Bloodlines

Bloodlines-"Michael we need to move now,"I heard Derrick whisper.

I awoke from another daydream, I have been spacing off a lot lately and I really don't know why. Maybe, after all these years I was finally losing it.

I shook it off, "alright then lets go."

"Are you alright?"

"Derrick I'm fine"

With one final worried look at me he dropped down from the perch we were hiding on. It's a cold rainy night, so cold it should be snowing; the plan, which Derrick and I had gone over, was still fresh in my mind. The mission is to kill an assassin who was after our father "Damon", which wasn't a surprise to anyone, many people hated him, and he hated just any many if not more.

It's going to be easy for us, we've been are father's "hit men"for a long time, and a part of numerous groups who did this sort of thing for a living, for even longer. There're only six guards surrounding the small yet strong house, Derrick's taking three, and I'm left with the final three. With my eyes that could see in the dark like it was almost day, and my nose that could detect anyone I wanted too, I found all three men within a few seconds. I dropped down...