⚠️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (MDNI) ⚠️
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Blood. So much blood. On the ceiling, the walls, even the damn roof.
"A normal person would just, I don't know, bleed in one spot and call it a day-but NO, you had to turn this place into a murder scene and pass out!"
"Oh, shit-there's so much blood! What are we supposed to do?" He practically jumped out of his skin when he finally noticed the mess.
She stopped pacing, took a deep breath, and clenched her fists. Her violet eyes practically glowed. "We are professional assassins. We know what to do."
"So... what's the plan?"
"Sorry, our what?"
"Oh my god, we are going to die."
Antonella Villain wasn't always this unhinged. She used to be the girl with the sunshine smile, the voice that could make people cry (in a good way), and a future that was practically gift-wrapped. But life? Life took one look at her plans and laughed.
College was supposed to be her fresh start. Instead, it became the plot twist no one asked for. One day, she had it all-family, love, a future. The next? Poof. Gone.
And now? Now, she's an assassin with a mysterious past, a dark sense of humor, and absolutely nothing left to lose.
And the most dangerous people? They're the ones with nothing to lose...
Warning:
This story contains mature language and themes - reader discretion is advised
Annie Bloom is an average girl. She's in college, has a best friend, works, and studies. Yet one day she finds herself attacked, hospitalized, and nearly killed. Her best friend, Will, is certain it has to do with the guy she just started dating. Is Will jealous? Could her new boyfriend be involved? Or is it someone else entirely? Annie must find out quickly because every day could be her last.
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I could feel nothing but the pain.
I felt every hit in excruciating detail with each erratic, painful heartbeat as my world became reduced to a series of agony. I struggled to breath through the broken ribs that constricted my airflow like a two-ton concrete slab had fallen on me. The blood from the blows to my head rolled down my face in waves.
My arm was twisted at an impossible angle, yet I couldn't scream because my mouth would not open. I could feel the kicks coming at me from all directions, and as I received another one to the head I knew this was the end for me and my heartbeat slowed. The stab wound was bleeding too much for me to survive.
When they left me for dead my eyes began to droop and the last thing I saw through fuzzy tunnel-like sight was a man running towards me before one final rattling breath coursed through my broken body and my heart stopped beating.