My hair bounced as I skipped along the hallways, making sure to avoid tripping on the bodies littering the ground.
Wait. I think I've forgotten something....
My mental To-do list;
1-get kidnapped. Check
2-get tortured. Check
3-escape. Check
4-brutally kill, 'ugly' and 'bull face'. Check
5- kill everyone else nicely. Check
6-skip down the halls to the exit and continue enjoying life. Check
Yep everything's done.... except.
7- help that poor ass cop escape.
Fuckkkkkk.
Ughhh. My shoulders slouch, why'd I have to say I'd get him out?
I grab a cell from the pocket of one the dead thugs on the floor and dial 911.
"911 what's your emergency?"
"Hey. Well long story short. I've been held captive by a gang, along side with one of your own, most of them are dead now but some probably need medical attention"
Serious medical attention haha.
"I don't know our exact location but you can track this cell so get on with that. Ok I'm going now cya."
"Wait please miss wa-"
I chucked the phone on the body,I didn't hang up which gives them Time to track the cell. I went back to where I left ugly's body took the keys and went to the basement.
"Honey, I'm home."
Joyfully skipping down the stairs.
"You escaped. Didn't think you'd pull it off. I guess we've got to be quick now."
"Nope not really. Everyone's dead or probably not in a chasing mood. And that hurts, you didn't think I could pull it off."
I put the keys on the table in the room. And then I stepped closer to the detective.
"Shit your covered in blood, why's there blood in your mouth? Are you hurt?"
I laughed, what I couldn't help it.
"What's funny?"
"You. No I'm not hurt sweetheart."
I skip away from him and pick up my stuff which was so kindly left on the side when I was first bought in. I slip into my skinny leathers and then sheath all my babies (my knives obviously) and then my guns, and explosives, and then last but definitely not least I take my prized possession, my lighter and pack of menthol. Taking out on of my cigarettes I light it drawing in a long breathe.
Ahhhh.
"Want one?"
I offer one to the still chained detective.
"No thanks. Could you just get me out of these?"
He rattles the chains.
"No can do. You see when I un-chain you. There's nothing stopping you trying to take me in or follow me and I'm not in the mood to worry about that you see I'm just here to keep you company till your buddies get here. Which should be in about 5 minutes."
"What are you on about?"
"You see when this is over and all your buddies come to the rescue you will be told that I'm dangerous and evil, the 'bad guy' and you might sit there for a minute thinking its not true."
"And it won't be, right?"
I smirked. Sirens could be heard in the distance.
I turned around, and walked away from him.
"What's your name detective?"
"My name?"
He sounded confused it made me smile more.
"Yes your name. I don't know it."
"It's Damien. I'm 22. What about you?"
"Me. I haven't got a name. Just a face even that hasn't got a name."
The sirens are louder now. I continue walking to the door.
"Damien. Don't look for me."
With that I leave.
My name. I don't have a name, maybe I did once have a name and a life but now I'm no one.
I'm an assassin.
I'm emotionless.
I'm strong.
I'm alone.
I'm determined.
I'm ruthless
I'm dangerous, and do you know why?
The main reason I'm feared. It's because
I'm heartless.
YOU ARE READING
"I'm sorry. I'm just heartless"
ActionMy eyes met hers. She looked through me, her gun raised to me head. I felt the the sharpest pain in my chest, like a knife had just been driven through me. A sigh escaped her as her eyes, full of pity, rested on me. She shook her head, there was...
