The British Assassin

Chapter 1: Etta Intwanly

Dear Diary: Today I killed a man.

Hello, my name is Etta Intwanly and I am 19 years old. I was born in Wales in 1874, but I moved to England when I was 13. Two days later, my entire family was dead.

I was approached by an ordinary man yesterday and he told me to do it.

I've lived on the streets since then, surviving on my own. I've had as little as 3 friends, who are all dead now. No wealthy men walking the streets have ever worried about us, so we are dying.

I don't feel bad for that man, he probably deserved it somehow.

It was an ordinary day when the mystery man approached me.  His hair was hidden under a black bowler hat and he wore a thick black and white suit.

"Hello, young lady. How would you like a job?" Were his first words to me. His voice was commanding and persuasive at once. His eyes look deep into my dying soul and his face was expressionless except for the faint marks of past smiles and happiness.

"What do you want from me?" I said through gritted teeth. I knew that all rich men wanted from me is sex or companionship. But I was always decline their offers. "Other than the atrocities that fill your mind and make your man parts tingle?" I added, and I flirtatiously walked closer to him. Once he was close enough, I took my knife from the pocket of my apron and lodged it into his testicles. Lucky for him, he moved before I could do any damage.

"Well, well, well. Young girl, I am not here for lust. I am here to hire you for a well paid job." he stated with a hint of surprise in his voice. "Not to be rude, but it seems as if you need it."

"What kind of job?" I asked, wondering who would ever hire a homeless, dirty  young woman.

"Lets's talked somewhere else." He said, and looked around the crowded London streets for something. I followed his eyes to the large French restaurant.

"Are you hungry?" he asked with a cocky smile.

Dear diary, I think I enjoyed killing the man...