The Chosen One...

The Chosen One...

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'knock! knock!' someone banged on my front door, as i comforted the crying child beside me. "it's going to be okay, don't worry, every thing will be okay." i whisper into there ear as i took a key out of my pocket, sticking it into the child's hand. "climb into the wall and lock the door, everything you need will need is in here... just remember, i love you, don't worry..." i said, as a tear slid down my cheek. the was busted down from it's hidges, i took off my necklace, locking it onto the child. "you need to stay quiet, do come out no matter what." i whisper, ushering the child into the door on the wall. "lock the door on the inside, please stay calm and quiet." i watche the childs eyes water as tear slid down her cheek, as i closed the door. Men came into the room with guns filled with sliver bullet, skin as pale as snow. They pointed the guns to my face, the pulled the trigger, spending the bullet into my head, with the chosen one in the wall, i as killed protecting my child, the chosen one... [coming soon]
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"Shit!" I muttered under my breath. He pulled open the door and headed for me with a smile that made my skin crawl. I withdrew my gun from my bag and hid it under the table. "Ah Blake Reid. At last we meet!" He pulled out the chair directly across from me. "Who are you and why have you been following me?" I growled. "I'm the man who is going to kill you," he gave me a masochistic smile. I withdrew my gun from its place under the table. It was pointed between his eyes and I took pleasure in the shock that was on his face. He had only gotten his gun halfway out. The staff was still unaware of me holding a gun to this man's head because they were all around back in the kitchen. "Sorry, but that's just not going to happen," I said sweetly. "In such a public place? How brazen of you," he challenged in a shaky voice. "Yes, all the staff is in the back where they can't see us. Oh and if you didn't notice, there's a silencer on my gun. Say good-bye my dearie," I pulled the trigger and sent the bullet through his head. Blake Reid isn't your normal 17 year old. She's an assassin on her last case... or so she hopes. She is having difficulty with memories of her past and can't seem to get out of her shell, even though that is one of the biggest assets needed for her assignment. She will also face many obsticales; some of which she may not survive. Join her in the choas and death she calls her life. (Cover created by Vico96, an amazing friend of mine. Check him out!)

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