Xavier
I trace the footprint in the dirt with my finger. North. They've headed north but I am not far behind. Two weeks of chasing and I have caught up with my victim. He was fast, agile. He must be young. Grown men don't move this quick. He is smart. Thrown me off track twice but I've always figured out where he was. I stand up and look in the direction he ran. "game on" I whisper to myself. I quickly sprint down the alleyway after my prey.
I am an assassin. Hired to kill. I am the most deadly human in the eastern area. I am only 18. Charming my way out of situations my whole life. Seemingly innocent but really I know how to kill you in more than 200 ways.
I stop suddenly and pull myself behind a cart.
Two men walk out of a pub stumbling and drunk. I quickly slip behind them unnoticed. I'm running again. Any normal person would be out of breath by now. But not me. I've been running from people my whole life. Stealing usually ends up with an ensuing chase. Never caught me though. I'm too smart for them. I smirk.
Suddenly I hear the faint thud of running footsteps I look straight ahead into the darkness of the night. A black cloak is billowing in the wind behind a running figure. I speed up. He turns the corner and I run straight ahead. This idiot doesn't know the city like I do. He doesn't know that the way he just took is a longer way to where I'm headed.
I reach the corner of the alleyway he will come out if any second and right on cue he runs out only to meet the sharp cold edge of my knife. I push him hard back into the wall. Ready for the kill and then his hood falls back. But it's not a him. It's a her.
A girl with copper brown hair that tumble in waves to her waist. Her eyes, full of fear, are oak leaf green, her skin olive. Something churns deep inside of me. Something I never felt before. It's strange. My grip loosens on her and she takes advantage. Kicking me hard in the groin and pushing me back she turns and runs. I double over in pain but only momentarily soon enough I'm right behind her and before she knows it she's pinned to the ground. I straddle her and take out my knife. It's weird for someone to hire me to kill a girl, especially this young. She couldnt be more than 17 or 18. I spit on the ground beside her head. But a jobs a job and what must be done, must be done.
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ok thats the first part of the story i hope you like it :)
dedicated to Izzie cuz she keeps asking me when i'll post this xD
Katie
