ASSASSIN 16

💀🌸Chapter One🌸💀

He tossed the blurry image of my next target in front of me as he puffed hard on his cigarette. I carefully picked up the small shiny square and glanced it over carefully before setting it down again and looking up at the tall, slender figure. He glared at me as I leaned back in the chair I was sitting on.

"You want me to kill this little freak?" I asked him, pointing lazily towards the photograph and raising an eyebrow. He nodded as he dropped the cigarette and ground it out with his foot. I let out a tired sigh and scooted towards the edge of the chair. "I dunno, boss. He doesn't look like he's done anything to deserve this at all."

The Boss gave me one of his poker faced expressions and went to light another cigarette. Man, how much does this guy smoke anyway?
"Doesn't matter what he looks likes, just kill 'em," he snapped, enjoying that freshly lit cancer stick between his lips. As he blew out the smoke, he had a miniature coughing fit. I rolled my eyes and stood up, fanning the air so I didn't accidentally inhale the death cloud coming from his cigarette.

I picked up the photograph and looked it over one last time before folding it up and stuffing it into my pocket. "How soon do you want him dead?" I asked The Boss. He though for a moment before answering with a simple, "The sooner, the better."

"That don't tell me nothing," I mumbled, pushing past him amd heading for my room in the back of the dimly lit building. It was small, but at least I wasn't sleeping on the couch. It was covered in cigarette burn holes and smelled of smoke. Not a good thing.

I entered the cramped bedroom and promptly shut the door behind me with a loud BANG. I sat on my bed and smiled when it creaked under my weight. Now, I'm not that heavy of a creation (122 lb.), but everything seems to break if I step or sit on it. It's strange, but I've gotten used to it. I've learned to lean my weight onto one side so the object under me doesn't break at all.

I looked around my bedroom with tired eyes until my gaze landed on my dagger laying on the night stand. It was special to me since The Boss gave it to me the first day I joined the agency. But now it was worn down and rusted. I carefully picked it up and tossed it a few times in the air, catching it again and again until that got boring and I set it down again. I hope I can find a way to repair it soon, since I still haven't figured it out.

I flopped onto my back on the soft bed and closed my eyes. I was so tired I didn't bother to change into something comfortable. The image of my target flashed into my mind, they looked so innocent. What did they even do that made The Boss want them dead?

I soon drifted off to sleep, asking myself all these questions before I dreamed about my little sister and her smiling face, and then nothing.

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I awoke to the sound of bird chirping their pretty songs outside my window and The Boss' shouts outside my bedroom door. I heard Timothy's pleading voice through all the banging and sounds of shattering glass.

"Boss, I swear, I didn't do nothing," he said in a shaky tone. Another glass object shattered. "He just pulled the trigger on 'emself, you know? I didn't do nothing-"

"Shut up!" The Boss shouted at the fragile boy. I knew I should have done something but I didn't want to get caught up in their drama. I kept listening to what was happening. Yet another glass object shattered, this time it was thrown against my bedroom door. Timothy kept up with his desperate whimpers and whines.
"Boss, I didn't do nothing- I d- I'm sorry Boss. I didn't do nothing-"

I heard a loud SMACK and Timothy shouted out something that I couldn't decode. I assume The Boss had stormed away because I could hear his heavy footsteps and the slamming of the front door. Timothy knocked on my door a few minutes after.

"Andy, you awake...?" he asked quietly through the door. I sat up on my bed and ran a hand through my hair and sighed. "Come in," I told him in response. He slowly opened the door and peeked inside before stepping in and sitting down next to me. There was a red hand mark on his cheek that I could only assume was from The Boss.

"Uh... You doing okay?" I asked. What a dumb thing to say, of course he isn't okay. Timothy shook his head and looked at me longingly, like his entire world had been shattered into pieces.
"He's gotten worse," he mumbled. He reached over and grabbed my hand. I looked down at my feet and swung them to try and keep myself occupied while I thought of something to say.

"What would you like me to do about it?" I mumbled. It may have come off as rude, but not to Timothy. He squeezed my hand a bit. "I'm not sure... Somehow I wanna get out of this though. I don't wanna kill people anymore." He looked at me with watery eyes. "What about you, Andy? What're you gonna do?"

I remembered the photograph in my pocket, pulled it out and unfolded it. Timothy glanced at it and frowned.
"Is that your next target?" he asked. I nodded slightly and dropped the photograph, watching it flutter to the carpeted floor. I smiled a bit and turned back towards Timothy.

"I'm leaving tonight so I can take care of it. Do you wanna come?" I asked softly. He shook his head and smiled. "No, thank you. But it was nice of you to offer." He sighed, and I noticed a tear slip down his cheek. I sat there not knowing what to do. He was crying and the only thing I could think of-

I turned his face towards me and kissed away all of his tears before kissing him on his lips. They were soft and tasted like the mint chapstick he used. He chuckled as I pulled away from the kiss and hugged him. We sat there in each other's embrace for a few minutes just enjoying each other's warmth and comfort. Finally, we peeled away from each other.

I glanced over at the clock hanging above the bedroom door and panicked. It was almost 10pm already! I stood up quickly, almost knocking Timothy over. "Sorry-!" I sputtered out, collecting everything I needed for my mission. I gave him one more quick kiss on the cheek and rushed out the building and into the forest, where I could properly pack up everything. I heard Timothy's voice ringing in the dark as I stood up and looked back to see him standing in the doorway. I waved and quickly ran off.

"Good luck! I love you!" he called.