Impulse ➸ irwin

"Listen up. Here you don't make mistakes. As soon as you do, you're dead."

"So basically this is full of perfectionists with rules, right?"

"Pretty much."

"Well then what are the rules?"

She turns and looks at me with this gleam in her eyes that I can't describe. It's like she's reliving that day over and over again in her mind. But I can't tell if she's happy or sad. Then she turns around and picks up a gun and loads it up while talking.

"Rule number one: when you think you've won, you've lost. Rule number two: once you take a step into this world, there's no going back. Finally rule number three: all or nothing, once you shoot one person you're targeted by all."

She tosses the gun to me and I stuff it in my pocket.

"Is that all?"

She picks up a knife and stashes it in her belt and looks up at me.

"Oh there's a whole lot more, but you're going to have to figure that out yourself."

"How exactly will I figure it out myself?"

She rolls up the mat full of weapons and turns around and leans up against the table, her eyes never leaving mine even for a second.

"In this business there will be all sorts of tasks thrown at you. Some you won't be prepared for, others you will. All I can tell you is that if you survive it, you'll learn something new. Whether it's about yourself or someone you trust most," then she pulls her ski mask over her face and starts walking towards the car, "Now let's go, we got a leader to catch."

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© exhilerating 2014

|TRIGGER WARNING| This story will include suicidal thoughts and/or actions, drugs, alcohol, gangs, violence, and abusive relationships. I do not promote any of this nor romanticize it, I'm just telling the truth about how things are. All of this is fiction and is made up in my mind.

|PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK| I will try and say when parts may be triggering or graphic but I may miss some so just to give you a heads up.