My Masked Assassin

Chapter Twenty One: Walking Up The Side Of A Building

It was painful.

Really, REALLY, fucking painful.

My legs clung to the side of the building as I was already 14 stories into the air. My glutes and stomach were on fire but I still had like 50 more floors to go.

I contemplated why we weren't using grappling hooks to get to the top, but then I realized it would alert the person on top and he'd just push more people off.

I managed to get 5 more stories in when I heard the blood curdling scream of another victim that had been pushed off.

It was just the fuel to my anger I needed to give me another burst of adrenaline and I powered through 20 more floors before I was ready to throw up and pass out from exhaustion.

I'm not gonna make it...

I internally groan to myself.

I'm gonna get stuck up here and probably get blamed for all the deaths.

I breathed out heavily, what am I even doing with my life?

Slowly I continue to make my way forward...up, as I contemplated things.

Here I am, in my early 20s, climbing up skyscrapers to go fight a psychopath instead of living it up and partying my life away. Why couldn't I be a normal lady? Why couldn't I have bestfriends and social problems? Why couldn't I just be normal and have man troubles like everyone else...?

Well, I knew the answer to all those questions.

Life had already fucked me up too much.

I'm barely more than 2 decades on this earth and I've seen, experienced and lived through more shit than war veterans.

That's a little egotistical, don't you think?

I snarl at myself.

I've been through abandonment, poverty, homelessness, rape, murder, homicides, suicides, mass riot, terrorist attacks, bombings, and countless other horrors.

"So, ya, I'm not being egotistical at all" I snap at myself.

I hear my phone ring.

"Talk to me." I say cheerily into the phones receiver, then realized holding the phone up to my ear made things much worst. I contemplate putting the phone call on speaker mode but I probably wouldn't be able to hear due to the high altitude. But I didn't have my earbuds with me so speaker it was.

"Hey look at that, I covered 3 more floors" I absently say out loud.

"Ya, but you have a quarter of a ways to go" I hear Tom ridicule me from the other end of the line.

I put the phone on speaker and stuck it between my headband and forehead to keep my hands free.

"Unless you have a potion that'll let me sprout wings and get me up this wall faster, please leave me alone" I huff out. "Simply talking to you is not helping my situation"

"Look down," Tom simply says.

"Why?" I asked, his question literally came out of nowhere "You know I don't have fear of heights"

"Just do it. It's getting painful watching your slow ascent." Tom said, probably watching me from the comfort of his living room couch. "Like watching a turtle eat," he grumbled. "Just do it!"

"Alright! Fine!" I twist my head around in mild frustration and look down.

"IIIIEEEEIYYYYIII!!!"

I frantically swivel back, trying my best to grab onto something solid but all my arms got was air. Panic welled in my throat.

Dear sweet mayple syrup I am freaking high up!!!

In my attempt to steady my body my phone slips from my head band.

"Oh shit-!" I tried to grab for it but it was already sailing towards the ground.

Tom owes me a new phone! I growl at myself.

But in my attempt to grab my phone I'd unknowingly looked down again. My breathing begins to hitch.

I lift one leg up, feel my body tip back down as if to fall, and I barrel my way up the remaining floors.

I pass by glass window panels with lightning speed as I'm once again reminded that fear was a much better motivator then adrenaline. Time and time again, several different situations just confirmed it.

When I was one floor away from the roof I round around the back of the building and pulled myself up onto the roof. I slide flat onto the concrete and breathed a sigh of relief. I threw off the GDMB boots and relished the feel of my free toes, wiggling them around in gratitude.

Before I go too distracted I flip back up and hid behind the Roof Entrance that lead to the roof. Again I wondered why the SWAT teams didn't just use grappling hooks to climb up this side of the building. But then I got my answer when I heard someone coming around the corner.

"I better check to make sure no one is trying to get up through my blind siiiide!" I hear a male voice sing. "After that it's your turn to take a quick fall Cindy"

I hear the muffled antagonized cries of a woman. I run around the corner before I was seen and I try my best to be silent. And my lack of footwear helped so much.

"Now remember mates," I heard the guy say cheerily as he disappeared behind the roof entrance, "no tipping backwards to fall on the roof. That will just ensure I push you first, off the roof" he says sweetly, like he was having a friendly chat with a friend over coffee.

I look around and saw a wing of people, kneeled across the rim of the roof. Their hands tied behind their back and their arms bound together my tight ropes. Their mouths all covered shut with white bandanas.

The lady who was probably Cindy was crying shitloads of tears as she tried to scream through her mouth restraints. Buckets worth of tears stained her face as she fought her restraints.

"Hmmm...what are these?" I hear the male voice asked aloud.

I instantly freeze.

Shit! I forgot the boots!

I swiftly turn back and see the tips of the boots being carried back from around the corner, I run to go hide around the other edge when I catch a sight of Cindy from the corners of my eyes.

From all the tears that racket her body she wiggled ever so slightly...and tipped forward...

Time freezes as I race forward and catch her by the rope and I yank her back to fall safely at my feet.

"Oh!" I turn my head to the man at the sound of his cheery voice.

He saw me.

"Looks like a new friend joined use my fellow co-workers..."

The way he spoke almost freaked me out at much as his creepy smile. He looked like those hosts on kids shows for toddlers. Explaining everything and smiling a whole freaking lot.

"Sorry Jeff-" the guys hand drops my boot and in rapid succession reaches out lightning fast towards the body closet to him tied up on the roof edge.

The look on the man's face was haunting as his face instantaneously gets wiped of all emotion and his eye glowed white with ominous intentions. His smile was gone and the cheery note in his voice vanished. His face looked like that of an emotionless doll.

"-looks like you're getting a swift and abrupt...demotion."

And he pushed the person named Jeff off the roof...