where to, I was afraid of the malevolence of whatever or whomever that was tracking me down for the computer chip.

I jumped at everyone I saw as I passed them. The look on their faces was fake worry and... pity. Worry, because it looked like I was running for my life and pity, because of my metal legs. I absolutely hated it when people did that. I didn’t need their pity let alone their 'worry'.

I made it around the corner and saw an abandoned warehouse.

“Perfect.” I muttered under my breath.

No one would be able to find me, I would lay low for a few hours till I knew it was time to go and head back to the center. 

All my life, I only knew one thing and one thing only: to be an assassin. Since my sister’s death I knew I had to follow in her footsteps and rid the world of people who don't deserve to be in it.

I finally made it into the soulless, dark, abandoned warehouse. It was funny how similar it was to me; we both were left alone, no one to care for us, and will both eventually die a sad death. 

I decided to leave that moment till I truly needed to think of it. I needed to clear my mind of thoughts so I went for a walk around the warehouse. For some reason the warehouse seemed familiar to me, like I had been here before... but I couldn’t exactly remember when. I could hear the subtle creak of the floorboards whenever I took a step. I could hear ferocious wind whipping against the rusted windows. The delicate smell of petrol and debris caused my nose to crinkle; it certainly wasn’t a pleasant smell. I walked towards the steps leading to the second floor; the warehouse seemed too old to have an elevator, so used my metal legs.

I bet your wondering why I had metal legs, right?

I was once on a mission around a year ago, when I was 23. It was 3 years after my sister’s death. I was on a mission and a bomb had exploded because my partner hadn't been able to defuse it. As a result I had lost my legs because of that inattentive mistake and from then on I had decided to go on missions alone.

At first I was really mad at myself for not being able to run fast enough at the bomb site but now, because of the metal legs, I could run faster and my assination was much easier.

I was so busy in my own world that I didn’t hear the sound of someone coming in. The person was wearing a hooded jacket; hence the reason I couldn’t see their face. The smell of leather attacked my nose and the heel of their shoes was making a clatter against the wooden floor. I wondered if they could see me from up here, hopefully they couldn’t... but I was wrong.

“You do realise I know you’re here.” The person, a man judging by the pitch of his voice, called up.

“May I help you?” I asked in an innocent voice as an act.

“Actually I am here to help you, Adrianne.” It seemed as if her were smirking.

“My name’s not Adrianne, its Amelia.” I replied, staying in my character.

“You’re testing my patience now,” he said in a slightly annoyed tone.

“Excuse me sir, I have no idea what you are on about. My name has always been Adri-’’ I cursed myself for that stupid mistake - one that would have cost me my life in other situations.

“See, I’m always right," the man said, in a confident - and might I add, cocky - tone of voice.

“I do not confirm nor deny that I am Adrianne... however I don’t know you. Can I at least have your name?”

“That’s quite disappointing. You don’t know who I am? Well I guess we haven’t seen each other since... since the incident that happened three years ago.”