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Assassin | Jack Avery

(A/N: I highly recommend watching "Hannah", I think it's on Amazon Prime? I'm not quiet sure but it's a good show to watch if you're into assassin type movies. This story is inspired by it!)

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"You know what you have to do" his deep voice rings throughout the dark and empty hallway, every dorm room shut and locked.

I'm an assassin. An assassin trained since childhood, specifically. Myself and 20 other girls were stolen as newborns as an 'experiment' to train us as assassins by a facility named F.A.S (Female Assassination Society), but all of the girls call it the Female Abducted Slaves. They "secretly" drug us every month and train us everyday, pushing us to be better than others. We graduate when we're 21 and I'm currently 19, only 2 years away from finally being able to leave this hell hole.

All of us girls are like sisters and best friends, since we've been together our whole lives and raised together. We all hate it here, but we can't leave. Girls have tried to escape but have been caught, causing them to be punished and brought back.

"Yes, sir" I respond, being escorted into a black van by two guards. The door slams shut and I stare out the window as the trees fly by. I'm being sent on a mission to kill a young man, only a couple years older than me, who now knows about F.A.S and what they do. If I can't kill him, then I'm at least expected to kidnap him and bring him back to the facility.

As much as it shames me to admit, I have killed. I killed an elderly man. I was tasked to kill a young woman and her child but I couldn't bring myself to do it and was severely punished for it. They said that if I didn't complete my next task then my punishment would be worse.

"What does he look like?" I shyly ask, not yet knowing the identity of the man. The guard next to me opens a file and hands me a piece of paper with a photo and a bunch of information on him. I look at the picture and I mentally gasp. He's a young man, only 21, with what looks to be extremely soft and fluffy dyed-blonde hair and brown eyes. He's very attractive.

"Alright, we're here. You know what happens if you don't complete your mission" he says dead-faced. I hesitantly nod in response and step out of the van, the warm summer wind lightly blowing back my long and straight brown hair. "West side of the A.T building" the guard says through the intercom.

I tilt down the black cap on my head, hiding half of my face, and walk towards the large A.T building. Looking at the clock/compass on my wrist, I turn left around the side of the building and walk forwards. "He's behind that door, go!" He yells, almost bursting my ear drum.

I walk a little faster and prepare myself before swinging the side door open and stepping in, the sudden gust of air blowing my hair back as if this were a movie. I look up and make eye contact with the man and 2 other women who run out of the building, clearly frightened by my sudden presence.

He seems a bit startled but realisation kicks in and he looks, scared? I kick under his legs and he falls onto his butt and I grab onto his arms, securely holding them behind his back. I shakily hold the gun to his head but don't pull the trigger, hesitantly standing there as I let out deep breaths as I try to force myself to do it. To kill him.

"You know you don't want to do it" he whispers, fear no longer evident in his persona. "If I don't I'll get punished. I don't want that to happen again" I stutter almost on the brink of tears. "Again? This isn't the first time you didn't want to kill someone?" He asks surprised. I breathe in a sharp breath and shakily let it go, whispering "no".

The door bursts open and the two guards march in, their guns in hand ready to shoot. "Do it, y/n. You know what'll happen if you don't" one of them threatens, slowly walking closer. "I-I can't. You know I don't like killing innocent people. Why can't you just get one of the others to do it!" I cry, my tears turning to angry tears.

"Because you're our best agent and the only one who has actually killed someone before. Now I'll say it again, pull the trigger" he says, evidentially getting angry. "The man had killed hundreds of people and he was older and had lived more of his life so I was more okay with that than all the others. But I definitely did not enjoy it" I grit.

My grip on his arms loosen but doesn't fully let go, knowing that if I let him free I'd be in even more trouble. "If you won't kill him then we will, and I don't think you'll like that either." The other guard says, taking a big step forward.

"If boss wants to kill people, tell him to do it himself" I snap, lifting the gun from the man's head and towards a guard and shooting him. He falls to the ground and the other guard goes to shoot the man but I let go of him and shove the gun in my pocket, sprinting over and kicking the gun out of the guard's hand.

I grab onto his arm and twist it, as well as kicking his feet causing him to land on his stomach, pressing my foot harshly on his back. "You tell him or I will" I say and release my foot, making him get up and fearfully run out of the building

"Wow" the man breathes and I turn around, ripping the cap off of my head. "Th-thank you?" He says, almost like a question. Salty tears run down my face and I look up into his chocolate brown orbs that are staring into my eyes, "You're welcome..."

He smiles warmly, "Jack, Jack Avery"