Silver Pistol

Introduction

The television flickered with hypnotising images that remained in my mind as i creeped over to the dirty figure while avoiding the mountains of rubbish. Bugs crawled around searching in the never ending colourful chip packets and burnt out cigarettes. Smashed emerald green bottles reflected off the dim single light in the room. The wallpaper was peeling off the walls and the floorboards were exposed to my sore and bare feet. Every move i made creaked under me but the unhygienic man was to hypnotised by a square box. I then reached into my pocket in my ripped and crummy khakis. My warm thumb rubbed along a cold piece of metal as I snatched it out and placed it neatly behind a greasy man's head. When i jabbed it into his head he just grumbled "What the fuck? Interrupting me. I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO!" His head whipped around as the stainless pistol grazed his ear as i told him to shut up. "Put that fucking thing down you little bitch" He ordered but i disobeyed and whispered "Im tired of you treating me like crap" I pulled the trigger and blood sputtered out onto me and the tattered lounge. I laughed and put the pistol back into my pocket as I grabbed my sports bag of belongings and strolled out the door, not looking back.

That happened four years ago but right now I'm going to give you some background to me.

My name is Robin, no middle name or surname just Robin. I have long straight dark blue hair and blue eyes. I am pale and fairly skinny but fit. I am a hitman and currently am working for a top secret agency filled with people like me (hitmen). We have made it far by being careful and to watch our backs. We don't trust anyone outside the agency and make people take tests to get in just incase they are a spy. A week ago I became the top hitman for the 37th time only because I take time, care and pride in my work and have sucessful kills. Also because of my bestfriend/partner in crime, Ray. She has jet black straight hair and pure black eyes. She is tanned and fit and is the coolest person I know. We both had abusive parent(s). She is the only hitman that knows that my mother killed herself for the agency when she got captured. Everybody missed her terribly as she was such a legend,  nobody overpowered her and had all sucessful kills but then someone finally beat her. She was the one that inspired me to become a hitman like her unlike my father who was a drunk and abusive. One day at the age of 14 the agency wanted to take me under their wing but they told me I had to kill my father first, so I did. Now 4 years later and I am the best hitman the agency has after my mother. 

I think thats enough of my past, I better get going to the present.

Hey thanks for reading, thats only the introduction to her life. I will try to update it once a week or so if i have alot of reads. Please vote because it helps and if you want to talk to me my instagram is @acidhvrry