What An Assassin Has To Do

The Cat's Out Of The Bag

I dropped my friends off at their houses after picking them up from school. They are only 15, 16, and 17, with Paige being the oldest, and I am 18 and their legal guardians to the outside world. I slip into my apartment and lock the door, I take off my clothes from earlier and put on my work clothes. I slide into a full body outfit made of black fabric and leather, I attach my holsters and sword holders at my belt and a special spot for my shiny mask. My boots go to mid-calf and have a small heel, they blend into the rest of the outfit. I strap on some light weight armor and braid my hair into a fish tail braid. Before I leave I test my swords to make sure they are sharpened and polished, I can never tell if Apollo actually does his chores or makes Briar do them, when I'm happy with the way they gleam and the thin crimson trail on my thumb, I leave a note on my bed and head out to work.

As soon as I step out the door, my mask is on and I am known as Quuck Wasp, no one will mess with me now for fear of being on my hit list. I am an assassin, I work for a small but widespread group called Information X, tonight I have three targets that must be dead before sunrise. I continue to walk while people figure that the other side of the street looks safer, even if it is darker. I walk with my head up, eyes focusing on the dilapidated house in the distance when someone bumps into me. Without thinking, I spin around and get into a defensive stance with my swords drawn and ready, the person I bumped into has rags covering their face and their whole body, are they wearing anything but rags? They glance at me, surprisingly calm except for a spark of fear in their pale green eyes, their arms slowly move up and I tense, waiting for the deadly weapons concealed on their body to emerge, instead they cross over their chest to form an 'x', signaling that they know about Info X and work for them. I stand up and sheath my swords, then I pat my arms over my chest like they did to show I recognize the sign and will not harm them, killing someone from the team with no cause will get you dead.

I continue walking forward until I get to the old house, the lights are off and there's no sound to be heard. I jiggle the front knob and find that it's unlocked, with a house like this I would expect it to be unlocked. I push the door open and it surprisingly doesn't squeak so I continue forward after closing the door. I take one step and the floorboards let out a torturous squeak, I tense knowing someone had to hear that, I hear more creaking as something comes towards me, I pull my swords listening to the slight ring bounce off the walls. From a doorway to the left, a scruffy grey cat limps in, it's golden eyes glare at me for disturbing it's sleep and it coughs out a scratchy yowl that is as loud as the squeak. Knowing if no one came, they didn't hear the squeak I sneak forward and kick the cat before it can make any more noise. There is a dull thud as it falls but I continue in the direction it came from. The hallway is thin and leaning a little to the left, I shiver I hate houses like this, they make me think they're haunted. From the farthest door, I can hear faint snoring so I go there, figuring my target is in there. I slowly turn the knob and push myself in, never just stick your head behind a closed door because you never know if someone behind the door has a sword and will cut your head off, you could argue that no one would, I would. 

Once I'm successfully in the master bedroom, the snoring doubles in noise. The man on the bed, snoring his life away, is my target. Daegan Bryant is an overweight man with grimy skin, thinning grey hair and dull green eyes. I sigh in defeat, I wanted this to be more fun, I wished he'd been awake so I could stab my swords in him like pins in an overstuffed pin cushion, beggars can't be choosers is what Paige says. I creep forward, not very quiet because I still wish he was awake but he stays in dreamland the whole time. I sigh again, stand up, and slash my clean swords on his throat so red blood oozes out and he chokes on his own blood and is dead in seconds, he never even opened his eyes. I grunt and wipe my sword clean on his clothes that are barely covering his bulging belly and walk out of the house, I pass the cat on my way out and find that it hasn't moved since, I assume the poor thing is put out of it's misery and move on. Daegan had to die because he raped a girl. She was new in town and didn't know the good areas from the bad and her friends weren't much help. She knew someone who knew someone else who was related to someone on our team who alerted our bosses, they sent me after him. I continue walking down the street towards my next target, oblivious of the few blood splatters on my silver mask.

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I'm pretty sure my whole mask is covered with red now, my last target put up a fight even while she was bleeding all over the floor. A wisp of my hair flies in front of my eyes which distracts me from where I'm going, I collide into someone and I immediately reach back for my stained swords and hold them in front of me like a shield, which they are. The person in front of me is short with snow white skin, hair a little longer than mine but black and wavy, she has grey green eyes and pointed ears indicating that she's from Motunuamoloupe and has special powers. She just stood there, staring at me, I know she's a foreigner and doesn't know I'm Wasp but she should be concerned that a woman in a mask and two big swords is in front of her. I stand up straight suddenly and she doesn't even flinch, what is wrong with this lady? Is she using her powers? I get annoyed and yell at her,

"Tog eag eh ni quui heloyutmol!" "Get out of my way foreigner!" The woman meets my glaring eyes and smiles, 

"Wasp, you have no idea how long I've been looking for you."