Dragon's Assassin

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E'Myra stared at the open casket, unable to take the final step. Unable to see the body of the only person who had truly cared for her. Just like the others, he left her. Just the thought of being truly alone cause one glistening tear to fall. That was a show of weakness, something she could not afford.

His murderer would be found and tortured, just as her father had been, she would make sure of it. Without looking at the broken body in the glorified-wooden-box, E'Myra left the funeral hall and ran through the abandoned streets. Coming upon her rusty, beat up Chevy, the red-haired beauty slowed to a stop. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door, cringing at the screeching that could be heard three streets down. As she took the first step in she stopped, listened and stopped moving. Tick, tick, tick.

Deep, grey eyes widened as she took it in, slowly turning to look for cover. On the other side of the road, a new, silver Porsche sat unassuming. She ran diving over the hood, and huddling against the side. A great blaze of fire and smoke took to the air, screams echoed through the night, and a single tear ran down her cheek.

Before she could even register what had happened, a gunshot sounded, loading in her thigh. She cried out, a sound of physical agony, and a release of mental strain. Trying to concentrate she looked for the shooter. She didn't have to look far. A man, and two goons, stood a short distance away, the gun still pointed at her. It was obvious they were here to kill her, but that only made it worse.

Making a split second decision, E'Myra rolled under the parked car and out of sight. She made a break for the nearby ally, limping yet still running, though the pain slowed her down. The pain sparked up her leg like little bolts of lightning, making it harder to run, though she was almost to the bridge.

A vehicle roared to life in the distance, closer then she would have liked. The large bridge structure loomed over her, the mile long distance looking more and more intimidating. E'Myra started to slow, pain and emotional exhaustion catching up with her. She collapsed in the middle of the four lanes.

A shiny black hummer pulled up beside her prone form, the sound of opening doors, loud in the silence. A callused, tanned hand grasped her chin and turned it toward him. He was here. The one who needed to die. Her fathers killer, and E'Myra's future victim.

Drago Shesha Amitrano. The 6 foot 5 crime lord, also known as The Boss, stared down at her. Unlike his goons, he was in a black Armani suit that was just tight enough to show his lean build. He flashed her a smile, slowly withdrawing a needle from his jacket pocket, pausing to make sure she saw it. The needle was obviously there to finished the bullets job. Knocking her out. Without a word, he inserted the needle into her shoulder, just left to her pheonix tattoo, her assassins symbol.

"You'll be just fine," he whispered in a deep, dark, intimidating voice that sent shivers down her spine, behind the tone was something softer, something she did not want to think about. He released her chin, causing her skull to hit the cracked sidewalk. Here waist-length hair pooled around her like a lake of fire.

"Pick her up and put her in the back." Drago's voice seemed to echo through her mind as black dots started to appear on the edges of her vision. The henchmen sauntered up to her, clearly proud that they had helped catch her, and roughly picked up her prone body. Then the pain became too much.

She welcomed unconsciousness happily, hoping to escape all the pain. She needed it and as she began to loose a sense of anything, she discovered that the blackness in her mind welcomed her right back. Soon, she felt nothing.

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Hey... So this is my first story. Please go easy on me. I respect constructive criticism, but I do not want hate comments. You don't like it. Don't read it. I would like to apologize for my grammar and spelling mistakes before hand. This will not be updated every day. I have a life and I may only have time to update once a month. Sorry but I am busy. I would also like to ask for someone to make a cover, message me please.

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⏰ Last updated: May 23, 2014 ⏰

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