Rated T, though it can be M some chapters for:
-Detailed descriptions of blood, torture, past-child abuse, anxiety, and murder/contact killing.
-Light descriptions of muder/contract killing, fighting, training, child desensitizing, a whole lot of other crap.
-Cursing and mentions of sexual intimacy.
If you have a problem with any of this, I do not care. Don't read the story if it bothers you. I have a warning here, at the very first chapter. This warning will begin every chapter, wether or not some of it applies. Do not whine or complain if you read this warning, don't care and then are upset at me for being triggered or that shit.
A teen was lain across the roof of a car garage. Set up in front of him was his M40A13, loaded and ready to fire. All he had to do was wait for his target. Now, the teen could only be about sixteen years old, with obvious Cuban descent. He wore a navy blue skintight suit, not unlike one from a superhero or spy movie, and a lighter blue mask sculpted like a rose.
The mask, however, did not cover his entire face. The flower of the rose was spread out to cover a majority of his face and eyes, only tiny slits that blended in with the shadows of the petals to let the boys ocean blue orbs shine through. The stem shot out from under the flower and wrapped itself around the boys caramel head, sticking out obviously through the boy's dark chocolate colored hair. The stem had a few thorns that stuck out from it, coated in some type of poison, and it finally ended in a collection of roots that covered his mouth making it impossible to speak. He looked through the scope of his rifle and waited for his target to exit.
On his person, he only had one thing that was immensely important attached to his suit, besides various guns, daggers, and poisons: a single blue rose. It was inside a glass case, attached at his belt for him to always claim his kill, as long as it was a reasonable distance away. All in the life of a contract killer, he thought.
Behind him stood an old man, probably in his late seventies, with a blue mask, looking almost exactly like the Melpomene and Thalia masks with only a few differences with design. For one, the mask had no mouth and neutral eyes and basically no characteristics other than the color. He also wore a blue suit and stood watching, like a teacher waiting for his student to mess up.
Suddenly, the target, a multimillionaire, walked out of the skyscraper doors. The teen readied for the perfect opportunity to arrive. ...1...2...3…- NOW!
He pulled the trigger and waited a second before pulling up his mask and whipping out his phone and clicking the first name on his contacts. It rung for a second before a man picked up.
"It's done." The teen said emotionlessly.
"Good. The other half of the payment will be in your account in only a few minutes."
The teen then hung up without another word before dismantling the gun from the stand and inserted it inside the case that lay next to him. He then unlatched the stand from the wall of the garage and placed it in the other slot in the case. He then zipped up the pockets and heaved up the case. He quickly followed the old man who had slowly started making his way down the stairs. Before, he disappeared into the lower levels, he spotted a blue rose laying across the target's chest.
*o0O~O0o*
In a small mansion in a field, that laid only a few miles from a large barn and house. In the attic stood the teen, now without his mask and suit. Around the boy, there stood a plain metal cot, closet, dresser, and chest that stood at the end of the bed.
The closet held only suits for events, like a ball or meeting with someone of high power, as if the teen would meet or do something of sort. There was also an opening for a laundry shoot in the wall of the closet.
Now the dresser only held civilian garments. In one drawer, under garments, another tank-tops, and two more for shirts and pants respectively. On a hook on the wall, hung an olive green field/ trench coat/jacket that had faded in color by long, extensive use.
Lastly, the chest was painted black with various blue rose flower symbols and the outlines of it were a deep gold. Inside lay the suit from earlier, the mask, the rose container (which now held no rose), in one small part. In another lay multiple guns and their respective ammo and hung on the lid were multiple types of knives. The knives varied in metal, length, and sharpness. Lastly, the second biggest section held a book and multiple glass bottles of poison right next to the correct antidote.
Now, the teen was staring down at a letter his teacher had given him the day before. He had quickly read through it and soon made his plan. It would work perfectly and free him from this excuse of a life. Even if he would be eventually trapped again by another higher power, the deal made him free of his abuelos for six years.
The teen was broken out of his thoughts by his abuela calling him.
"Mi rosa azul, baja. Queremos hablar de sus errores con el objetivo de hoy.*"
"Sí, abuela. Ya voy.**"
The teen walked to the door to the attic and slowly walked down the stairs to where his abuela and abuelo sat at the kitchen table.
"En realidad, abuela, abuelo, me gustaría hacer un trato con usted antes de empezar, Si, puedo?***"
At their synchronised nod, he began.
Note: My Spanish is from Google Translate and I don't actually know any Spanish. Any tips are appreciated.
*= My blue rose, come down. We want to talk about your mistakes with today's mission.
**= Yes grandmother. I'm coming.
***= "Actually, Grandmother, Grandfather , I'd like to make a deal with you before I start, if I may?
Next chapter will be posted next Friday. Any questions can be reviewed or PMed to me. Also, I have no beta yet. I'm going to try to find one but for now, your guys help will be greatly appreciated. Flames will be used to fight the shadows in my mind. Hope you guys enjoyed, R&R and show me some love!
~SpirtNeigeNouzarAneal