The Assassin

The second hit

Fox sent me another deadpool list. I researched each name until I came across one that sparked a murder impulse.

Joanne Woodward. She was a corrupt lawer. She helped rapist get off easy, and made it seem as if the victims were lying or as if it was thier fault. She lied about evidence and even payed cops off to lie at the stand.

She was going to be hard to hit. She had a Chinese ancestry, and as I had discovered on a website, very good at self defense.

I geared up. I put my mask on and pulled up the hood with special padding in the back of it. After the wreck in which my parents had died, I had hurt the back of my head. Any serious hits to it could knock me out or worse. So I added a extra pad of soft materiel to the hood.

I continued to gear up. I grabbed my shells, my butterfly knife, and my phone. The last I did was pull on my leather gloves.

I snuck out through the fire escape. I couldn't afford the front desk giving me away that I went out the same night someone died; again.

The woman's house was closer than my last hits was, so I didn't mind walking there.

I walked in the shadows, avoiding all cameras that I could, and made my way to the women's house.

I checked all the doors. The back door was unlocked. I quietly snuck in and made my way through the house. Chinese statues of dragons layed on shells.

Down the hall, a room was eliuminatad by a steady glow of light. I made my way towards it, only to be kicked in the back.

I hit the floor, but quikly recovered. I jumped up and spun around to face the karate master lawer.

I pulled out my butterfly knife and spun it in my hand.

"You have betrayed your job as a lawyer. You have tormented the innocent, and protected the guilty," I told her, "Prepare to die for your corrupt ways."

The woman's eyes turned wide, but she didn't back down.

I walked towards her, she tried to block my push, but only ended up being pushed down. She jumped up before I could pin her down. She ran into another room, and I chased after her.

It happened before I realized what room we had entered.

She held a knife out in front of me, prepared to throw it if necessary.

I paused for a slight moment, deciding my options.

I smirked. I raised my arm to throw, as she began to toss the kitchen knife at me, I moved to the side and twisted her arm. She screamed out in pain. I pushed her on the ground and turned her to were she faced me.

She gave one final scream before I plunged the butterfly knife into her arty.
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I was awoken by a furious knocking on my door.

I groaned and rolled over to look at the time. 10:34am. I had stayed up all night cleaning the blood from my hair and clothes and weapon. I got up and opened the door, not carrying that all I was wearing was a black tank top and white shorts. Not to even mention that my hair must be a mess.

I opened the door, and a redheaded liutenit stood on the other side.

"Hello, Horatio. How can I help you this wonderful morning," I said sleepily.

"Could you come down to the department so we can talk to you?" He asked. I raised and eyebrow, now awake.

"Why would you want to talk to me?" I asked. I noticed the Latino cop standing behind him.

"Your a suspect in two murders," the other cop said.

I blinked. Then nodded.

"First, let me get dressed, then, I'll go to the department," I stated, allowing the two cops inside my apartment.

I went to my bathroom and quickly got dressed. I wore black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt.

I quikly pulled on my black leather high top shoes.

I came out and looked at the directives.

"You know, if you didn't want to wait up on me, you shouldn't come over so early," I sassed.

Horatio raised an eyebrow, "its 11:00 in the afternoon," he responded.

"And again, you should have came over later," I mocked.

Both cops looked unamused, I on the other hand had a smirk on my face.

Horatio and the other cop escorted me out of my apartment.
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"Lovely integration room," I said, taking a seat.

"Lets start with were you were two nights ago, at 2 am," Eric, the Latino cop said. I had finally learned his name while in thier hummer being brought here.

"I was looking for the pet shop. I wanted to adopted a couple hermit crabs," I answered. I kept my voice even, this wasn't the first time I've been question by cops, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

"Have anyone to back that up?" Horatio asked. He had taken off his sunglasses, and sat in front of me.

"The front desk lady saw me leave near that time, but she didn't know where I was going," I told them. This was true.

"Alright, next question. Where were you last night, near 2am," Eric asked. He seemed so serious. Time to play some mind tricks.

"In my apartment, looking for a job, bonding with my hermit crabs, trying to avoid the awkward phone call from mom, just the usual," I responded.

"Again, do you have anyone to witness that?"

"Well my mom never got that awkward call," I smirked.

Eric looked suddenly frustrated, "Did anyone see you in your apartment? "

"The front desk lady never saw me leave, and there's no other exit," I said.

"If you stayed in your apartment all night, why are you so tired?" Horatio asked.

I looked towards him, those piercing blue eyes seemed to see through everything, but I attempted to answer the best way, "I stayed up late, thier was a marathon of Sherlock, and I just had to binge watch it. It was a wonderful bonding experience with my hermit crabs," I said.

Eric rolled his eyes, "did you know a man by the name of Justin Blake, and a woman named Joanne Woodward?" Eric asked.

I pretend to think for a moment, contracting on my memory to see if the names registered any reconciliation, "No, I don't believe I know anyone named that," I responded.

Horatio handed me a card, "if you remember anything, call us," he said.

I stood up and took the card. Plain white with a number and his name.

"You can go now, Ms. Gilmore, " Eric said. I nodded.

"Why was I investigated?" I asked.

"We can't release information on an ongoing investigation," Horatio said, walking out. I smirked.

As I walked out I realized I would have to walk back to the apartments. It was a good 6 blocks from the station.

I began to walk, and as I walked I had another realization. Horatio had integrated me because he remember my shells. I smiled. This was going to fun.