Kissable Assassin

Chapter 4

You had to have it all, well have you had enough? You greedy little bastard, you will get what you deserve. When all is said and done, I will be the one to leave you in the misery and hate what you’ve become.

I'm waiting by an iron gate when Pete arrives in a white limozine. I couldn’t feel more embarrassed, wearing a professional-looking black dress that fell to my knees and bright red lipstick. I looked like a 16-year-old Fergie. The tinted window rolled down and the face I recognized from the picture appeared. He had dark brown hair that rested just above his ears and a fairly normal face. He didn't look bad, but he didn't look good either.

"What do ya wan?" He slurs. Great. Another drunk one.

"I am Tessa LaPre and I am here to give you a mission, as ordered by-"

"Ok whatever meet meh at the fronth door Mishus Tesha," He slurs again, his voice lacking the eloquence I tried to radiate. Absolutely disgusted, I follow the limo in my heels up to the house. It's pretty huge, being owned by this apparently rich man. Our home was a small cabin that someone built 4 years ago. We killed the last owners...but that didn't matter anymore. Pete staggers out of his car and waits for me on his front steps. He lets me into his house and I walk in, hands in front of me. I had to look professional.

"Thank you, Mr. Jacobson," I say. We're in a hallway.

"So what's thish mishon?" He asks through sloppy speech.

"Assassination," I reply with a flirtatious gaze that actually could've looked serious.

"Oh reeeeaallllllly? Ofth who?" I step forward as he speaks. He seems to check me out for a moment.

"The President of the United States. And then the Vice President. And it won't be easy, so your employer chose you for the job," I say. Ew. Another step toward him.

"And what'sh in it for meh?" He pushes further. Perfect. My cue came early. I take the last step and push him into the wall. "Ha-ha! This is what'sh in it for meh!" He laughs. Good thing I put my switchblade in my bun with my lighter. I let him do whatever he wanted with me for a few minutes, just as I was told. He is fumbling with his manhood when I pull out my switchblade and stab his shoulder. He yelps after I take it out. Before he can call for someone, I rip my blade across his chest sharply. He falls to the ground, gasping for breath. I lean down next to him and look him in the eye.

"Remember Marceline?" I whisper before jamming my knife into his heart with my bare hands. Then I get to work. I start upstairs and gradually get back to him, setting everything on fire. Including his carcass.

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It only took me two hours to walk from his mansion to our cabin. And it had gotten kind of cold. Jayde embraces me when I walk through the door, her red hair getting caught in my mouth. I step out of the hug a few seconds later awkwardly.

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The week passed. No sign or word from Chris. I still couldn't care less. I told them that the deal was between Jayde and Zac, but they obviously begged to differ. I had to help them. Well...kind of. They walked around town looking for him, but found nothing. I pretended to look. As a matter of fact, I glanced around the places I went in, and faked my disappointment every time we met up again. It was a week before we saw anything.

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I was in a small convenience store, in the storage room when I hear Chris's voice. We’d broken in after they closed, and scoped the place out.

"I know she doesn't look like much but she can and will do anything we tell her too," he says. I flatten against the wall so they couldn't see me.

"She's just a girl who's done a few jobs. We're real serial killers who know what we're doing! We're better off just killing all of them! I'm sure they've been looking for you anyway! That will make it easy!" The man he was talking to retorts.

"She may be just a girl but she's killed more in two years than I have in five!" Chris argues. They're silent for a moment.

"Fine. But just the girl! Then you kill the other two! Time is running out, Chris. It's been two weeks. They're probably looking for you," he says. Chris murmurs consent and stomps off. Toward me.

I know he saw a glimpse of me because he yells, "HEY!" After me. But I don't stop. I keep running as fast and hard as I can. When I look over my shoulder, Chris is a few yards behind me. I don't have time to stop when I look back forward when I crash into a display of cracker boxes. The shit topples over on me as I fall to the ground. I scramble up and keep sprinting.

I only get a few meters when I feel a hammerlock hold on my arm. The hand around it squeezes so hard that I can't help but cry out. When I torn to look at Chris, I see that it's not Chris that was holding me. Chris is behind him. It's an awkward moment, because we all just stare at each other for a moment in the middle of the fiddler section of a store. No one is in there with us. I didn't recognize the man holding me. He was about Chris' size, but he had a blonde buzz cut. On the right side of his head, there was a scar that ran all the way from his forehead to the nape of his neck. It wasn't red or anything, but it was very obvious. What had happened to him? Was he attacked? Did his head crack open from a fall or a blow? Did he have brain surgery? Whatever it was, it added greatly to his aura of scariness.

"Adriane, what are you doing here?" Chris demands in a husky tone.

"What are YOU doing here?" I shoot back. The man tightens his grip even more and takes my other arm in his hand.

"Shut up, both of you!" The man barks at us. I struggle in his hold, but he greatens the pressure even further, almost crippling me. "Get up." He stands, pulling me up with him. We go back to the storage room. The man slams me against the wall. It nearly winds me. I can't breathe when he pins me there. His intense eyes burn into mine. I try to shrink back into the cold tile of the wall.

"She's just about to go tell Zac and Jayde about what she just overheard," the man says. His voice is deep and hard, like his eyes. At this point, I'm desperate. I couldn't be more terrified of someone. This guy was so menacing, I could hardly stop shaking. If I thought Zac was horrible, this man was Zac's worst nightmare. As a matter of fact, I preferred Zac over him at the moment. And now he was going to die...

I actually couldn't care less about Zac. But Jayde... Were they going to make me kill them? I couldn't. Zac? Maybe. But it would kill me to kill Jayde. I had to have at least someone left for me to care about.