An Assassin's Trust [Watty Awards]

Chapter One

Okay, so this is the first story that I've ever written. I hope you guys enjoy it. :)

I'm dedicating this to MilleniaStar because I know you'll read it, oh and because I freaking love you baby. <3

On the right is a picture of Jade. I know for a fact that Susan Coffey is going to play her, I'm just still stumped on whose going to play Sam! I'm thinking Hayden Christensen, but I'm still not sure.. SO suggestions please! :)

Copyright © 2012 Alethia Williams. All rights reserved.

"Again Jade, more force this time!" He shouted. I was trying to perfect my roundhouse to aerial hook kick. I had my roundhouse down, as well as my aerial hook, but now I just had to put the damn thing together.

I used all of the force in my body to kick my father. I'm not sure if he just wasn't expecting me to get it on my third try or what, but he fell to the ground clutching his ribs.

"Shit Dad, you alright?" I asked, but I already knew the answer. My dad rarely ever felt pain anymore. He was probably just caught off guard by the force of my kick.

"Bloody hell Jade, I wasn't expecting you to land it that quickly. You're skills have improved so much; you may even be as good as I was at your age." He said, getting up from the ground while slightly chuckling. He had a proud look in his eyes that I only got to see on rare occasions like this.

"Well, I've learned from the best." I said, smiling at his compliment. Those were also extremely rare.

"Right then, let's move on." He said, getting ready to teach me another move. My father has been training me for last ten years in every martial art, from Jiu-Jitsu to Krav Maga, since I was the age of six. I've been taught not only how to fight, but also how to use weapons, how to create explosives, how to lie without a hint of detection, how to speak seven different languages, how to live off the land, and most importantly I've been taught how to kill a man in too many ways to count. At the age of sixteen I was more deadly than most field agents in the CIA.

My father was the best assassin in all of Europe, but his one fault was not being able to save my mother. He told me that he will always wish that he got home in time to save her from those two assassins while he was sent on a decoy mission.

My mother was an assassin as well, the second best in all of Europe, but she had been off duty for a while, being a mother and taking care of me. She never wanted me to be a part of her and my father's lifestyle; she wanted me to be a normal kid and have a normal life.

That was one thing my mother and father didn't agree on. After she passed, he felt that it was necessary for me to learn these essential skills to fend for myself, but I hoped one day to find the person that ordered my mother's death. The moment I got my hands on that wankstain, he would be begging for me to kill him.

"That's enough physical training for today Jade, now I think it's time to do some mental training." He stated, giving me that knowing look because he knew mental training was my least favorite part of all. Physical training comes so natural to me that I don't even have to think about it, just now I had been training and I hadn't even realized it.

"Can't we just skip it today?" I asked with a hopeful expression. I looked up into the cloudy sky and felt the cool breeze wash over my face, praying with someone up there to let him say yes.

All he did was give me a pointed look that pretty much said I was not getting out of mental training today. "Fine" I sighed, feeling defeated once again, my dad wasn't exactly the push-over type.