Miss Murder
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Isabella Swan is not your average teenager. All her life she had been trained and taught one basic thing- emotions don't matter, love doesn't exist. Now she is on a mission- assassinate Edward Cullen. Failing will cost her life, but succeeding will cost his.
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Prolouge
I bolted upright in the hotel's bedroom, and glanced at the digital clock placed on a wooden nightstand that seemed to be built into the bed.
4 o'clock a.m.
The time I was trained to wake up ever since I was brought to KC eleven years ago. KC stands for KILLER Camp. I am not obliged to tell you what KILLER stands for; that would be against the code, and code is law here.
I took out a can and sprayed the sheets and everything else in the room that I had come in contact with. I then sprayed what looked like an air freshener. I will not disclose to you the properties of how it works, but I will say that these sprays removed all evidence that I had ever been in hotel room.
I showered quickly and then dressed. I wore black leggings, a jean skirt, a skull shirt, and black flats. I then quickly applied make-up-- eyeliner, light eyeshadow, mascara, and lip gloss. I finished my look with my dark, straight, brown hair tied to the side with a long black ribbon. I examined myself in the mirror before checking the clock.
4:15. You must be ready to leave in an instant, dressed and looking normal. Looking normal, the reason I bother to even appear like a teenage girl. I'm seventeen, but I have no intrest in make-up, skirts, make-up, boys, make-up, or love. I did mention make-up, correct?
Rule 13 clearly state: 'Appearing average and not sticking out is ascential.'
I now head out to the front desk in the lobby. I know it is 4:17 by now. I must hurry, as to not get off schedule. Master would be displeased if he found his best pupil was not doing her job properley.
I stood in front of the man at the front desk to check out. He had a smile plastered on his face and was obviously tryign to flirt with me, get some kind of reaction onto my emotionless face. It didn't work. It never does; never will.
Rule 1 cleary states: Emotions are useless; love doesn't exist.
I saw that he wasn't going to give up anytime soon. Great. I raised an eyebrow, my pale face still staying emotionless and I could tell it was unnerving the man, so without further 'charm working', he asked for my name and purpose.
"Jenna Reed, checking out." I said calmly.
This was not my name; Rule three clearly states: Giving out your identity is forbidden. You are to be adressed by your codename that has been asigned by the Master himself. When talking to a normal person, you are to give a fake name.
Because you kknow so much about me and I must despose of you anyway, I will tell you my name. Isabella Swan, I am called Bella and Bella only. At schools I use the name Bella Crimson. Bella Crimson's parents often move around, so she lives alone to go to one school. Soon she starts to miss her parents, so she moves out of the school. That is the identity of Bella Crimson.
In actuality, when at a school of any kind I do my mission and then move. But, no one knows that it is me. They know it is Bella Crimson. And that is all on that subject.
I made sure that my fingerprints were aligned and then signed a paper wordlessly in a spidery scrawl that I find suited for the name I just used. I flashed the guy a fake smile, which clearly surprised him, before turning and stepping out of the hotel's doors.
Once outside, I opened my KC cell phone; rule two-hundred and twenty clearly states: All students of KC must have a cell phone for the camp that only camp members and the camp master can reach them on. On this phone they receive missions.
The screen blinked the words 'One New Text- view or ignore'. I pressed the first option to open the text on which the label is new mission.
'Redfox,
Mission is- assassinate Edward Cullen.
Reason for mission- unavailable
Mission shall be completed by- The period of three months
Length extension- Unnecessary
Reinforcements- under no circumstances are to be sent
Location of target- Forks, Washington
Do well,
Master'
My eyes quickly scanned over the mission and I closed the cell after deleting it. This would be 's just another assassination, I won't need the full three months, and master knows it. After all, this will be my tenth murder.
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End of Chapter.
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