Number Thirteen-On Hold

Number Thirteen-On Hold

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It all starts with a 19 year old girl who has a normal life with great friends and the best family-- NOT. She doesn't even remotely have anything close to a normal life; being brought into a world of guns and blood at the mere age of 16. She has no friends whatsoever, no family, and lives alone in a way too big house. She was brought into the organization, trained to be an agent. They told her she was selected by random, but, 'Why me?' Is all she can ever think. She had every reason to think that, considering her background, no family, nothing; although maybe that's why they "chose" her? She is now on her 13th kill, and well, when they say 13 is an unlucky number, they are damn right. Target: Ashton Vincent Ledger -Last known ID name. AKA Thomas Worthington Jenkins, Devin Alexander Thayker; more names to be discovered. They give her a list of everything they know about him, anything that might help her track him down. She looks at the photo of his last ID and whistles to herself, 'so it's a pretty boy, hey?' First actual encounter with Ashton turns out not so great. Let's just say it's not some pretty boy; he is a pretty boy with underestimated skill. Add to the list dashingly charming, cunning, and tricky. He knows that she's onto him; she knows that he realizes, but what she doesn't realize is that he is always going to be three steps ahead of her. Capturing her target proves to be difficult when he is sly and luring, and one, unexpected night with him definitely assures her of that. Later on she realizes that he may be innocent after all. That everything she was told about him is a lie and that something fishy is going on in the organization. But what happens when all of your life you are told you can't trust anyone, only to find out that one guy can make you question what you've been taught and told? Well, 13 is definitely not her lucky number, that's for sure © 2014 Nicole Robbie All Rights Reserved
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"One body: A death, a suicide, and now a murder. Lunacy is settling over, leaving its fingerprints on them, while breathing down their necks. The warm kiss of air is mistaken for nothing but a midnight breeze, and finger prints not much more than dirt. "Are you worthy enough, huh? Do you think I'm such a fool? You'll die there. Ashton Kahn. Mark my words. You are going to die and your family is going to live a dead life. You know what grief is? Of course, why would YOU know? You haven't been miserable for once in your life, have you? You have always been the super-star, haven't you? Of course you'll die. You deserve nothing but a deadly, rotten grave. You are such a chick, aren't you? Huh. I hate you Ashton Kahn. You are so mean. You think wealth is the world. You think beauty is the world. Don't you find having the best muscles, having the best grades, having the perfect eyes, having the perfect clothes, shoes-" Her words were so powerful, her expression meaner. She meant it. And how right she was. There I was, living a beautiful life. Of course I had no idea what misery is. I'd never been miserable for a second. Hah. She was giving me a lesson. The feeling was so intense, her words ruling my brain, empowering my veins. I was so useless. Have I ever cried? Have I ever thought why people say Life is just a Lie? Did I ever care why was the guy behind the coffee shop shutters crying? Did I ever gave it a second thought what did that guy felt when I called him Bozo? Or what was going on with that girl I heard of whose parents died a day ago? Of course, what was I capable of feeling? And there I had always thought I was the perfect me. The boy who could do anything. The boy who ruled. The boy who lived. Life is just a Lie. And for the first time in ever, I felt it to be so, so real. The reality of this was ever-awakening, it's power would have killed a soul. Life is just a Lie.

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