The Badass Saved Everyone's Ass

Chapter 1: "You should be watching your own ass."

This is an idea I got that I thought would be awesome and this is it.

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Chapter 1: "You should be watching your own ass."

Swoosh.

Dillon smirks. "You know Zoey, if I didn't know you so well; I would be intimidated right now."

Swoosh.

"Do you want to tell us what has pissed you off?" Kyle asks with a grin.

Swoosh.

"Zoey, you're hurting the knife." Scout smirks.

Swoosh.

"Zoey!" Dillon says loudly.

I look right at him. Swoosh.

"Sweetheart, I get you've got the whole ex-assassin thing going on, but sharpening knives while glaring at everyone that speaks is really...un-normal."

Dillon rolls his eyes. "To be fair Ms. V, none of us are normal."

Swoosh.

"Zoey." Scout says.

Swoosh.

"Okay, I know you're just a girl and all, but this is starting to get frightening." Kyle says.

I grit my teeth until I'm sure they can hear it.

Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh.

"Wrong choice of words bro," Dillon punches Kyle's shoulder. "Never tell an ex assassin, especially Zoey, that is she just a girl."

Swoosh.

"Okay, enough!" Mom shoots forward and takes the knife sharpener from my hand, along with my butterfly knife.

"Never take a woman's knife!" I yell, standing up fast that my chair flies back slams into the wall.

"Zoey Ann Vagner, you cannot sit there and sharpen knifes when you are angry! It's terrifying because I have seen firsthand what you can do with the knife." Mom says.

Yes, I am an Ex-Assassin. I killed people for a living, along with Kyle and Dillon. Scout, Kyle and Dillon are my best friends. Scout is a badass and she fights well, and I taught her how to kill. Then, some dumbass assassin went and killed the boss, which set all of us free. We weren't given a choice when it comes to being an assassin. I hated that boss, and I hated my life, but being an assassin changed me. I'm constantly looking over my shoulder. I keep my butterfly knife in my boot, or my bra, and if I'm feeling super weary, I keep a gun tucked into the back of my jeans.

"Fine, then I'll play with something better." I hiss, and I pull the gun from the back of my jeans and the ammo from my pocket, and I start loading up.

"Okay Zoey, please inform us what is going on." My cousin, Charlie says. She's a girl, yes, and she's girly and she doesn't like weapons or blood. She doesn't even swear.

"Some bastard." I seethe, snatching my knife from my mother before she chops her fingers off. "I was walking home from picking up Megan and the stupid jackass grabbed her. I didn't even realize she was gone because she wasn't talking."

Everyone gapes at me. "She was kidnapped?" Mom asks slowly.

"Yes." I grit my teeth.

"It was probably that stupid sex gang the government is after!" Mom yells. Megan is my little sister. She's nine. There's this gang that goes and kidnaps people off the street and forces them to do porn. It's terrible. They kidnap toddlers and they kidnap babies and little kids and they kidnap teenagers. Honestly, they kidnap anyone that isn't old and wrinkly. They'll kidnap my mother for fucks fake. Thousands of people have gone missing, too. The government doesn't even know who runs it, or what it's about. "Dammit Zoey! I was letting you walk her to school because you can defend her! You're a fucking assassin!"