Assassin From Hell

~1.An Average Day At Work~ *edited*

  
   The fumes of cigarette smoke and sweat were thick in the air. An irritating burning feeling on the back of my neck was from the stares of all the filthy drunk men in the club. Gross. I mentally cringed as I swiftly navigated through the night club with one purpose.

To get the job done.

I didn't need those extra things people had in their lives like relationships or college. At this moment, there was only one objective in my head.

While I traveled the back of the club, I felt someone tap my shoulder. The whiff of the strong putrid whiskey breath was all I needed to know that there was a drunk scumbag getting in the way of my job. I sighed and turned around to see a drunk forty year old man. He was trying to seduce me but unfortunately for this guy, he just became another victim on my long list off people who pissed me off.

   "Why don't we leave this place babe?" he slurred with puffs of failure and whiskey escaping his horrid mouth. He was really a pain in the ass with his watering eyes and flushed skin.

   I exhaled slowly. The only response I gave him was a hard knee in the balls and my trademark smirk. He crumbled to the ground groaning in pain. I straightened out my skin tight dress and strutted away with a huge smile on my face while the drunk behind me groaned in pain.

   Now to the task at hand. I shuffled my feet into a small corridor and went to the last door at the end of the hall. My fingers grasped the door knob and twisted it without an ounce of fear in me. My eyes scanned around and saw multiple men sitting at a table currently playing a game of poker. Only one of the men acknowledged my existence.

   Victim spotted.

   I knew because I memorized his face from his file. He immediately shot up like a pop tart and threw all his cards and money on the table to sprint for a door behind him. I immediately sprinted after him in these wretched stilettos.

   Fine you wanna play, but we all know who wins this game.

   I followed the man through the same door which lead me outside of the club. In my line of vision, he was still running away. He quickly lost his breath and stopped to pull out his gun from his holster. He aimed it straight for me with shaky hands and nervous eyes.

   Now most people would be scared having a gun held at them but you don't know me. I wasn't even nervous at all. I laughed at his attempt to protect himself as I pulled out two of my knives strapped on my thighs from under my dress. He didn't even have time to react as I threw one for his heart and the other for his neck.

   His body fell to the ground in a matter of seconds.

   Dead.

   I examined him for the last time. His eyes were wide with fear. My knives hit perfectly in the spots I intended them to hit.

   I didn't even feel any remorse after because he was only a task to finish.

   Objective complete.

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Leena