I dash through the cafe with pretty boy trailing behind. I take a leap and I'm on the counter pulling myself into the ceiling's opening. The ceiling was open to the outside so I thought it was the best escape route. I finally pull myself into the opening and look down to see pretty boy still standing up on the counter below.
"Hurry the fuck up! We don't have all day!" I swing down and pull him up.
"Holy shit! How'd you do that?" pretty boy asks. I think I'll just call him PB for short. I stand next to him and look into the cafe to see assassins staring up at me.
"Damn I didn't know I was this high on the kill list!" PB says.
"You think this is about YOU!? God you're so full of yourself!" I take my dagger from my handbag. Damn I chose the wrong day to wear a dress. PB stares at the long knife in my hand. I walk to the edge of the roof and look across to the next shop. About five feet. I step back.
"You are aware of the five guys chasing us right?" PB asks.
"Eight."
"What?"
"There are eight guys chasing us," I say still backing up.
"Oh, I'm sorry for not being specific enough!" he shouts. I put my blade between my teeth and run full speed towards the gap. I leap across swiftly and look to PB who is standing mouth wide across from me. I grab a weirdly convenient placed board and place it over the ledge for PB.
"Come on slowpoke!" I say as he slowly makes his way across the board.
"Well it's not like I can jump five feet or was it eight?!" he complains. Across the way I saw the assassins on the roof. I knocked the board down and smashed a window in the roof. I dropped down inside and cut my hand on the glass.
"Watch out for the gla-"
"Oof! FUCK!" PB lands hands first on the broken shards of glass. I scoff and take his hands. Blood pours everywhere. I take my knife and cut two strips off of his expensive shirt.
"HEY THATS-"
"Saving your hand," I cut off his complaint. I wrap it around his hands and tie them.
"Take yourself to a doctor, I'll run them off," I turn to walk away, but he grabs my good hand.
"Hey wait. Shadow. I'm sorry for being such a dick wad. Honestly I'm not like that at all, I just wanted to impress you and now I see that's not how to win you over. If there's a way to make-"
"Just don't. I know where this goes," I pause him, "I'm not one for being friendly. And I didn't treat you right, so let's have a proper introduction and I'll be going."
"Well, okay I guess. I'm Colton," he stick his hand out and I see the pain flare in his eyes. I smile.
"Shadow. Shadow Alister," I say grabbing his hand and watch wince looking at the ground.
"Wait a second I know that-" I hear him say after looking up, but I'm already to far to hear him. I laugh when I imagine the look on his face after I disappeared. Colton. Interesting.
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The Huntress
Short StoryThis heartbreaking, sarcastically funny and bad-ass novel is about sixteen year old Shadow Alister and Colton Foster. Shadow isn't the average teenager. She's apart of the Assassin's League, the leader of it actually. Now she's out for revenge. A...