Shot Through the Heart

Chapter 1

Your P.O.V.

I got out of the taxi, dressed in a long, flowing (f/c) gown, my (e/c) eyes twinkling, my (h/c) hair in an elegant top knot. I was at a gala hosted by one of the richest men in the city. I was only there because my, thankfully, ex-boyfriend had gotten me invited. He won't show up, I made sure of that. Stepping lightly in (color) heels I made my way up to the hotel doors.

"Name, ma'am?" The clerk said.

"(y/n) (l/n) please, should be under Reese."

He looked over his list for a moment then looked back up and smiled, "Welcome, Ms. (L/n).

I smiled back. Turning, I continued on my path to the lobby, I did not know many of the people here, and that ment I could blend with the crowd. People with money rarely have any brains for anything except socializing and deceit. A scowl graced my features before they returned back to a neutral expression with the smallest ghost of a smile.

I paused for a moment to let a shiver run down my spine. I knew that feeling, it only happened if I was in or getting into danger. It had saved my life before. I looked to my right, only to see a young, blonde man dressed in suspenders talking to some girls. He had baby blue eyes and glasses, as well as sporting a cowlick.

He looks cute.

My head snapped over to my left, a well-dressed man with messy blonde hair and large eyebrows was sitting at a table, his emerald eyes glancing over the menu.

And so does he.

I shook my head.

If they both weren't trying to kill me.

Nothing is amiss. Not yet.

But not for long.

***

Arthur's P.O.V.

I glanced around over my menu. My target was supposed to be here tonight. I locked my eyes on the entrance. She came through he door. She was a beauty, I'll grant her that, she looked even better in that (f/c) gown, but I'm not here to talk to her, I'm here to kill her.

FLASHBACK

I had just learned that I had a mission, someone wanted someone else dead. I had done this before, but this time it was a little different.

A file was left at the drop point, along with a briefing on the target. I slipped it into my bag and headed to my hotel room.

Back at the hotel I opened the file, which was surprisingly thin, to see the face of a girl, no more than 25 looking up at me. All that was in the file aside from the picture was the usual i.d. form and a note. Normally there were pictures of the target in various places and, if I was lucky, an address, but there was none of that. As I picked up the form, the note fell to the floor.

The form had very little information on it, I expected better from H.Q.

(Y/N) (L/N)

Age: 22

Gender: Female

D.o.B: (your birthday)/1995

Notes:

No known aliases. Resides in (city). Not much is known about the target.

I looked over the sheet at the picture of the girl who looked like she couldn't hurt a fly.

Who would want a girl like this dead?

I looked at the briefing paper from H.Q.

MISSION: Dispose of (Y/n) (L/n)