It's time.
This is his house.
My breath quickens as I slide my knife in the lock and open the door.
I slip into the house and the close the door with a quiet click. I drop to the floor in the hall.
Ahead of me is a corridor that I start to creep down. Sticking to the walls as I creep towards the light from the door at the end.
I reach the door but dont open it.
My breathe quickly and I try to slow it down. I shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be this hard. My parents make it sound so easy. Just do it quickly and it doesn't matter.
Just think of it like the simulations.
I pull out my knife and I open the door.
Inside I see the back of Marcus' head as he watches TV.
That makes things easier.
Focus.
Breathe
I crawl along he floor and reach the sofa. I bring up the knife and press it against his throat.
He lets out a cry and begins to struggle against my knife.
My own throat tightens as he struggles.
I take a deep breath and remind myself why I have to do this.
I have to prove to my parents that I can do what they do. I strengthen my resolve and I prees the knife bit deeper.
"Stop struggling" I hiss "I't will make things much faster."
Marcus twists quicky in his seat and I press the knife deeper into his throat.
"Please" He looks at me and I crumple.
I look at his eyes. So human. So real. So scared.
I can't do this.
I can't do this to another human.
Another person.
Someone with a life, a job and a family.
I can't take that away from someone.
I don't have that right.
"I'm not going to do this." I pull my knife away. I back away and start back down the corridor.
I feel Marcus' arms wrap around my legs and they pull me to the floor.
He punches my nose and I reel away. I feel hot wet blood drip from my nose but I pull my self up and ram my elbow sharply into Marcus' jaw. I scramble to my feet and stomp sharply on Marcus' chest and he screams in pain.
He throws his leg out tripping me up and I fall back to the ground thwacking my head on the floor. My vision starts to cloud but I pull myself up and pin Marcus to the grond with my knees as he struglles.
"Just because I won't kill you doesn't mean i won't hurt you." I draw my knife agian and I run as fast as I can out of his house and down the street.
It only hits me then.
I've failed.
Mizzie xxx
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Academy Assassins
Teen FictionIn a world ravaged by war on all sides of the globe the need for killers is high. Cassia Allinbar, now 16, must train to follow in the footsteps of her ancestors but can she keep a level head and survive the tough inititiation into the Academy of A...