The Untold Story of A Girl Assassin

And So it Began

Panic and fear couldn't even begin to describe what I felt standing there alone in my bedroom. I was petrified thinking of all the possible scenarios that could potentially happen if I couldn't somehow pay off the huge debt my family was in. Me coming home to an empty house, finding my parents bodies in a ditch somewhere, or being dragged away in dark black windowless vans and being sedated with chloroform. With all this clouding up my mind, I decided Chemistry could wait. Now the even more complicated problem popped into mind. How in the world was I going to rob a bank? I mean, I may not have been the best student but that was seriously the most idiotic idea i'd ever though of. Was there anyone who had successfully robbed a bank alone not counting the people with superpowers? Ridiculous. Everything seemed absolutely ridiculous.

I needed someone who could help me, who could teach me. Someone who could rob a bank before the month was over. My mind recalled to the news report that had been on earlier in the day of the criminal roaming the streets of my town then to the hooded homeless looking man who had watched me walk home. Somehow I felt they made a connection. If my previous idea had been insane, this one sounded even worse. In order to rob a bank, I needed an accomplice, and the best accomplice available happened to be a wanted criminal. I was beyond desperation now and decided that he would be my best bet at helping out my family. It was just a matter of luring him out, and if my theories were correct, then my plan would work even just the slightest.

When I heard the sound of silence emanating through my house I knew that my parents were both asleep. I crept silently out of my room which happened to be right near my parent's bedroom and the stairs. I snuck across the hall and into my father's study where he kept his most expensive and valuable items for safe keeping. There was a Rolex watch, diamond earrings and necklace that belonged to my mother, and a small handgun in a safe just in case of an emergency. Knowing that they rarely checked the drawers these items were hidden in, I decided to borrow everything for a few days.

The next Friday morning, I placed the Rolex watch on my wrist and put on the diamonds and proceeded to go through my daily routine. While my parents tried strainingly hard to make things seem normal and as if nothing was wrong, it was hard knowing the truth. I left for school and headed towards the route that went through the park. Just as expected I saw the same hooded man lying on a park bench hopefully awake. I passed by him and noticed that my shoelaces were untied. I bent down to tie them, with him only a few feet away from me and I could feel his gaze. There was hardly anyone in the park since it was so early and I can't deny feeling nervous for my life. As soon as I finished, I got out of there as fast as I could without seeming too rude. Being glad that first phase was over I tried to go about school normally but with no luck. I got some compliments and questions on my elaborate fashion choices that day, but fortunately none of my friends noticed the weird vibes I was sending out and with all the talk about colleges I didn't blame them for not noticing.

On the way home, I went through the same park again and spotted the hooded man sitting on the ground against the fountain in the middle of the park. I began to walk quickly and suddenly dropped by bag on the ground dropping my wallet and Drivers License on the ground near him. He neither moved or shifted in position, only kept his head down as if he was asleep. I carefully walked over to pick up my things thinking that he might try to grab me but nothing happened. Very anticlimactic. Still anxious and a little curious, I sprinted home and set up things for the last phase of my plan.

Night fell and I heard the door of my parents room close behind them, signaling that the house would be still and quiet until morning. I double checked to make sure everything was in place and curled up in my bed, .22 pistol under my pillow just in case. As the night carried on it seemed as though it would be an ordinary night, until the small alarmed lock on my window opened but without a sound. A tallish figure illuminated by nothing but moonlight slid into my room and I knew that if I hadn't been awake, I never would have caught them. The tip-toed over to my dresser and picked up the Rolex watch I had set down. Clutching the grip of the gun under my pillow I broke the silence.

"Don't move." I could tell their back straightened in surprise. Not fear of being caught, only surprise.

There was an almost pitiful chuckle as I took out the gun and reached to press the switch that turned on only the light of my nightstand.

"Just try and turn on the light. The power won't work." said a low and almost pretentious voice.

My hand instead shifted to my phone and I quickly switched on the flashlight feature. My hands shook as did my voice but I quickly moved out of my bed still shining the light at him, and holding the gun in the other His back was still turned and his hands were held up as if he had really been caught. I unlocked the gun and cocked it, making it known that I had some source of protection. His head moved slightly with wonder and he scoffed lightly.

"I've got to say i'm a little impressed. Either you knew I was coming, or you're just always that prepared."

"S-stay right there! D-don't think I won't try and shoot." My heart felt as if it could burst any minute and I was starting to doubt my ability to pull the trigger if necessary. "I h-had a feeling you would show up, Mr hooded homeless guy who is actually the criminal."

He shook his head and turned around with his hands up. He was nothing like I thought he looked like. His hood had covered most of his features but now that a bright light was shining on him I could see very clearly that he was barely a man. About nineteen if anything; only a year older than me! His hair was dark brown and shortish, his face was slender and slightly pale, and his brown eyes looked as though they held no emotion, but somehow still managed to pierce right into you. It almost made it hard to concentrate on what I was doing in the first place.