Assassin

Assassin - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - Falcon

Alice’s P.O.V.

I waited in Central Park, tapping my foot against the muddy soil impatiently. The shadows of a willow tree hiding my presence as its green leaves loomed over me. Cecilia’s late, and when I mean late, I mean really late, like 45 minutes late. I thought, checking the time on my wrist watch. What the hell!

My eyes fluttered shut as I started to somewhat relax, the cold wind ruffling my clothes and stinging my bare legs. The moon that rose high in the sky was playing hide and seek; it was visible one second then hiding behind the clouds the other. That made me think of last night, the game I played with Wesler, hide and kill. A smile threatened to come out, the corner of my lips twitching.

I slowly peeled open an eye as a low purring noise increased in volume when a sleek black car drove up to the gate entrance of the park. One of the tinted windows rolled down revealing the driver. The wind whipped her orange-brown hair, her eyes searching the park for someone. I pushed off the side of the tree bark I was leaning on and stepped outside the darkness, though I don’t think it helped much to see me. I probably looked like a ghostly silhouette because my black clothes camouflaged with the blackness that surrounded me.

The girl in the car turned around facing the front clearly waiting for someone, so I crept up to her without her noticing. I breathed in deeply and placed my lips close to her ear.

“Boo!” I breathed out, my steamy breath hitting her cold red ear.

“AAAGH!” She screamed, jumping out of her skin and bumping into the roof of the car.

I burst out laughing hysterically, quacking like a retarded duck. She turned her face towards me and glared, narrowing her eyes even more when she realised that it was me.

“Alice! What the hell is your problem-” she shouted.

“Before you start… shouting at me… re-remember that… HA! HA! (your face!)” I interrupted but burst out laughing before I could finish.

“Phew…” I sighed once my laughter died down; my cheeks hurt by laughing too much.

“Now where was I? Oh, yeah, before you start shouting at me remember that you left me waiting out here for forty-five minutes in the fricking cold!” I harshly said, scowling.

“Shut up, I was busy, now get in the car.” She ordered. Wow, great excuse.

I walked to the other side and hopped in, not bothering with my seatbelt like always.

“Next time at least text me.” I mumbled, staring out the side window. I was itching to ask her what she was planning but I kept my mouth shut since I knew that she wouldn’t tell.

We drove in silence for a good half hour before she finally pulled up at a mansion like house. There was a gate dividing the outside world from the territory of the house. On the middle of it, in gold cursive writing, was the one word ‘Falcon’.  White spoke into an intercom thingy that they have in a rich persons place.

“Number 3, White Cat. Open.” Was all she said.

With a loud creak the gate opened, allowing us to enter. Inside there was a fountain at the heart of the drive way, creating a roundabout. Two mermaids, back to back, were spreading their arms out, water cascading down in mini waterfalls from their stone hands. Luscious green trees were surrounding the area restricting our view. The house was made of bricks, dark brown ones, and its tiled roofs were black. It looked like mansion in a horror movie, but more alluringly beautiful.

Celia hopped out of the car and handed the keys to a chauffeur. I followed her out and walked up the stone cobble steps that led up to the entrance. It looked like one of those Victorian mansions in the inside. Paintings strewn on the walls, little tables against the wall holding a vase each with colourful flowers, a red velvet carpet laid on top of the hard wooden floors, there were many hallways and brown wooden doors. People in similar dark clothing were walking about, all of them in possession of a weapon. Most of them either had swords or guns.

We weaved in and out of hallways towards huge double wooden doors, the only doors that were white - or any other colour for that matter - that I have seen in this building. Cecilia knocked loudly on the door three times and opened one of them after hearing a faint ‘come in’.

“Number 3, White cat here. I have brought Black Cat with me.” Cecilia said instantly once the door shut behind me.

The room looked like a normal office: book shelves, office desk, and computer, except for the fact that the desk was in the middle of the huge room full of space and not at the back.

The man sitting on the chair had his back towards me, but he turned around when he heard what Cecilia had said. He had jet black hair that cupped his angular face and red piercing eyes. He wore a tight black shirt that showed his muscled chest underneath a short sleeved long black jacket. A pair of black gloves was on his hands and two silver cross necklaces were around his neck. Black was the only colour on him apart for the silver designs.

“Ah, so this is the famous Black Cat I’ve been hearing so much about lately. Quite a looker too.” He commented. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and gag.

“It’s her seventeenth birthday today and she has lasted with me for seven years now. The longest any other person had lasted. You must fulfil the agreement now.” Cecilia informed.

I gave her a side glance, confused, then returned my eyes back to the man in front. He nodded his head, his eyes still glued to me, scanning me up and down.

“Your full name?”

“Alice Crawford.” I replied, not breaking eye contact from his intimidating gaze.

“Weapon?”

“Katana.” He nodded his head at my answer then stood up.

“Do you, Alice Crawford, accept the invitation to join Falcon?” he asked standing in front of me, his right hand angled on his heart and his left hand behind his back.