My name currently, is Annabel Swanson, im going under cover in Miami. me being an assassin would be a hard job for people that still felt, but me..i feel nothing anymore and this is my story, I must worn you it doesn't start happy. nor does it end happy. infact my life is a never ending pit of sadness, but my sadness turns to anger, so that I may seek revenge on the people killed that killed my family and ruined my life forever.
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Flash back..
I was hiding under my bed, I heard screams from my mom, gun shots, glass shattering and finally the two thuds of my mom and dad. I suddenly heard footsteps coming up the stairs. my bedroom door swung open and two men walked in, one was tall and had brown hair, and the other was a bit shorter but had black hair and was tan. they grabbed my arm dragging me out from under the bed, they through me down the stairs ignoring my screams, they set my on a chair, the one with brown hair put the gun on the far end of the table away from me, and the shorter one sat on the couch with a walkie talkie that made noises . I stared at them my tears flew down my face. they started walking over to me and I jumped for the gun, landing with my hand down on the ground, they gasped in shock and the other short one pulled out a gun and it was like slow motion, I shot three bullets into his chest, blood spurted out and fell to the ground, the next one tried to tackle me but I slid on my belly under his legs shooting him in his back. My purple dress was now stained with blood and I was crying shaking with the gun in my hands. the door swung open and a tall African American man with black sun glasses and a black suit came in, he was bald and he looked at the dead guys then looked at me, I gasped holding the gun up. I tried to shoot but it made click noises. "its empty" he said kneeling down next to me and putting his hand on my shoulder. "Bella swan do you realize that these were the best trained assassins in the world"? he asked I shook my head to scared to speak. "Bella swan your four years old and you killed the most highly trained men in my agency, come with me its time to meet your new family" he said guiding me out the door and into a black limo I gave one look back at my house before closing the car door…
and that's how my life began.