Just in case anyone is confused the italicized arethoughts. TW; mentions of blood
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Turning the shower on, at a cold, warm like temperature, you slip off the sweaty clothes you were wearing while running. It was one of those showers that was made of glass and that you had to stand in, which you liked because it gave you space.
Once the you smacked a glob of conditioner inside your hair as you take the time to wash yourself with the unscented body wash that you had for awhile.
Afterwards you put on matching white underwear along with a comfortable white bra. On top of it, you decided to wear a blue sweatshirt and black leggings that you felt comfortable in.
As you got out, you decided to listen to some music while preparing yourself a salad—one made up of fruits along with a your favorite kind of smoothie.
As you turned on the blender, you heard a knock on the door and rolled your eyes. You already knew that it was probably your neighbor's kids as they were constantly roaming the halls making a whole bunch of noise.
You switch the blender off, and out down the music as you make your way to the door. Swinging it open, you were met with a gun pointed in the middle of your forehead.
The stranger who stood in front of you cocks the gun back, showing that it wasn't on safety anymore.
"Wow, I thought it was have been harder to catch you." The male in front of you scoffs. He grabs your arm, slightly twisting it behind your back, pulling you close to him.
In that moment, you wanted nothing more then to drop kick the asshole in the face but you knew better. If you were going to get out of your current situation alive you had to be smart.
His mouth comes close to your ear, causing you to feel his breath on your neck. "You're going to listen, if you don't I will kill you and whoever you care about."
Clenching your jaw, you said okay as he held the gun to your back, leading you outside.
Once you were in front of the side car door, you bump your head back, hitting him in the nose. He stumbled back and you turned around pushing him up against the brick wall. You arm was up to throat and he sneered at you.
"Who the fuck sent you." You whisper harshly, the words coming out of you in a ball of building rage.
As you were about to apply pressure on his throat to try and find out who he was working for or what his plan was you felt the cold barrel hit the back of your head.
Shit a partner—you thought as your body involuntarily drop to the ground.
You were confused on who was out to get you but you also had a pretty good guess. After all, being a professional hitwoman came with it's cons and one them was being hunted.
