Struggles with the kill

Chapter 1

I shiver at the cold night air as I get off my motercycle. The street is dark, one streetlight illuminates a small section of the road. Underneath it stands the silhouette of a man. His slim body shows no sign of any muscles, though he told me he works out. As I walk closer, his features become visible. His eyes are too close to his absurd big nose. When he catches sight of me, a smirk appears on his thin lips.

"Collin," I say with a cold voice.  "Hello Liz," He gives me a fake smile, "Did  do it?" I return the fake smile, "You and I both know you have to pay me first." He chuckles and shakes his head, "I need you to kill Steven Montaro as fast as possible. I also don't have any money on me right now, so don't be a dumb bitch and just track and kill," His expression went blank. Dumb bitch? We'll see about that

"You know I'm not a dumb bitch, Collin," I say, "A bitch maybe, but surely not dumb." He smirks and his hands reach for his gun, which was stuck between his body and his boxers. Disgusting, I know. "If you're so smart," Collin's voice is low, "then what am I going to do now?" He questioned, a smirk forming on his face.

He held the gun up in front of my head, but before he could pull the trigger, I kicked him in his nuts and he collapsed on the ground. He had let go of his gun, which was now a few feet away from us. He manages to get on his knees.

I let my gun rest at his temple, "You are going to pay me, three thousand dollars to be precise. I know you have it with you." His breath became shaky, a satisfied smirk crept onto my face. 

"Well, what are you waiting for?" His hands reached into his left pocket and I saw a satisfying package of money. Then he pulled a gun out of his right pocket and pointed it right at me.

I did not hesitate to pull the trigger. It was his death or mine, and I do not want to die already, thank you very much. Before I left I checked his pockets and found not only one package of money but two.

He had been prepared to pay me more.

Then my eye caught sight of his passport. Interesting. I got it out of the pocket in the inside of his jacket. Curiously I opened it and saw his picture. He looked a lot younger and his name was also not Collin. Isaac Normo.

The wooden stairs made a loud noise under the pressure of my foot. I flinched, I had tried to be as quiet as possible, because my 3 year old sister Daisy was fast asleep. I checked her room and to my surprise, she was still sleeping. I go to the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror. I saw Liz Brown. I take off the dark makeup and take my hair out of its ponytail.

I used Liz Brown as a fake identity. Liz was cold and had no mercy. The name was inspired by my middle name, which is Elizabeth. For everybody in this business, I'm Liz. For everybody in my normal life, I'm just innocent Rosalie. I am everything but innocent, to be completely honest. I put on my PJ's and get into bed.

Collin, or Isaac's, face flaces before me. Another kill. It's my job, which may sound weird, but it pays amazing and I need to take care of me and my sister. I would never kill anybody who's innocent, or not is this business. The people in this business know the consequenses. I wouldn't say I like my job, but it does make me feel alive. It's the feeling of hunting and being hunted, the rush of adrenaline that it gives.

I do live alone with my three year old sister. Our parents died during a business trip. They owned a very famous (and expensive) five star Hotel chain, Stephens Hotels. They were on a business trip to Dubai, where they were shot by this gang. I don't know who it were, and frankly, I don't want to know.

Me not having parents is something I rather don't talk about. Nobody in my school nows about this, except for one girl. Layla, she used to be my best friend, but then she made out with my ex-boyfriend and spread nasty rumours about me. I despise her now, she's a bitch. But she remembers my secret and it's a matter of time before she tells everybody.