A Killers Heart Stolen

Name: Kaira Simins

Call sign: Canary

AKA: Beautiful Grimm

Age: 19

Occupation: Assassin

Location: Honolulu, Hawaii

My life has been about raising a killer, and having me go into the family buisness. My parents are also assassins along with almost all of my family, except my baby sister. My parents only wanted one girl so right after she was born they actually did leave her on some footsteps. It was a wealthy couplewho couldn't have kids but wanted one. I was ten at the time; I wanted a baby sister. I kept tabs on her, but never got close. I have three older brothers who could care less about her.

All of us were home schooled by my mother, when she wasn't "working." She put everything in terms of killing. like force for example; she put it into how much force it would take to break a grown man's neck.

I learned the basics: guns, knives, poison, and hand-to-hand. I could take down my brothers by the time I was 7. Like I said, a born killer. I was never "granted" the privledge of a normal life. Though I craved for one so despretly bad. 

In my room, instead of teen heart throbs there are survailence photos. Instead of a wooden desk for homework, a clear plastic desk to connect invisible dots of targets. I had combat boots where girls should have heels. Binoculars where there should be fun sunglasses. Poisonous gases where perfume should be. As I have pointed out before, a breed assassin.

I have had 18 successful kills, the first being when I was 14. I was taught that I was saving people, which this first guy, I was. Antonio Vendera was a drug lord that raped and murdered 20 women and children. I took pride in killing him. My oldest brother, Garrett, was with me, to make sure that the deed was done. I remember the smell of the sweat in the bar. I spoke to him and then "accidentally" poked him with my ring, which was laced with a leathal poison. It only took about 25 seconds to take effect in which I then left with my brother as my escort.  When I left the door I could hear the crash on the floor where he fell. My parents were paid by the US government to take him out.

The US government is usually who we take jobs from but we do get other offers. My family has a reputation for getting in, get the job done and get out, with out having anyone the wiser. That is the only reason we haven't been arrested, also do to the fact that we are basically untracable. 

I am slowly becoming a ruthless killer, the very thing that my parents wanted. Though when they aren't looking I become a regular teenager, using my parents secure wi-fi, which I am not allowed to use unless it's for a job, to listen to Pandora. Music is what keeps me from becoming a complete monster or a machine. 

When I turn 20 I will be leaving, unlike my brothers who are still living at home when they are 25, 22, and 21. Pathetic if you ask me. I will be 20 in three days and I have already purchased an apartment in Montara Califronia. Close to the beach where is like home, here in Hawaii. Also there are shooting ranges near to keep my skills sharp. I can pay for the expensive apartment because I have taken some ridiculously pricy jobs. Lerading my bank account to be more than 3 million dollars. Let's just say that buisness is good.

I know that I could never fall in love with a normal guy because of my background. Though since I read romance novel, I wish that it could happen for me. That will never happen which I am sort of willing to accept.

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So I thought of this idea while I was watching a movie and I thought it would be cool. Comment and tell me if it is worth continueing. BTW picture of Kaira. Comment and Vote please :)