The Assassin's Secret (on hold)

Ch. 3: And She Arrives!

I turned to him in stupefaction, wondering if he was pulling my leg. He must have seen the doubtful look on my face, for he then defended himself,

"No, seriously! He's my father. Not that I'm happy about it." His voice trailed off at the end of his outburst.

"Why wouldn't you be proud of the leader of this great organization?" I inquired. I seemed to be finding myself in a constant state of bewilderment around Freddie. I was confused when I saw him look around quickly before speaking.

"Well, you see, we aren't really taking you to a private school-" he started out cautiously.

I interrupted him, "What? Are you kidnapping me or something then?"

I heard him mutter something that sounded suspiciously like "That would have been our last resort." I stared at him in shock, waiting for him to explain himself.

"Uhh, I'm not really supposed to be telling you this, but, uh, we're kindofagroupofassassins," he said in a blur.

"Wait what?" I asked.

"We're assassins. And you're being recruited to join us, you and your brother," Freddie replied nervously.

"So you're telling me," I said slowly, "that my brother and I are going to be murderers?!?"

"Shh!!!" Freddie hissed, shooting me a glare. I barely noticed, though, for I was seeing the world through a red haze.

"You've got to be quieter, or else John, Matt, or my dad, Carl, will figure out I told you, which will just make this situation way worse. So you've got to listen to me."

I interrupted Freddie, and whisper-yelled with as much venom as I could muster, "Why did you encourage me to come if you knew what this was really about? Why didn't you try to discourage us so that my brother and I wouldn't become serial killers? Or are you like them, and actually want innocent children to become slayers?"

"No, no, no, that's not it at all! But if you would let me talk," he gave me a pointed stare, "then I will explain everything." I stayed silent, waiting to hear his side before I went all attack-mode on him. No, I was not one if those girls who made assumptions before letting someone speak. I hated people like that. Freddie heaved a giant sigh, as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"You see if you didn't come willingly, then my father and his sidekicks would have kidnapped you two. So to answer your first question, no, I don't agree with what they're doing, but I went along with it because, personally, I would rather not be stuffed in a scratchy bag in the trunk." I nodded, because, as much as I hated to admit it, the kid was right about that. Freddie opened his mouth to speak again, but his father, or should I say Carl, chose that moment to check up on us.

"Hey," the evil dude said casually, "what are you kids talking about?" I had always been really good at lying, and I wasn't too confident about Freddie's lying skills, so I decided to respond to his question.

"We were just having a pretty heated argument about which was better, chocolate walnut or gold medal ribbon ice cream. To which I say, gold medal ribbon all the way! Hey, look at that, I'm a poet and I didn't know it!" I said all of this with, what I hoped was, a very innocent smile. Apparently it worked, for Carl simply nodded in reply and rolled back up the divider that separated us from the burly men. I turned to Freddie and winked,

"I am the best liar I know, FYI. Now you must bow down to my awesomeness. Go on, bow!" I jested. Surprisingly enough, the kid looked about ready to get on his knees and sing praises to me. I was a little shocked, but then Freddie started talking,

"H-how did y-you lie to m...my dad?" he stuttered. I sent him a puzzled look. Freddie appeared rather pale, and I was starting to get worried for his health.

"Um, I just said something that wasn't true in a confident voice?" I was curious as to why he was having such a hernia; I mean it was just a little white lie. He must have been an even worse liar than I thought.

"No, that's physically impossible, unless..." Freddie trailed off, and I was now pretty confident that if I held up a blank sheet of paper to his face, they would be the same shade of white. "Wait, have you always been able to make people change their minds easily?" Freddie asked cautiously. I sifted through the cobwebs of my mind, digging up various situations. Although, it seemed that in every recollection I had of changing someone's mind, it never was easy to persuade him or her to see it my way and agree with me.

"Um, no, it mostly took pure stubbornness. It has never been, well, easy. Why?" I saw Freddie suck in a giant gulp of air.

"Okay, well, first off, you have to believe me when I say that everything I'm about to tell you is true. None of this is a prank, okay?"

"Yeah, I know, why would you be joking at a time like this? Just hurry up and talk!" I replied, frustrated at his snail-paced speed of articulating.

"Okay," he exhaled, "so, well, this is going to be kinda hard to understand, but you've go-"

"Just spit it out already Freddie! Seriously, talk!!" I growled, getting more and more frustrated.

"Agh, just let me speak then, woman!" Freddie said, annoyance creeping into his voice as well. "So in this world, there are people who can manipulate other's thoughts, emotions, and even actions, to suit their own. Those people are called Manipulators. They can read your mind, and make you do anything from make you decide to jump off a cliff, wipe your memory blank, or even make you forget how to talk, if they have the proper training. Basically, they can make the people of the world into their puppets. These people are pretty dangerous, so of course they'd work for AssassiNation. Oh yeah, the name of the assassin cult we're in is called AssassiNation. Cheesy, right? Anyways, the only way to control a Manipulator is to have a more powerful Manipulator around, so there's, like, ranks of them in AssassiNation. My father, Carl, is at the top of the ranks, so he's the leader of AssassiNation, with Matt and John as his most faithful henchmen."

"So, basically you're telling me that all of these people can read my thoughts or make me commit suicide?" I sputtered.

"Yeah, well that's where I think you're different. Since you can't read others thoughts or make them change their mind easily, that means you aren't a Manipulator. So if you're not a more powerful Manipulator than my father, then how did you lie to him?" Freddie asked, thinking out loud.

"Well, maybe I'm, um, I don't know, resistant to Manipulators? That would make sense, right? Maybe they don't affect me," I said in a thoughtful voice.

"Oh my gosh if that were true, that would be so cool!! But you can't tell them this, or they'll find different ways to make you change your mind." I moaned in frustration. Why couldn't my life go back to its old simplicity? Suddenly, the limo jolted to a stop. I heard my door open violently.

"We're here! Get your lazy butts out!" Carl snarled. Gone was the gentle voiced man, he was now harsh and demanding. I quickly leaped out of the car, Trevor and Freddie following close behind me.

Author's Note:

Hey my baes! sorry this is kinda slow it'll pick up pretty soon. I origianally wrote it as a school essay, and let me tell you the teacher was surprised to get a 50 (well actually 51 if you wanna be precise) page fictional narrative! That's also why it's so like properly written if u were curious. anywhoo, I love each and every one of you 7 readers!!! please keep up the awesomeness and read, read, read!

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