Chapter 1: A New Home

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*Ashley's POV*

*Ding~Dong* "the next train stop will be at Quadrant One in the City of Hope please get ready to exit at the right door in 15 minutes". Man I really wish I could sleep right now, I'm feeling really tired from all the packing and running from the security just to get a seat on the train, well at least they can't find me in a different city right? Honestly I've heard city of hope is supposed to give you a new life to start.

Well if that's true, then im gonna become a new person no more killing of people, just a young lady in a new city, a city..... of hope.

The reason why I'm moving to a new city is because of my guilt, the guilt of murdering my parents, maybe you can say the regret? I was just home schooled alone bought books for myself until I finally got the hitman business. Two years of that and no more I'll just be a new person.

Suddenly I feel really sleepy, my eyelids feeling very heavy. I try blinking rapidly to wake myself up and 1..... 2..... 3...... 4...... 5...?where am I? I was at the train one minute and now im at my old mansion....big, but distorted, I try to look out the window and everything is pitch white, I look above and I see floating rooms,floating flowers and butterflies being burnt to crisp in mid-air.

I roam around and I see a family portrait, their faces are plain blank except for myself. *CRACK* "Shit!" I exclaim in shock as I accidentally knock over the antique jar, but it didn't fall or shatter nor touch the ground, it just stayed frozen.

I remember that vase my mom bought it to get attention from the social media, a rare piece of art by some dumb artist, bragging that she has a million dollar jar from Italy,
She loved that jar more than me.
"hee hee" I hear a giggle from across the halls "Hello?! Is anyone there? Do you know where I am?"
I quickly ran to where the voice was coming from. It gets louder and louder until I reach it and.... I see myself, a younger version of myself, blue-eyed, light skin tone, like any other girl.

The 15-year-old me points a double barrel shotgun to my face "seeing you cry is music to my ears" she giggles and pulls the trigger. I wake up in the train again with a scream, embarrassing myself in front of hundreds of people. Well, so much for a new hope.

I calmly get down of the train and heads down and just leave the station and pretend that none of that has not happened. First of all I need to find a home or apartment, anything below my budget and then get a job hopefully without any qualifications if there is, but there would probably be none since that its year 2046.

Hey, wouldn't that make me 17 years old by now? Wow time sure flies by when murdering people isnt it? Anyways from what I've known about the city of hope is that its a big circle protected by a giant magical dome that protects people from demons and the circle is divided into four quadrants.

Quadrant 1 is where all the houses and apartments are, Quadrant 2 is where all the shopping malls, always with the finest designer class dresses.....ugh if only they weren't that pricey. The Quadrant 3 is just warehouses and Factories and mostly used for shipping, Quadrant 4 is the where all the NSFW kinds are, Casinos,Nightclubs all the stuff that guys are into, people go they're to win money or just lose it all.

Unfortunately for me im pretty lost and I don't how to find an apartment room for sale, so I decided to ask directions. These 5 group of guys asked me if I needed help and I decided why not, so I concentrated to his directions. Too much in fact that I didn't notice one of his friends pushed me down dropping my wallet and they swiped it right out and ran, I quickly get myself up and rushed to them.

They were quick runners and smart as well, using cars and traffic to block my path. I try to analyze the situation quickly and so I grabbed the nearby-- *BANG* "HEY! I'M DRIVING HERE FUCKING WHORE !" shouted the taxi driver.

I stood up quite dizzy and went to a dark alley lied down and fell asleep, head bleeding fast I start to lose grip of myself, as I close my eyes I can feel someone carrying me.

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