Cold Assassin ~Rewriting~

Ethan

I woke up quickly. 

Another nightmare.

I must have fallen asleep on my bed. I looked at my white clock. 3:32 A.M. remembering that I have to go to training at 5:00A.M.. I stood up from my bed and noticed the file on the floor. I didn't look at it last night. I took the file from the floor and sat back down on the bed. The first thing that I saw when I opened the file was a picture of a boy with brown hair and blue eyes just like Seth. Next to the picture I saw a name Ethan Reed. 

"Seth Reed." I whispered to myself.

A tear went down my face. No way am I going to start to cry. I closed the file and ran into my bathroom. There was still bits of make up and mask on my face that I didn't wash off last night from the "job". I would hate to leave it on.I decided to take a shower. 

After I got dressed, I went back in my room to see that it was 4:09 A.M. I had a lot of time to pass before my training. I made my bed and took Ethan's file with me downstairs.

 I walked down the stairs, through the living room and into the kitchen. I put down Ethan's file on the kitchen table. I walked up to the sink to wash my hands. I went to a cabinet to grab a plate and saw my mother outside the kitchen window parking her car. What was she doing here? I walked through the backdoor.

"What are you doing here? You don't usually come here this early." I asked with no hesitation.

"Good morning mother?" she asked.

"Good morning." I said holding onto the mother part.

"That's better."she said with a smirk creeping on her thin lips.

"Answer the question please."I said coldly.

"I am here to check on you. I am going to be training you today." she said with a harsh tone in her voice.

She went inside through the backdoor.  

I followed her inside and found her standing by the kitchen table with no expression on her face.

"Why is this here?"she asked.

"I was grabbing some breakfa...."

"Haven't you read the file?" She interrupted me.

"No." I said walking to get the file but she blocked me.

"Why not?" she asked.

"I was sleepy. Can we start training early?" I asked trying to change the subject. 

"Yes we can." 

She moved away raising her right hand.  Just before she could hit me I ducked down grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back. Another surprise attack. How fun. 

"You did ask for early training."

I let her go.

"You are well trained. See you downstairs in 5 minutes."

Downstairs was a code word for training hell. I got used to training a long time ago. My parents made the basement look normal. The only problem was that it was not. There were other floors made under the already enormous house. 

The Hell, was my name for it. The underground floors were where everything happened. My parents barely spent time in the house. Either they were in Hell or in the headquarters for what I like to call  "evil people".

Hell has a training center, my mothers office, my fathers office, bathrooms, bedrooms, the escape rooms, and even some pools. I never go to the pools because others like me go there for what they call "fun". My escape room was where I spent my time. I keep all of my files there so if the police ever came the files go with me. I don't want anyone to know who I am. Although I have never been caught I feel better that my files are down there. 

I grabbed the file off the table and headed down the stairs into the fake basement. My parent changed the lock for the secret elevators every week. It would be hard to figure out the code if you were an intruder. The pad for the code was underneath a vase on top of a bookshelf. I went to the vase and lifted it. I put in this weeks code. 

= 1 a 9 b 1 2 l

That was the easy part of the lock. The hard part came next. The mirror above the bookshelf opened and sprayed invisible liquid over my face. I felt the little tingles of the spray reacting to my skin, relieved that I was fine but my eye was now irritated from the spray. The liquid destroys any masks that intruders would wear. I would have hated to have any bit of my mask left. My face would literally be on fire.

Next thing on the list was the eye scanner which removed the irritation. Finally I was in. My parents have always been updated on new technology. They had to be.

 I went through the entrance and pressed the down button. Another door opened to the elevator. I saw buttons zero through fifty-four and pressed twelve. Floors numbered twelve through thirty six were where all the training happened. I heard a rattle and the elevator started to move down.

I looked over to where the camera was and waved to whoever was watching. I used to play a game when I was a little girl. Counting all of the cameras all over the place. My parents taught me the game but I realized what they wanted me to learn. You could always sneak around if you knew where the cameras were. No one can prove you were there.

The elevator stopped moving and opened up its door.

I walked through and went looking for my training room.

There is different levels of training and even different fighting skills to learn. After you learn your basics you can choose what type of training you want to do.

Because of me the floors of the training rooms kept expanding. Once I learned everything there was available my parents still wanted to push me over the edge. At least they let me pick knew activities. I would have been the only one to be training in my training rooms if it wasn't for my brother. The correct term for him is the evil step brother. I don't consider that to be a brother at all.

I have always hated him and he has always hated me. We don't even act to know each other because well we don't. My father told me about him over two years ago. At first I was kinda of happy hoping he wasn't trained but of course I asked for to much.

My father and my mother have always adored their little Cold Assassin but never him. He got training from others, not my parents. That's about when he started hating me. To even think he is jealous of me being trained by them is unthinkable. He could have them if he wanted them.