The Assassins Touch

Chapter One.

A few months before...

The man knew he was being watched. He could feel it. As he walked down the alleyway aside the club, he felt eyes on him. The hairs on his neck stood up, and he felt very alert. He knew exactly who it was. Or at least, who they belonged too. "Might as well come down, Shadow. I know you are there" he calls, and a few seconds later he hears feet softly land on the ground. He turns to face someone rather small. Who was dressed in all black. The hood extended over their head and curved over to cover some of their face, and a tightly fitting mask covered it, with slits for the eyes as blue eyes focused on the man. The outfit itself was black leather jacket, equipped with a variety of belts with daggers and ammo attached to them, and the legs of the assassin had a pistol equipped on either thigh.

"You are a member of the Light, correct?" The assassin called out, with some sort of voice modulator that gave them a low and gritty tone.

"Correct. And judging by my knowledge of the Shadows, I'm guessing Alastor?" He ask, and he took her lack of response as a confirmation. "Well I know your reputation. So, let's get this over with" he says as he draws out a gun and fires upon the assassin, who is able to roll out of the way with ease. And as they push themselves up, they already had taken two daggers out and sent one towards the man, causing him to drop the gun. The man chuckles as straightens up. "You're dead" he says as he charges forward, sending a punch towards the assassin, but they easily catch the blow and twist his hand with some force, hearing a large crack causing him to howl in pain before they pull him over their shoulder and cause him to hit the floor hard.

"The answer to this next question will result in how painless your death is. WHO ELSE WORKS FOR THE LIGHT!" The assassin yells, and the man chuckles at them.

"I can do you one better. Let me live, and I'll give you a target that will destroy the Lights leader" he tells them.

"I've killed off forty Light members who gave of the up nothing. Why should I believe you?"

"Because I value my own life more than his. I was sucked into this by my brother. I aint no saint like these Light people" he tells them.

"You tell me the target, and you live" They offer him, a gleeful look on his face emerges as he pushes himself off the floor, the assassin helping him up.

"Chloe Beale. She is the Daughter of Arch Angel himself" he tells the assassin, who gives one simple nod before pulling the blade across the mans throat as blood gushes out of the wound. The man tries to speak, but to no avail. As the man falls to his knee's, clutching his neck in a desperate attempt to slow the bleeding, the assassin crouches down and removes her mask, revealing a young woman. Her blue eyes more prominent against her fair skin, and her light brown hair tied up up a bun.

"I don't take bribes nor deals. Your mistake was showing how desperate you were, it allowed me to play you." The woman said, with almost no emotion, just a slight amount of pride in herself as she pulls on the mask and emerges into the shadows, dissapearing from sight as the man is left to die, all alone as he bleeds out.

As the assassin leaps off the ladders, landing on the stone walkway, the putrid smell of waste hitting her as she straightens up, she looks around the dimly lit sewer system after a few seconds of getting her bearings, she walks through the sewers, and after a few minutes finds herself at an old steel door. It had rusted around the edges. Probably been here for a few hundred years.

Or at least, it was suppose to look like that.

The assassin removes one of her gloves and places it on one of the bricks to the left of the door, which lit up a bright blue as it scanned her hand. "Access granted" a robotic voice calls as the door clicks and slides into the wall, revealing a much more modern room. Filled with computers across the walls of the long room, with both the ceiling and floor being lights themselves, giving a very claustrophobic feel. No one could ever explain why it gave that feeling, but it just did.

"Ah, Alastor. You have carried out your mission. Did they tell you anything?" A man asks as he walks away from the computer. His face was aged, and his eyes somehow seemed even older. His silver hair had almost completely dissapeared, with a small collection on top of his head. He was taller than Beca, but only by a few inches.

"Yes, Master. The man told me my next target. Chloe Beale. She is the apparent daughter of the Arch Angel. My thoughts were to befriend the girl and learn what I can. Then take her out" Alastor tells the man, whose face tightens as he pulls his hand across her face, leaving a red mark.

"I'm sorry, you THOUGHT? You do not think, you do as you are told. By me. I am Lucifer, king of the Shadows! You do as I SAY!" He yells, anger flaring through his voice, the veins on his forehead popping out as he looks down upon the assassin, everyone watched in shock, but did nothing as they knew the price of interfering.

"Of course, Sorry Master" the woman says, her voice almost breaking but she had managed to control it. The man takes a deep breath and lets it out, all the anger seeping out within a moment.

"But... your idea is good. You will set off tomorrow to the target... pull up what we have on Chloe Beale" He says to the person at the nearest computer, who instantly pulls the files up. "Ah, College student. It might be time for Beca Mitchell to come back, don't you think, Alastor?" He asks, And she looks visibly shook for a second before regaining herself. "I know you buried Beca a long time ago. But you need to blend in. So call upon her." He says before he walks put of the room, leaving Beca to go over it all in her head.

This chapter was hard to write. Everything sounded lame to me, and it really annoyed me but I think this is good. Probably not though. I hope you can somehow manage to enjoy this chapter? I promise it will get better.