What An Assassin Has To Do

To Dust. Not!

I return to my apartment to take a shower and turn in for the night, the door is stuck so I throw my shoulder against it. As I do, I hear a yelp from inside so I crouch down with my swords out. I stalk into my bedroom to see my bed made and my bathroom steamy, I growl under my breath seeing some of my worst pet peeves, why would you make the bed only to mess it up again? Why do you not turn the bathroom fan on? It gets foggy, humid, and water drops collect on the ceiling, this must be why my front door was stuck. I continue forward when suddenly a figure jumps out from the other side of my made bed, I twist away and ready myself to swing the swords down on their neck when I hear hysterical giggling. Paige is on the floor with her hands clutching her naked stomach, she has on my red, blue and white crop top, ripping shorts and white socks. Her shoulder length, black, curly hair is wet and smells like coconuts, she has eyeliner on her shoulder and lipstick on her lips.

"Paige! You know not to do that! I just got back from work!" I scolded, lowering my arms. She calms down and gives me an awkward high five,

"I'd hug you, but I just took a shower." She explains, I give her an annoyed side glance,

"And you didn't turn on the fan,"

"I also made your bed!" She gives me a cheeky smile while bouncing on my bed, I sigh and take my hair out of my braid,

"Why are you here? Did you want something?"

"I just got back from work and was close to your place. I decided to pop in and take a shower, the last guy was a gusher." Paige, Briar, and Apollo may seem young but they are very well trained assassins as well, they go out on their own jobs at night and manage to pass high school at the same time. We are all orphans, we were found and taken, literally, to Information X and were trained to become the next employees. Info X has been our whole lives.

"Can I have a pop tart?" Paige asks standing up from my bed, I nod and tell her I'm going to take a shower.

"Okay! She shouts from down the hall,

"Oh! Kynlee! Apollo said Abu needs more food! Also the boys are coming over when they get off of work! I just texted them!" I roll my eyes while stripping out of my bloodied work clothes,

"Since when have I allowed parties at my place?" I yell back, joking. I always enjoy having my friends over, they always cheer me up after work. Paige's laughter from down the hall is drowned out by the hot water loudly spraying the bottom of my white bathtub.

I'm shaking my wet hair out as I walk out of my en suite, only to be hit in the head with a pillow. My instincts kick in and I grope behind my back for my swords, only to find they are not there, I'm brought back to the present  by Apollo's and Briar's laughter as they hit each other over and over with the pillows previously on my bed. I pick up the rogue pillow and stalk over to the boy's, I reach out and pluck the pillows from my friends's hands and hide them behind my back, the boys stop and look at me,

"Aw! Come on Kyn, we're sorry that pillow hit you on the head! We didn't mean too! Briar just doesn't have as good reflexes as me because he chose poison over a bow!" Apollo whines, I continue to scowl and hold the pillows,

"You know I do not like to see blood Apollo, it makes me feel gross! Plus, you need more skill to sneak around and hide cyanide in milks, butters, cereals, vodkas, pop tarts!" Briar suddenly exclaims when Paige walks into the room with a strawberry pop tart in her hand that is half eaten. Her empty mouth drops open in shock,

"Oh no you didn't Briar!" She shrieks, he calmly looks at her wide, glaring, eyes,

"No, I did not Paige. Kynlee may I have a pop tart?" I start to chuckle at their child like obsession with pop tarts, and nod my head,

"Sweet! No way!" Their earlier argument forgotten, Apollo races after Briar. I throw the pillows down on my bed and sit, patting the spot next to me for Paige to sit.

"What were they arguing about earlier?" She asks, I shrug,

"The usual, poison is better than a bow, blah blah blah!" I scrunch up my eyebrows and stick out my tongue, 

"They still haven't figure out that swords are superior." I say, tugging lightly on her drying hair. I suddenly remember the eyeliner writing on her shoulder,

"Paige," I say, looking at her temporary tattoo,

"Why are you writing on yourself?" She turns toward me and looks at her shoulder, it reads:

Geh Jacg. Meg! (To Dust. Not!)

I frown as I read it then glance at her silently asking why she chose this choice of words. She sighs,

"It's how I feel," she says simply, I leave it at that when we hear claws scampering on my hardwood floors. A small, orange, monkey with a small face and long tail jumps onto my shoulder and starts eating a corner of a pop tart, jelly drips onto my favorite blue jacket but I don't mind, I have multiple. I hear feet thudding as Apollo runs towards us,

"Abu! I told you that this was my food! You can get yours when Kynlee buys you more food,"

I give him the look,

"What? I spent the last of my money on new arrows!" I sigh and hand him a twenty, I don't know what monkeys eat anyways.

"Pay me back next week after pay day and don't spend this on arrows! If I find out you and Abu lied to me, I will personally put a new carving on your bow!" Apollo flinched at my threat and harsh tone, he hated it when we put gouges in his smooth, wooden bow, it was like his second baby.

"Roger that, uh and we ate all the pop tarts so uh can I buy more?" He smiles sweetly at me,

"If you and Briar ate the rest of my pop tarts, then you two can buy more with your own money." He nods his head and takes off to the MegaMart across town. Next to me, Paige busts out laughing and rolls on the floor,

"What's so funny?" I ask her, she keeps laughing and points at my shoulder where Abu is sitting and wipes a tear from her eye,

"He forgot his fricken monkey!!"