The Silver Assassin

Prologue- Alice

I was fourteen when I saw my first assassin. I was in my brother's office to say hello and spend time with him after my year-long recovery. My brother, John, is a multimillionaire and owner of a local company.

As my brother and I were chatting, a man entered the room. The man seemed to have this air of arrogance and over self-confidence, which made me very uneasy. I conveyed this feeling to my brother using our old secret hand signals. Registering my unease, my brother carefully examined the man approaching his desk.

"Can I help you?" John gave the man a questioning gaze, one eyebrow raised. The man shook his head, smiling eerily before pulling out a knife and making a dive for my brother's chest, aiming directly for the heart. The blade, however, didn't reach its mark but instead grazed my brother's right arm as I slammed into the man's side. We landed on the ground; the wind knocked out of us, before I could move the assassin had his arm around my chest and his knife to my throat.

"Don't do anything stupid or your pet here dies." The assassin growled at my brother; his voice gargled.

"Leave my sister alone." John hissed through the pain of his arm. This made the assassin chuckle, pressing the blade against my skin, breaking a few layers and causing a small trickle of blood to slip down my throat. As the pain washed over me, something in my chest sparked and in a split-second decision, I jabbed my elbow into the assassin's ribs. His grip loosened as he gasped for air, giving me a chance to push his hand away and escape to behind my brother's desk.

"Your sister would be good in my line of work." The man grimaced, clutching his ribs as he looked at me for a moment. He then turned his attention back to my brother, and in a mocking tone said "Maybe I should take her under my wing, hm?"

"If you lay another finger on my sister you won't live to see another day." My brother growled at the man before us.

"Oh, really now? I touch her soft, silver long curls and you'll make sure I won't live to see the sunset?" The assassin smirked cockily at us, chuckling. "I'd like to see that."

I shuddered as he described the feeling of my hair, giving him more reason to smirk. That smirk... That damn smirk! Something snapped in me as I saw the way the assassin looked at me then my brother. I couldn't help it, I started forward, ignoring my brother's warnings and pleas for me to stop. I walked calmly up to the man, like I was leaving the room casually. I stopped one foot from him, looked up into his face and smiled the brightest, kindest, gentlest smile I could before lunging at him with a letter opener from my brother's desk aimed for his throat, I missed. I hit his heart instead. He was dead, I was covered in blood and still smiling, my brother was staring at me with a mix of horror and shock. I just killed someone... With my own hands. My smile twisted into something sinister and dark. I had enjoyed that; I had enjoyed killing a man. As I turned to face my brother, the smile fell from my face and I looked up to him, scared to death by what I had done.

John rang up the front desk, telling the secretary to call an ambulance and the police. After a couple minutes the sirens came into hearing distance, and the place was overrun by police officers and ambulance medics.