Killer Love

Chapter Three

After my little pity party in the shower, I head into the study where the laptop is located. I need to go over my cover story again and again until I memorize it. This is who I will be for however long it takes to get rid of this Styles guy.

I notice that I am using my actual first name for this assignment. I skim through the pages and look for pieces that stick out to me. I'll go more into depth tomorrow.

"Let's see," I mumble.

I moved from up north for my parents' work. They're in business and are gone a lot for work trips. I have no siblings or pets. Homeschooled for my whole life because of the traveling. Blah blah blah. I look at the classes I'm taking with him. Mostly all AP's. So this kid is smart. Hopefully not too smart.

It is a little strange that they want to kill a high schooler. He must be pretty bad if he has a target like this on his back.

I get a message on the laptop. It's Louis with another quick target for me. I guess they want me multitasking while I'm staying here. Figures. My deadline is forty-eight hours from now.

I forward all the information to my secure smartphone (one that the tech department created just for me) and program the coordinates onto it. I list out what errands I need to get out of the way. I am sure I have time to do them tomorrow and take the guy out with time to spare.

***

The next day, I go shopping for extra clothes. The kind of clothing that actually flatters me and doesn't make me look like a hobo stuck in the 90's.

I drive to the nearest mall. It isn't crowded this Tuesday morning, which makes my job a lot easier. I hit multiple stores like Forever 21, Hollister, and Urban Outfitters. I make sure to pick out clothes that are comfortable and in neutral colors. I buy blue and black jeans, leggings, basic tees and long sleeves, hoodies. Of course, I remember to buy other things that I know a high school girl would wear. I even pause by Victoria's Secret and decide to treat myself. It's not like I am actually paying for the clothes.

I walk out of the mall with multiple bags in my hands. I'm sure some people think that I'm some spoiled rich kid. After loading the bags in the trunk of the car, I head over to the grocery store. It's located less than ten minutes away from where I live.

I ride my shopping cart through the aisles, chucking bread, bags of chips, and boxes of pasta and rice into it. I make sure I have different types of fruits, vegetables, and meats. I have gotten fairly good at making my own meals.

I commit the layout of the store to memory so that the next time I come, this process goes by faster. I am already bored out of my mind. I also don't want to make going here a weekly habit so I make sure to stock up on the things that do not spoil quickly..

I check the time on my watch. I'm cutting it close, but I still have time to put everything away and head to my next hit two towns over. It needs to be done while it's dark so I will leave about an hour before the sun sets, which is too bad because I really wanted to go surfing today. It has been a while since I have been to the beach.

When I get home and put the stuff away, I change into an all-black outfit. Black boots, black pants made out of this really stretchy and comfortable material, my favorite black combat boots, black tank, and a black jacket.

I make sure all the doors are locked and the windows are sealed before heading out into the garage and hopping on my bike. I like how the bike feels alive when I'm on it. It has been a part of me for a while now. I open the garage door, rev the engine, and kick off.

***

"I'm surprised," I say, circling around the man on his knees in front of me. "Most people start to beg right about now."

He spits the blood out of his mouth. "I am not like most people," he sneers.

I pull a knife out of my boot and put him in a head lock. "Glad to hear it. Neither am I."

"I have heard of you people," he continues. "About what you blindly do with no questions asked."

I swallow hard, my face stony as I wait to see if he'll continue.

"You're stupid if you think that everyone you have killed deserved to die."

"I don't think about who deserves what.  That is not my job. This is my job." I need no effort to slide the knife over his neck, painting a bright red smile. My fingers are instantly coated in his blood and I grimace as I let him drop to the ground. Gross. I wipe the blade on my leg.

I press a pinky against my ear piece. "Lou, you know the drill."

"Are you done?" he ask.

I sigh. "Of course I am. Why do you think I said that?"

"Okay... Is something wrong?"

I shake my head, momentarily forgetting that he can't see me. "I'm fine. Just cranky from being tired and having blood on my new clothes. I'll just go soak them in water overnight and sleep."

"Cleanup will be there in ten minutes. Don't forget to memorize your cover."

"You don't need to remind me every time. I won't forget."

"Just following protocol, Y/N. You know how it is."

I look at the dead body at my feet. "Yeah, I do."