A Touch Of Emerald

that shit hurt

Tying my hair into a pony tail, I wrap my black kerchief around the lower part of my face, leaving only my eyes exposed.

I begin climbing the tree that was supposed to lead me inside the house. Once I reached the window I go through my plan one last time. I can't fuck this up.

Not that I ever do. I thought.

I maneuvered my way onto the balcony, I looked through the window but couldn't see a thing. I began looking for ways to get in there without him waking up. I looked at the knob on the door. There's no way they would leave the door unlocked. Would they? I put my hand to the knob, twisted it, and i couldn't believe it.

It was open.

I almost smiled at how easy these people were making it for me.

Back to my plan... I closed my eyes and remembered the talk I was given by my father just this morning.

His name is Stephen Greer. Human trafficker. He has a wife named Rosalyn and two kids. I want him gone. I don't care how you do it, or who is watching. This is a big challenge for you Monroe.

Don't disappoint me.

I go into the room and immediately notice the bed which held my victim.

This reminded me so much of my first mission. After killing that woman I cried for two days straight. I felt so guilty for taking a life. The life of a mother and a wife. The look of horror on her husbands face when he saw her dead body on the kitchen floor is something I will never forget. I was only 17 at that time. That happened 5 years ago, and time changes things because I don't feel it anymore. I don't feel guilty for doing such things, I don't feel bad for their loved ones, I feel nothing at all.

I was snapped back to reality by the sound of a door creaking.

I quickly turned to my left and pulled out my dagger from my belt. I point it to the door but slowly put it back down when I don't see anything. I looked back and forth from the bed to the door. Making my decision I decide to get the job done and leave as soon as possible. But that's when I saw it.

The mirror on top of the bed was reflecting to the door. Focusing more on the reflection I noticed something... Almost shining through the crack of the door. A blade?

My accusations were confirmed when the blade slightly moved causing the light to shine even brighter through the mirror. I cursed myself. I should have known there were going to be other assassins targeting him. Almost every Mafia in the country were after him.

I look back at the bed but as soon as I do, I'm met with bright blue eyes. To say she looked horrified would be an understatement. With no hesitation I rush to her side and rip her pillow from under her head and put it right on top. When her muffled screaming stopped along with her constant thrashing, i slowly removed the pillow from her face and put two fingers together to her neck and checked her heartbeat.

It wasn't there.

I make my way over to the other side of the bed and had a look at Stephen. I had never seen him before. He was way different than what I expected. A lot older and... fuller than the image I had of him in my head

Realizing that this was not the right time to be analyzing the mans face, I lifted my blade up, and just as it was going down I was pulled back by my hair and pressed into a firm chest.

Either he was stupid or really just didn't expect me to fight back because he was clearly surprised when i turned around and head butted him, which made him let go of my hair and stumble backwards. In all honesty, I had never head butted anyone before, and whenever I would hear people talk about how much it hurt I just thought they were being wimps, it was only now that I realized that they were most definitely not being wimps.

That shit hurt.

I didn't give him a chance to fight back because I was already moving towards him with my blade in hand. I came to a sudden holt when I noticed the weapon he was grasping. A Cleaver.

This should be fun.

He moved forward and thrusted his arm back then swung his weapon towards me but I dodge it and cut his shoulder with my knife. He hisses in pain and holds his shoulder and I take that to my advantage and kick the blade out of his hand which causes it to fly out his hold and skid underneath the bed.

He doesn't look too fazed by it because he bends down and pulls the carpet that I was standing on, resulting me to fall right on my ass with a loud thud. Ignoring the pain on my backside, I began to get up. As soon as I did that my little "friend" pulled me into him and put his hands on either side of my face. I looked up at him only to find him staring at me intently with his big brown eyes. Which was all i could see since he was also covering his face with a bandana.

If he wasn't trying to snap my neck right now I would say he was probably crushing on me.

A deep groan sounded from the bed which caused both of us to look over and see that the man was waking up from his deep sleep.

I look back him and put my index finger over my bandana where my lips would be. He understood my signal and released his hold on my face. I immediately left the room without thinking twice. I was about to reach the big spiral stairs when I felt him push me forwards and that sent me tumbling down the stairs.

After what felt like an eternity later, I reached the bottom. An annoyed groan escaping me.

I get up and narrow my eyes at him.

"Let the games begin."