The Assassin's Kiss

Chapter 3- My Uninvited Guest

Chapter 3- My Uninvited Guest

Panic. A feeling I haven't felt since my first assignment. I freeze, straining my ears to hear something: footsteps, clothes rustling, anything.

The water from the shower mutes any sounds my "guest" might've been making.

"Pepper?" I call.

I slowly turn off the shower and wrap a towel around my body. I open the door, expecting to see Pepper or maybe even Tabitha.

A dagger shoots past me, and I yelped in pain. I glance down and the dagger sliced my left arm. I look up and all I see if the hem of a dark grey skirt.

My assumption was just proven correct. Someone is out to get me. And that someone is one of my sisters.

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I threw my towel down to the ground and promptly stormed to the bathroom. The crimson blood from my arm was merging with the water on my body making a goopy red mixture. I rinsed off my arm with a wet cloth. I winced when the luke warm water reached the laceration. I wrapped the cloth around my bicep.

I took a crescent needle And some special thread from the medicine cabinet. Unless I wanted a big ass scar on my arm, I had to give my self stitches.

I slipped on underwear and a tanktop.

I sat down on my carpet with a thud. I stared down at the needle and thread. I could feel the sweat beading down my forehead. This would be loads easier if I didn't have a pathological fear of needles.

With a shaky hand, I thread the needle and unwrapped my arm.

I cried out in pain as the needle pierced my skin. I bit my lip and continued to sew up the laceration. Each time hurt worse than the last. I feel the tears roll down my cheeks. I'll be bawling by the time I'm done.

I tie together the last stitch of my "masterpiece" and look down. My arm is the size of a baseball and is an ugly shade of purple. I sigh. I wasn't going to let this ruin my day off.

Although, I'm going to be receiving alot of unwanted attention, which is go to be just fan-freaking-tastic, I'm still going to take my day off out and about. Day offs are the best day to study potential victims/clients.

But... I going to have to rethink my outfit. A long-sleeve sweater is not my clothing item of choice anymore.

In the end, I decided upon salmon pink button-down tank, a denim mini, and tan wedges. I put my long curly brown locks in a high ponytail.

I grab my purse and headed towards the door. Before leaving I glanced at myself in mirror. Apart from my deformed bicep, I looked pretty good. I throw on a fake smile and make my way to Cyl Trans.

Cyl Trans is short for Cylindrical Transportation. Otherwise known as... The Metro. Except unlike the gas guzzling subways from way back when, the Cyl Trans is solar powered and travels through a giant tube, hence the name. I made my way to the Order's private station.

A few other girls were already there( I wasn't surprised. Most of the other girls sleep in 'til noon on their day off), so I stand a little bit behind. Of all my sisters in The Order, there are a few I actually know and like, and there is only one I truly trust- Pepper.

Pepper and I have been part of the order since we were babies. Literally. The Order poses for orphanage for girls. They treated us like real kids and some really would get adopted. They would watch and care for us until the age of five, when they would chose the most exceptional of us and send us off to the real Order and we would start training.

Pepper and I were in the same class up until the we were 14. That was our last partner assignment, and Pepper's partner was Tabitha. Apparently, they got in a argument right in front of their victim, allowing him to escape and call the cops. They got away, but they didn't pass. After that, Pepper never caught up. She was always one class behind me. I even tried to fail one of my finals, but I still ended up barely passing.

I step on to the Cyl Trans, someone's violent shove waking me from my thoughts. I sat down in a far corner of the Cyl Trans car, so as my arm was hidden plain view. I lay my head down to rest. I mean I had an hour to kill before reaching the capital.