Dark Assassin [COMPLETED]

Chapter 4

Celeste

I want to laugh at myself. I'm good at decoys? What a stupid thing to say.  Not that it wasn't true, I really was great with decoys. Unfortunately, all I know, he taught me. That means, unless I manage to pull off that whole student surpasses the teacher crap that usually takes place in movies, I am down right crazy.
I head to the bath and pull on the wig. I let it down and put on some shades. Slinging the duffel bag onto my shoulders, I head towards my exit point.  I had slipped the phones into my duffel bag.

If he was tracking us, he was now tracking me. Marsh and Ivy didn't know about the phones. I'd done it discreetly. I had to give them time. All the routes I had picked out are quite shady. Their route passed through the sewers, mine was a back alley. More in the open.

I keep my head low as I trek through the alley. The aim is not to look suspicious and nothing screams suspicious as looking over your shoulder every two seconds. I head to Fair Bridge. It's old rusty and abandoned as I trudge past it.

There's a faint buzzing in my ear. No, not yet! It's too soon! Not that it matters now. I break into a sprint but its pointless. I hear the bike gaining on me. I stop dead on my track as he races on and cuts me off my path.

He didn't bother replacing his mask. He graciously gets off the motorbike and eyes me. He can see straight through my guise, obviously. I'm guessing he knew all along this was a decoy. That bothers me even more because what can he possibly want with me.

"I take it you chose to be the decoy. That wasn't very wise." He says.

"How can you be certain I'm the decoy?" I ask in challenge.

He slowly takes a step forward.

"I have no desire to play games." He says.

"And yet you fell right for it." I point out.

"I'm not here because you play me a fool. I'm here because getting you to tell me what I want is a lot less time consuming. You don't have to die but I will kill you." He says.

I believe him. I'd be dumb not to. Ivy believes that he can still be saved. I guess this is my one chance to find out. Don't get me wrong, I won't just play sitting duck. That would be downright suicidal but I do plan to rile him up. I suddenly feel hysteric as a plan creeps into my mind.

I eye his bike. No. I'd have to be stupid to even consider that but it's all I got and its a shot I'm taking. I break into a sprint heading straight at him. He wasn't expecting this. He stares at me in confusion.

I don't have time to reconsider as I quickly pull out a can of pepper spray from my jean pocket and fire straight at his face. I love pepper spray. It works like a charm and whilst he's there cursing and writhing in pain, I jump onto his bike and I ride.
Now I've made my fair share of dumb choices. Not killing him when I had the chance was definitely top three. Why? Simple. I thought I got away from him but as I approached the other side of the bridge I heard a slight beeping sound coming from somewhere on the bike and then the wheels exploded.

The explosion wasn't meant to kill, thank goodness. However, I find myself flying through the air before I crash land back onto the ground. I think I broke something. Its most definitely my left hand. I'm bruised and battered thanks to the fall but I can't feel the pain. I'm running on adrenaline.

Speaking of running. He's heading straight for me and he's pissed. I get up quickly and turn to run. Somebody has just parked their car, a cab. Not that I care. I'll take a Beetle right about now if it can get me away. I slam the door shut and step on it. I've never done defensive driving but, as I maneuver my way across the streets, even I can believe its doable.

I look back in my rear view mirror. He hasn't followed me but he hasn't exactly given up. His gun is raised. Aimed straight at me.

"Darn it!" I yell as I make a sharp turn.

I manage to change streets. I am about to let out a deep sigh of relief when I feel a sharp blinding pain on my left shoulder. I scream in pain. He shot me. He missed my heart but he still managed to shoot me.