Angels Can Fly

Chapter 1 ~ A Day In The Life Of Ashley Dawn

After a long hard day I had no patience what so ever I slapped him across the face and pushed him to the ground.

"Who are you and who are you working for?"

I held him down with one foot placed at his jugular. This part always gave me a rush.

"Give me a break. I don't know what your talking about!"

The man acted as if oblivious that he'd done anything wrong and was slightly hobo looking but still looked like a serial killer on the loose. I applied a little more pressure to his jugular so he could barely breath but still be able to talk.

"I said, Who are you and who are you working for? Now are you going to tell me or to I have to dump you dead in the river? Of course the decision is all up to me in the end, but you might have some say in it!"

I pushed on the jugular and backed off immediately - I was not going to let this guy get away, if he dies then I won't be able to get information off him.

"Now tell me or you die!"

"Ok, ok! I'll tell you! Just keep off the throat jeez, personal space much! Ok, so I've never really known who he is I just work for him, I kill and get payed that's it. Oh and sometimes I get food, you know that yoghurt stuff that..."

"Cut the crap and tell me who this guy is or your kaput! Are we clear?"

"Yeah, yeah crystal. Look, his name's Antonio. Antonio Semara heard of him?"

I froze. Dead. Still. Everything stopped. Yes I know him. He killed my mother, and almost me. The memories flooded back to me - the dark ally made it the perfect place to murder someone! He was under capture by my mum she had her hands wrapped around the hand cuffs, firmly on his hands. I turned away and grabbed the knife that sat, alone in the pavement. I questioned it and turned back but was pinned to a wall in seconds. His face all victorious like he'd won a battle, I looked over him shoulder and my mum lay on the ground, face down, dead. I got kicked, punched, abused so badly I was in a comber for a week and woke up in the emergency room in hospital with a broken neck, arm and both legs I remember the pain. I had to learn how to walk again, I was out of action for a good year. I never get over the fear of seeing him again, I never show it. EVER - a shiver ran down my spine as I caught up with reality.

"Yeah I guess I've heard of him."

I reached into my pocket, pulling out my phone calling my dad, still with a firmly placed foot on this bad ass.

"Hey, Dad. I've got him and btw guess who's back in town?"

"Hey kiddo, no way is it Fletcher? No wait, wait Dex? No we killed him, I give up who?

"Way off dad, way off. Semara!"

"Oh shit, we're screwed!"

"Ya think I don't know that, he put me in a freaking comber for a week!"

"Mmmmmmm..."

"Hey, I've got this guy here, what should I do with him?"

"And how long have you been in this business?"

"That would be... too long!"

"You should know the drill, get information and then kill!"

I applied all my body weight to his throat and watch him turn from a normal skin colour to a blue to a purple and then checked the pulse. Nothing. Perfect. I put the phone to my ear.

"Little harsh, don't you think?"

"No... yes .... no i don't know! I just follow the drill!"

I walked down the deserted street in my "spy clothes". Combat boots, black leggings, black cropped shirt and cropped black jumped with a black masquerade mask. What can I say I like black and it's definitely appropriate for spy missions, especially at night!

"So dad how way your day?"

"Alright, yours?"

I reached my car after touching base with dad and HQ, said good-bye to dad and drove home. I loved the mystery of the night. Just so peaceful and full of like I said, mystery that needs to be uncovered. I checked the time, 10pm. I grabbed an iced mocha frappichino from Starbucks thinking I've earned it and road home to where my boyfriend would be. I live with Bailey, my BFF Piper and her boyfriend Seth. My dad boarded at the FBI HQ Australia, always on call. And I am a full on 16 year old spy.