HIT

Prologue

I was a young girl who has had a very hard childhood. My mother was murdered by a man trying to rob her when she was just exiting an store at night. Me, Roxy Hunter, will never forget that day when my mother didn’t come home that night.

4 years from that horrible incident, my father became very abusive towards me, physically, mentally, and verbally. He had so much anger; he just takes it out on me. He says sorry and I know he really don’t mean to be this way. I forgive him, no matter what. So much pain and sadness built up inside of me at that time though.

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t take the beating that I was getting. So much pain.

At 16, I decided to leave home early, living with a boyfriend of mines, Striker Manson. He was 18; he was the kind of guy you would never want to introduce to your parents. He can be dangerous sometime. I wasn’t sure if it was good idea to be with him because he is somewhat a criminal. Because…He’s a Hitman.

 Killing people is how he makes his money, which pays off very, very well for use together. Yeah, I know he’s a little young to be a Hitman. I don’t understand it either. We never really talked about it.

He taught me so much since we were together, to shoot, fight, and kill. He always told me that I was a fast learner and he loved that about me. He loved everything about me as I loved everything about him. The love for him and his job made me a killing machine just like him. I was doing it for him.

7 year later I’ve advanced so well. I was strong, smart, and even more in love. We we’re partners now, happy and dangerous. Also engaged. Yeah you heard right. Engaged. We had each other’s back. Almost like Bonnie and Clyde.

And then it happened.

Right in front of me.

We thought we had him, Ajax. We didn’t check to see if he was really was dead.

Ajax was a very smart man. This bastard somehow knew our every move. Where we would attack. I thought I had him and it was over. He… he shot his last bullet into Striker.

I … I should of shot him twice! Its my fault. I should have made sure he was dead. He killed my Lover my Fiancé.

I did what I should’ve done in the first place. I shot that piece of shit in this head. 

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so this might, I'm not sure, be my new story. I'm still trying to see how i feel about the concept.