Saving Assassins

Chapter 1

Kayla:

I watched as The newsreporters stared Batman's death from the Joker. I felt bad for Robin, but I had to act happy about it. My dad was around and if I showed a sign of good then it would be bad. I kind of liked the good forces around, Batgirl, Robin, Batman. Now the leader was dead, there really is no hope for anyone in this world.

I watched my father as we fought, training. Apparently the reason that our mission yesterday went sideways was me. Thinking of my father, I remembered all the training I had scars from. He usually won, being more experienced, but he was so evil that he never even acted like I was his daughter until I was in pain.

I went in to trip him as I got him off balance. He also abused me when he didn't get his way. He was my only fear, he is my fear. His elbow connected with the back of my neck and I shot downwards.

I went into a handstand and wrapped my legs around his neck. I pulled my legs downward, sending him tumbling to the floor. We both reached our feet quickly.

We were working in hand to hand combat. Yet, it didn't surprise me when he brought out a knife and went to my face. I turned and It caught my cheek. I barely felt the pain, but I felt the blood run down my face.

Our laptop went off and we both went to it. "Somebody just restocked the bank nearby, I think you can handle that alone." He said, then he was gone, probably to the bar. I grabbed my two machetes and put them in holders that were on my back.

After I secured my machetes, my favorite weapon, I secured a gun to my side. I put a few smoke bombs in my pocket that could be set off by a button. I finished securing weapons along my belt. Then I put on my mask, it covered the bottom half of my face.

I then left on my bike, riding with a duffel bag in my small trunk. I parked in the back of the store, it was pitch dark. I slid in the back door after lockpicking it. I silently ran to where a vault was and placed a sort of bomb on the door.

It began to tick, I shielded from the door. That's when I spotted two other people, wearing a mask. They were my age, and I didn't want to kill them. I guess you never get what you want, especially when your dad is a psychopath.

The boy, Robin I think, ran to my left side and the girl my right. I went after the boy, tripping him with my leg and punching him from above. He was on the ground for the moment and the girl choked me from behind. I bend over and, instead of flipping her over, went back up and hit her on the head with my head.

I think I gave her a concussion, she passed out. The bomb went off, the vault slightly opened. The bomb somehow sent off the sprinklers and the vault set off the alarm. "Why are you doing such a terrible thing?"

I looked over to the boy, then ran to the vault. I started to fill the duffel bag carefully. He closed in behind me, "I don't have a choice, knock me out from behind so it seems I dont notice you. The cameras, but take me before the police can."

I whispered quietly with my head down and felt an elbow make contact with the top of my head. It actually didn't hurt much, and I was conscience. But I decided to play it out and fell limply to the floor. I heard him run to the girl.

I got up and finished the duffel bag. I did it silently and he didn't notice. I ran off, "I'm sorry," that's what I said. I ran into the shadows and left the back door. I got on my bike and sped off.

I got back home and my dad was there. He was drunk, and he seemed really mad. "I watched the camera footage, YOU COULD'VE TAKEN THEM BOTH!" He started yelling, I knew better than to cower, so I stood there blankly.

He took a step towards me, I took a step backwards. He ran at me and tackled me, throwing punches. I kicked at him, he popped a leg out of socket. I screamed, his weight kept him towering over me.

I quit struggling and let him take everything out on me. I let him add to the collection of scars he gave me. That's when he got a little too carried away. I couldn't stop him, so I stopped trying.

He took out a knife and started to slash at my skin. I screamed and punched him off of me. I don't know what came over me, but he was still stronger. And I was injured in a few places.

I couldn't get up, I leaned over my leg and started to angle it. Before I could pop it back into place he was on me again. He stabbed me in my lower right abdomen. I tried to scream, but I held it back, letting my vision darken and eventually I passed out.