Ember

Ember - Short Story

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Hello Wattpaders :D Welcome to my story. This story was an entry for my school's Creative Writing Competition that had "Playing with Fire" as its theme. This story may seem slightly... um... disorganised as I had to squeeze my idea into a 500-word essay. I will try to edit this story to make it more readable and exciting for you guys :3 I apologise in advance for my really crappy writing skills and grammar as I'm not a really good writer :p  Hope you guys enjoy my short story :D

This story is dedicated to Myeouz, for helping me with Ember from the beginning :D

Side note: This story is only one chapter long and I do not plan to continue the story, unless you guys want me to :3 So please let me know!

So... without further ado...

I present... Ember. 

~Am c;

WARNING: THIS STORY INCLUDES LAME SONG REFERENCES.

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Many people have secrets. Secrets that should never be exposed. Secrets that should be kept in the dark. But how can you keep the truth of the flames from illuminating the dark? 

First things first, I’m the realest, I am not your average 17-year old teenage girl. I never had the chance to feel what it was like to be normal. I never had the chance to hang out with normal people. Never had the chance to go to a normal school.

Since I was young, my family and I were part of Ember, an organisation that kills for a living. Now before you call the cops on me, hear me out. Our organisation was on the “good side”, we eliminated wanted criminals from the world. Each member would be assigned to kill three targets a month by our leader, who was only known as Da Rude. If we succeed, we earn money. But should we fail our mission three times… Like they say: Three strikes and you’re out.

We had 3 rules in the organisation: We had to keep our identity and the organisation a secret, no matter what. We also had a specific way to kill and dispose the body.

Da Rude had always preferred something more flashy, something to light ‘em up.

The assignment was given to me about a week ago. I still remember Da Rude calling me up to his office, which looked like it was hit by a sandstorm. He handed me the yellow envelope, which contained the names of my targets and said, “You know what to do.” 

The first two targets were easily disposed of. I caught them both off guard and torched them both. As I watched the flames flicker into the sky as I lit up my second target, I realised how much this has been a game to me. It was my only source of entertainment.

The time finally came around for me to seek out my last target, Mr Sam Claffin. I slowly inched towards the door to his red-bricked house, remembering my life was at stake. Da Rude had told me, “Remember, Mr Sam is a dangerous man. Be careful when going after him as he will be a few steps ahead of you.” I shook my head at the thought and told myself that I was just scaring myself. 

As I was about to turn the knob to his door, a masked figure emerged from inside the house and dragged me in with a great force. I kicked and punched with all my might, but all efforts were in vain. The figure dragged me down some steps roughly, into a room which I assumed was a basement, where he then strapped me to a chair tightly. There was definitely no escape for me now. Or is there? 

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DUN DUN DUNNNNN CLIFFHANGEEEEER SORRY GUYS

anyways... I hoped you liked this short story so far :3 please feel free to comment some feedback for me and maybe some ideas so I can continue writing this story :D (if you want me too...) anyways don't forget to vote if you liked it and I will see you in... maybe the next chapter...? xD or next story huuuuuuuh o3o? LOL okay Am is high. Am will leave so GOODBYE.