The Huntress

That's Mister Pretty Boy to You: Shadow

I wake the next morning to the dark, rainy sunlight flooding in through the single window in the corner of the room. Today I decided to head to town undercover to get some air. The old Chief wouldn't even let us outside besides for missions. That's the best part of being the Chief, not having to listen to other people's rules. No doubt someone would come to challenge me soon, and most likely fail.
I jump swiftly out of bed and go to put on a leather tunic. I realize that girls these days probably don't wear that kind of thing.
Most people don't realize that assassins don't always have to hide their face or kill everyone on sight. We live like normal people only together and with arsenals in our closets. Ah, now I see why people don't trust us. I smile to myself.
I go back to my closet and pull out a red, short dress that stopped at knee. It was the only dress I owned. I went to my closet and pulled out a silver dagger with the red tip. Always keep at least one weapon on you. First lesson. I hid it in a golden handbag that matched my flats and necklace that belonged to Ali. It was an arrow made of gold. It was the only thing I have left of her.
I pull open the door and sneak pass the assassins who wished to talk to me. I don't need this today. I rush out the front door before they spotted me.
Ok, now I know what you're thinking. HOW THE FUCK DO YOU SNEAK PAST AN ASSASSIN?! Ha. Ha. Hmm. First off I'm fucking FABULOUS! Second I know all the tricks by now.
Within two hours I scaled the mountain and reached the town below. I went into a cafe and order a latte. It had been forever since I had gotten a day off, and I intended to spend it alone until I had been interrupted at my own table.
"Don't I know you from somewhere? You look oddly familiar," I look up to see a tall, muscular boy about 5'9. His black hair matches mine with bright blue eyes that seemed to stare into my soul.
"Well I could be on those wanted pictures outside," I look back up at him to see his horrified face.
"God. I'm kidding. Anyway I doubt you know me, pretty boy," I replied.
"That's Mister Pretty Boy to you!" He smirks taking a seat at my table. Yeah sure, have a seat. While your at it take my drink too. I scoff.
"I've met people like you," he says taking a sip of his expresso. Really! You've dealt with psychopathic murderers who've killed their parents. That's nice could I have their names? Maybe we can exchange numbers and get tea sometime.
"Yeah, I doubt it," I say standing up.
"I'm sorry miss. I didn't mean to interrupt you, it's just you intrigue me. I mean you're the one girl who hasn't asked my number," he responds.
"Well. Mister pretty boy, I don't want it. I can fend for myself, and I don't need a man to tell me what and I can and can't do," I scoff at his comment.
"Well can I at least have your name?" he ventures closer to me, practically against me.
"Shadow," I say pushing him away, throwing a hatred glare. "Happy now? I'm not interested in you or whatever you want. I don't care if you're a prince or even a king, because you are already a royal pain in the ass!"
He looks at me shocked like he's never been rejected. I turn to walk away towards the door but notice a strange figure across the road.
"Fuck my life!" I say in a hushed tone. It was an old friend of mine. A mentor. He was looking to kill me. I turn back to pretty boy and grab his arm.
"Damn girl, you're bipolar as hell," he shouts.
Technically hell is always hot and full of anger so yeah. I know that my old mentor had seen me talking to this guy so they'll use him. I have to take him with me.
"Chose. Would you rather I kill you or that man across the street, be quiet or I'll give you to him. Just follow me and you'll be fine," I say as he nods.
Damn what did I get into?