1D Meets the Assassin

Too Late To Apologize-Katara

As soon as I stepped out of the room, Chris pushed me into a corner. He held my arms down.

"Hear me out, please?" He begged.

I nodded.

"I want you back, K. I miss what we had. We had a spark, even you can't disagree about that. Please forgive me!" He would normally look innocent, but I knew that face. He was playing.

"No. I told you it was ofer when I caught you making out with that blond in the janitors closet. I meant it. Now get out of my face before you are 6 feet under the ground, right beside Lynn and her 4 husbands."

He stepped away from me. I kicked him in the downstairs area. "Good luck hafing kids."

I walked away, leaving him on the ground groaning in pain. I stopped by Jonas' office.

"Master, do you have any quick jobs I can do?" I asked politely.

He handed me a file. "Finish by midnight."

"Thank you, sir." I knelt and left.

So, the target's name was... Justin Beiber? Gonna have some fun with this. Niall wouldn't like it though. I jumped on my motorcycle and drove off, happy for the distraction. When I got to his house, I disabled all cameras and kept them. I pulled out a long, elegantly curved blade. I smiled. I was wearing my black catsuit, and a mask. I was going to set Miley Cyrus up for the murder. These were the times that I loved my job. I came upon Justin's bedroom. One quick stab in the chest was all I needed. He was dead. I wiped everything down and left the 'evidence' for the PoPo to find. I exited via window and wiped it down too. I walked to the cornerstore nearby and bought some chips. I jumped on my bike and drove back to the agency. It was midnight. I dropped the file off with D and checked on Niall and the girls. They were all sleeping peacefully. I went for a walk, not really bothering to tell anyone. I'd get back by 3 or 4. I was walking near an alley when I decided to rest for a minute. I leaned against the wall, most likely looking like a trouble-maker with my gothic looking clothing. My favorite color was black. I heard a scream, so I pushed myself off of the wall and looked around. A little boy that looked to be around 13 flew at me.

"Help!" He yelled.

"What's wrong?" I asked while holding his shoulders.

"T-t-they're gonna sh-shoot me!"

"Who?"

"Those people!" He pointed in the direction he had come.

I pulled my gun out. He flinched.

"Whatefer happens, don't get in front of me." I commanded him.

He hid behind me. 3 people came running out. I stashed my gun behind my back. They saw me.

"Hey, dudes, it's a chick." Goon 1 yelled.

They stopped in front of me. I slowly smiled before speaking.

"Hey boys, how are you doing on this fine night?"

They looked me over. They seemed to notice my relaxed posture, but not how my hand was held behind my back. They did, however, notice the boy trembling behind me.

"Hey, that's my brother! Come back here John!" Goon 2 yelled.

My hand tightened on the trigger. "The boy stays with me until you can profe it."

"Give me my brother." He took a step closer, pulling his gun into veiw.

"No." I pulled my pistol out.

"I'll shoot!"

"So will I. You have fife seconds to get lost or you will be my 2nd, 3rd, and 4th fictims for the night."