The Assassin's Kiss

Chapter 1- Rooftops and Skylights

(A/N)Hey wattpadders! My computer sucks big time and it deleted one of my stories, so I just deleted it. Then voilá! Inspiration struck! and that's how this story came to be. Comments and votes are always welcome!

-Jordan Z.

Chapter 1- Rooftops and Skylights

11:36 pm. January 6, 2086.

I ran along silently along the rooftop; my black shoes, almost identical to dance slippers, barely touching the shingles. My black jumpsuit with quarter sleeves fitted just for the shape of my body. My dark grey shin-length skirt forming to my legs and the matching dark grey bodice with slightly flared shoulders for stealth over the jumpsuit. Each time I leapt to another roof, I feel an extra rush of cool night air. With my chocolate brown hair in a tight bun, I was faster, more agile.

I would be at my next victim's house any minute. I kept reciting the house's description to myself- 487 Kellings Way, blue roof, white walls, and lots of skylights. If I failed this assignment, I would have to wait an entire year before I would be able to take the test again. I glanced down at my sleeves. Every color for every class, except purple.

Purple- the symbol of royalty, beauty, passion. Power.

I jumped the last roof before landing on the blue roof. The skylights acted as a beacon, leading me to my prey. I snuck a glance in each skylight, before locating my victim. I unlatched the skylight. I pulled up the black collar of my uniform past my ears and leapt. My uniform flared up graceful before I landed without so much as a whisper behind my victim- Mr. Hausen. Well muscled body, broad chin, wavy hair, and a haughty gait. He was what people considered handsome. He was what I considered dead.

He had cheated on his ex-fiancé a few weeks ago, and she wanted Revenge. I was that Revenge.

I ever-so slowly pulled a dagger out from my belt. I let the light reflect off of it, so as to get Mr. Hausen's attention.

He glanced up at the reflection, and turned around. His gaze fell upon me and he smiled maliciously.

"So my Ex sent an assassin to kill me. And not even a Class A assassin. How petty of Joanna," he said sarcastically pouting. I held my ground not speaking a word. Words held emotions. And emotions held weakness.

"Well I'm ready," he said spreading his arms out as if he was about to hug me. It disgusted me. I could've thrown the dagger and killed him right then and there. But something wasn't right. It was too easy.

I faked a lunge and he threw a punch. I slid to the right, easily deflecting it. I then stabbed a pressure point in his neck, instantly killing him. He fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

I tied a violet ribbon to the dagger,the symbol to show this was no accident or petty murder. This was a murder done by a professional and the officials would know nothing can be done, otherwise they might not wake up. I leapt up onto the countertops and out of the skylight.

"Goodbye Mr. Hausen," I said before turning and running back across the rooftops.