Writing Prompts

Her Assassin

I walked down the long hallway towards the office of my target. I had just been hired to kill the head of state by someone I didn't know. I wasn't sure why he wanted him dead, but who cares. Money is money. And I was getting paid big for this one. A usual job would get me about a million or so, but I was offered three hundred million for this one. I couldn't refuse.

My heals clicked down the long hall way. As faced passed, I kept my gaze ahead. I wasn't drawing attention to myself, now remaining completely hidden. My dress hid my guns and my knife. I would probably have to use my knife for this one. There were too many civilians near by.

I looked up at a security camera to make sure the light was off. I had about five minutes before they would automatically turn back on, so I needed to cross off my target and get out before then. It was plenty of time.

I eventually made it to the door of the man I was sent to kill. A shiny plate that read Chris Tebow was plastic on his door. Two security guard stood outside his room.

"Hello, I'm here to meet Mr. Tebow." I smiled at the men who looked at me unsure.

"Do you have an appointment?" One of them asked.

"No, I'm an old friend of his. Just ask, he'll let me in." They looked at each other as if to ask what they should do. Finally, the other one spoke up.

"Alright, I'll let him know Ms.-"

"Crimson. Alice Crimson." I gave him the fake name I picked for this job.

"Alright, Ms. Crimson. Just give us a moment." He turned around and swiped his security card on a panel next to the door, unlocking it. "Mr. Tebow," he opened the door. "There's a Ms. crimson here too-" before he could finish, I punched him directly in the throat, cutting off his voice. He stumbled back into the office. Before the other one could register what was happening, I quickly elbowed him in the ribs, then threw him over my hips into the room as well.

I quickly got into the room, shutting the door. One of them was running to the emergency button on the wall. Before he could reach it, I pulled my knife out and threw it at him, knocking him down.

He's dead probably, I thought to myself as I prepared for the other one's attacks. He lunged at me but missed as I stepped out of the way and caught his arm. I twisted it behind his back, hearing a loud snap. Before he could scream, I jumped up on him behind his back, putting him in a sleeper choke hold. he struggled and clawed at my arms, but I simply held on. He tried slamming backward into the wall to break me off, but he was too weak by then and slowly passed out from lack of oxygen.

When he fell over, I checked his pulse. Dead. Good, I can't have any witnesses. I checked that the other one was dead as well, then I walked over to Mr. Tebow who was shaking in his seat. I smirked.

"Mr. Tebow is it," I sat down in the chair across from him. His eyes darted to the two dead security guards on the floor, then back to me.

"What do you want?"

"Have you ever heard of the GAC?"

"N-no."

"Well," I stood up and walked over to the guy I threw a knife at. "They've heard of you." I been down and pulled the knife from his back, wiping the blood off. "Do you know why they sent me here?" I asked looking back at him. His face turned white. I looked at my watch. Only forty-five seconds until I needed to get out. "They want you dead." He quickly stood up, knocking his chair over. He tried to back away.

"S-stay away from me!"

"Sorry, nothing personal. Just three-hundred million dollars." I laughed and threw the knife, hitting him directly in the heart. Then I heard knocking at the door.