Black and White

Chapter 1

"The world is black and white. Grey surrounds you and every turn.

Until you meet your soulmate. And then suddenly color fills your vision.

My name is Elaine. Most people call me Lannie. And I still can't see color. I'm fifteen and most people have at least met their soulmate by now.

But not me. I remain perfectly colorblind. Not even a little bit of color.

Not to mention my parents are art majors and we have paintings every where. My sister sees them and says they're beautiful. But to me they're just grey blobs.

I'm not really sure what to do at this point. I mean, I could just go on with my life and wait for them, or I could go looking.

For some reason, I think that I can wait."

I've just finished writing the last word in the journal when my bedroom door opens.

"Lannie, let's go. We're gonna be late!" My twin sister Hannah yells. We're fraternal twins, not identical, and thank God for that.

I jump up and throw my shoes on. "Alright I'm coming!"

I smear the black paint on and around my eyes and the bridge of my nose. Then I pull on the black hoodie and flip the hood up. Hannah does the same.

"Ready?" I say, picking my pistol up off the counter and tossing Hannah hers. I grab my lock picking and alarm disarming kits and she, her dissecting and gloves kit.

She grins and I laugh. "Hell yeah."

I jump out the window, Hannah close behind. Our phones buzz simultaneously as we hit the grass and we pull them out. On the glowing screens are our instructions.

He will be arriving home at about 6:00. His car is a 2006 Mazda 2. His girlfriend won't be home until around 8:00. That leaves you with about two hours to work with.

I look up at Hannah and snort. "Plenty of time." She laughs and nods. The next message rings in.

The back door has a bad lock. Jiggle it a few times, it should come right open. If not, there's a cellar door right next to it and you know how to pick a lock. There is no alarm system or cameras. Hide in the lounge. There's a small space behind his couch. Get back there as quick as you can.

Hannah laughs again. "She acts like we don't know what we're doing." I nod.

Use chloroform to knock him out, and do it fast, there is no soundproofing.

I look up at Hannah. "You have chloroform in your dissecting kit, right?"

"Yeah. Plenty." She says. I nod again. The next messages come in rapid fire.

Take your pick of disposing methods, I know you guys know best on that subject.

I've put a large supply of cling wrap under the bush out back of his place. You know what to do with it.

Good luck ladies. I'm off to get drunk and be loud for a solid alibi.

Shoot me a message when it's done and I'll let you know where your payment is. Don't make me regret my choice. They say you're the best assassin's around.

Prove it.

Hey guys!! New story. I'm feeling this one in my soul. I feel like that's weird but oh well. Should I continue this?? Let me know in the comments please!!