SHE

Chapter 9: First Aim

Rue Scarce

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I tapped my sandalled feet against the carpet floor of the car, waiting for it to stop.

I need to get out of here. I need to.

Like my prayers were answered, the car halts for a stop and I opened the door to my side, stepping out.

"It was lovely having dinner with you, Mr Stone. I appreciate the treatment."

"We may be able to do so next time, when you lead your first job in a success."

I gave him a small smile.

"I will be looking forward to it, Mr Stone."

"Have a good night then, Miss Collins." He signalled the driver to move on and gave me a slight nod before the car drove away.

I waited until the vehicle was out of my sight before running up the stairs towards the entrance. I rode the elevator in complete silence and rushed into my apartment.

I pulled the dress off my body in a swift motion, careful not to tear the cloth my boss gave me. I pulled on a black sleeveless top, a black leathered pants under a short skirt, and placed a belt ammunition filled with four reloads and two hand guns.

I grabbed eight daggers, two pairs in both of my boots, and the other two pairs slid down the belt.

I opened my closet but I caught sight of a long slim sword with its blade hidden under the leather scabbard. A katana, a Japanese sword with its handle and blade full of restless souls that it has killed so far.

Others say they can hear it, but not me. I can't hear the cries of the blood it has stained but I can feel the burden it carries. I tried to reach out for it but I stopped my hand midway through and briefly closed the closet.

I'm not killing anyone swiftly tonight. I'll have to be slow and sure. The sword will only tempt me and it is not a good thing.

I tapped the heels of my boots three times and a sharp long blade poked out from the front. I nod my head and pulled it back.

I tapped against the keyboard of my laptop and scanned my eyes against the screen, finding what I was looking. The God's Club. My target is there so I ordered a ticket for the VIP section.

I grabbed a different key and then placed a black coat on before locking my room. I went down the garage and stood in front of a vehicle covered with a large cloth. I pulled it off and unlocked the chains.

A beautiful black  motorcycle stood in front of me, I hoist my left leg over it and pushed the key in, twisting it around. I pushed the ignition switch and warmed the vehicle for a moment before deciding to go.

I drove away, riding in a fast pace through the vehicles in the middle of the road. I took a hard turn and drove straight until I found the direction of the club. I parked the bike by the shadows and pulled my helmet off.

I eyed the entrance of the club and noticed the shining clothes of the customers and their exposed skin under the limelight as they head in. I briefly shake my head and inwardly groaned.

I forgot you had to dress like that in clubs.

I wore a black long wig to hide my white hair and bit of makeup to cover my face. I fixed my top underneath until my cleavage was visible to the eye. I kept half of my coat buttoned up to hide my weapons and placed a single and long diamond like earring by my right ear.

Once I was content with my look, I walked past the long line of people until I was facing a tall and big, dark man in tux and shades. He stared at me but I only gave him a look and whispered the fake name I used to buy the VIP ticket.