I look down onto the thriving city from the roof of the one-hundred-floor apartment. The stars shown down on me, making my gloved hands seem shiny, while the moonlight glinting off my silver bracelet. The city below blurred with bright colors, rapid moving objects, and foreign sounds. Living in the woods for my whole life made the cities seem weird and just plain wrong. Nothing should have that much noise in one area. Yet there was a strange sense of serenity and beauty of it all. Besides, because of the bright lights I don't even need to use my night vision.
Cloaked in night, I knew that no one should be able to see me, or at least it would be very hard since I am in black from neck to toe.
I was wearing sports black jeans with combat boots laced up to my leg. My long sleeved shirt is tight, but not so, that it completely gives my figure away. To anyone who saw me would probably think I was just some weird girl who was going to a funeral, if not for my belt of weapons around my waist. I had my two daggers at my sides, four pistols (two in front and another two in the back), a couple of hand grenades, poison and an antidote. Yep, the perfect set of weapons for an assassin. Well, for this assassin anyways.
I look through my binoculars and look ahead at my target, ignoring the harsh wind whipping my dark hair around my face. Why didn't I have a hair tie again? Oh right, Ace stole it... I am going to have to hurt him. I wander if chief will be too furious for killing one of his favorite pupils... Nah. He has me after all.
A loud crack came from my left side and I snap my head to the direction, analizing the surroundings. No one was up here, just some trash floating around in the mid-November air and crisp, browning leaves that have fallen off a tree from somewhere. There was no way that could have made that snapping sound... I swiftly took out my dagger and dropped the binoculars, letting it rest against my chest on its cord. I blink a couple of times, adjusting my contacts to night-vision. With this new vision, I saw that there were some twigs on the ground, a McDonald’s cup... nothing too unusual. Weird.
"A little girl shouldn't try to play in a man's game,” a low voice growled.
I whirled around to where I heard it. A man of about 6'2 with a broad chest and was wearing a black T and pants, revealing extremely thick legs and hairy arms stood a few feet away from me. Damn my stupid height of 5’4. Why must I be so short?
I cock my head ever so slightly, as if I was going to taunt him, and examined his face. He hadn't shaved in awhile, that much was obvious and he had a long scar that went from his forehead and jagged down to his jaw, his left eye an unnatural blue color.
"And you shouldn't meddle in mine." I answer lightly but grip my dagger, ready for a fight.
He came at me, full force and weight. Punching at me like a gorilla whose meal was stolen. I smile at this analogy; this man certainly remained me of a gorilla. He was hairy enough. I used used his slowness to my advantage because if there was one thing about me, it's that I am fast. The man wouldn't be able to hit me if he can't catch me, and this will only ware him out. Unfortunately, this man was probably just a distraction so I had to move quickly, so no playing around.
He tried to give me another blow, but I twisted around him and stabbed him in the side and without even missing a beat, I rushed forward, making a messy cut in his muscled skin. He let out a groan and collapsed to the ground. Knowing there could be more swarming around the place; I ran to the edge of the roof and without hesitation, jumped. For this single moment, I felt completely and utterly free. My hair flew backwards, the wind not quite as harsh but almost gentle and pleasant. It was times like these I wish I could just freeze time and stay like this forever. I landed with a thud and I rolled forward. I was on another roof, one much lower than the other was.
I felt a buzzing in my ear, making my head hurt momentarily, and I turned the switch so I could hear what whoever was at the other end at my head set had to say.
"What the hell happened Max? You abandoned your post!"
I sigh. Of course, it would be Ace. Only he would message me in the middle of the mission for no apparent reason. "Look Ace, someone attacked me so they found me first. I had to get out of there or else more would have came so don't yell at me."
"Then you should have taken them!"
I didn't respond for a moment, just concentrating on keeping my steps light and audible to the human ear, not the least bit of tired. "Aren't you worried I would have gotten killed?" I joke.
"Max, I don't even think your pride would allow that. Besides, I doubt death would want to take you away because you would be too much of a handful. Hell, I bet the devil himself wants you alive so he doesn't have to deal with you in the afterlife."
I laughed, and I heard five others laugh with me. "So true," Sin, the mysterious beauty of our group. All the boys love her and most of the girls want to be her.
"Amen brother." This had to be Bear, the oldest of Elite Six, because his deep, rich voice was unmistaken able.
"Oh shut up." I tell them, but not really meaning it. This was a private joke that has been going on since we all came together four years ago to become the best group of, well, everything. We are smart, fast, strong, and dangerous.
"Enough chit chat you three, get back to work and stay on your gaurd. They are about to make a move." this was Chief, the leader of Elite Six.
"Yes sir." I say with five other voices mixed in.
I shut it off, and think about how I could have lived a normal life. Stayed a normal girl, have normal friends, and probably a boyfriend who is normal.
I smile at this and think, Normal is so over rated. The action is where I live, and will always live.
always live.
