Blood At Dawn... [Completed]

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2 down, 3 to go. The short one shoots at me as I run and duck behind the desk.

I take my heel off and pull the heel off reveling a knife. I scan the room and take my other heel off. I throw my one heel, stabbing the boy with the gun in the shoulder. His teammate being dumb runs to aid him. I walk behind him and kick his jaw; instantly knocking him down. I pull the gun from the the injured boys hand and turn to shoot the blonde boy trying to escape in the calf. I then walk back to the target.

"Sorry for the wait babe, where were we?" I say. He stands up from his original position and starts to clap.

"I'm impressed, here. I'll make you deal. Come work for me and I'll pay you twice of what you were originally going to get." He says and I scoff.

"40 million dollars? I don't believe you." I say.

"You injured every man I have and is going to kill me now. Everyone in this room is orange or above and clearly you aren't either. How about this doll, I'll pay you 50 million for you to join." He suggests, no more like tells me.

"I'll only take your offer if, if you help me find the bastards that killed my parents." I say and he nods.

"Anything for you doll." I roll my eyes at the pet name.

"I'll gather my things and meet you here tomorrow. But if you think that your going to out smart me, think again." I shoot right above his left ear, nearly missing his head.

"And trust me, I don't miss." I say lowering my aim at him and walking out of the room. I walk back out through the many halls and front door.

I shake my head as I walk home. What am I doing?

I walked into my apartment and straight to my room. I grab my suitcase from my closet. I fill it with all my clothes and some personal items. I grab my backpack and fill it with everything else I could fit into my suitcase. When I finish I set all my things by my bedroom door. I walk back to my bed and stare at my nails. I walk to my bag and grab my black nail polish. I repaint my nails black matching my ranking.

If your still confused with the color and is wondering what I'm talking about here's a chart.

Colors=rank/deaths On your hands
White- infant/1-10
Yellow- newbie/11-20
Pink- freshman/21-30
Green- Jr./31-40
Blue- Average/41-50
Orange- Apprentice/51-60
Purple- Guns (wo)man/61-70
Brown- Silencer/71-80
Red- Master/81-90
Black- God/91-100
Gold- Lucifer/101+
(Numbers were higher but it talks about taking peoples lives so... I lowered the numbers)

Guys are tattoos and girls are nails. This is how they show there rank or power in the mafia world. And I'm 3 deaths away from Lucifer or Lucy.

I blow on my nails walking back to my bags. I put the nail polish away and walk back to my room. I lay on my bed and stare up at the ceiling.

Eventually I fall asleep.

I wake up 2 hours later to banging at the door. Shit. I run to grab my stuff and hide back into my room.

"Jessica! We know your in there!" He yells and I roll my eyes.

"Why Jessica?" I mumble to myself thinking of the fake name I chose. I run into my bathroom and lock the door. I pull out a hang gun before I try to escape out of the window. Then I hear them front door break.

"Jessica, you can't hide forever." He teases and I scrunch my nose in anger since the window isn't opening. I take the hand gun and use the back to shatter the glass. I push my bags out and run barefoot down the alley way.

I run down the street and to a different alley way to try to lose them. I make it to the end and turn only to see him.

"Nice running into you again, Jessica." He says and I aim my gun at him. He grabs the gun as the others grab my arms from behind.

"Where's my money?" He asks.

"I'll get it to you tomorrow I swear. Ill make it 50 million dollars." I say and he raises a brow at me.

"Promising more than what you owe? Bad choice for you, but I'll accept it. Tomorrow at noon. No later or it's the end for you." He says and I breathe out.

"Give her what she owes." He says turning on his heels and walking away.

"You bastard! Ill have the money!" I scream as the two holding me attacks.

One punches me as I dodge. I kick him in his side but he grabs my foot, pulling me to the ground. One steps on my neck as the other kicks my side. I struggle to get up and fight back. I could take these two but if I did I would die even if I had the money.

"Money tomorrow or else." One spits kicking me one more time before they both walk away.

When there far enough away I stand up and touch my lip. I examine my side and arms to find scratches and bruises. Fuck. And I'm on fucking black, what a look.

I kick my bag as I fill with rage. What a fucking prick. I grab my bag and walk towards the mansion I was at earlier today.

I sigh looking up at the building. I walk with my head in defeat to the front door. I knock on the door. After a couple minuets someone opens it.

"What do you- what happened?" There voice changes from agitated to concerned.

"I rather not talk about. Just think of it as I'm moving in early." I scoff walking past him. I hate showing my weak side. Especially to people I don't know yet.

"Here, your room isn't fully set up yet but it has a bed." He says and I follow him upstairs to my room. He opens the door to a bland room. I walk in and set my stuff down in front of the bed. I turn to him.

"That's all I need. Good night." I say shoving him out and shutting the door. I lock the door and walk around exploring. I find the bathroom and walk in. I look at my face in the mirror. My busted lip and bruised cheek bone. I pull my shirt up to see the growing bruise on my side. I turn the faucet and splash water on my face before turning it off and exiting.