I pant lightly and lean against the wall, looking around. Almost instantly I see the dirty brown eyes and push off the wall, running around.
Why can't this dude just leave me alone? I almost chuckle at myself, I knew the answer, it was a easy question. Because I'm me, Naifu Von Satsujin, and who isn't after me, I am after all the most well known hit-man around, even though very few get my privileges.
My feet barely touch the ground, running fast but they keep up. Must be another hit-man, I thought, sighing. Up ahead I see an alleyway and turn into it. I slides behind some wood, seeing everything whole no one sees me.
This is one of my most favorite spots, hidden, no that well known. They turn into the alleyway shortly after and look around for a few moments before kicking things around.
As they near my spot I jump out, knife posed and ready. They seem startled for a second then jump back, pulling a small knife out.
I smirk, this was easy, but then I see it. The nod. I wheel around and see three others, all holding guns. "Shit." I mutter, outnumbered.
As they come closer I back up, against the wall. "Fuck." I say a bit loud because they laugh.
I hold the knife posed but don't attacking, knowing if I did I would be dead on the spot. Instead I just hold it out, thinking of a plan.
"Lower your weapon." One barks out. I ignore them but glance their way. "Lower your weapon." They repeat, taking the safety off.
I disobey again, frowning at them. With a loud bang a bullet whizzes past my ear, hitting the wall and sending chips flying. "Lower your weapon." They repeat a third time.
Slowly I move the knife down, and in further directions kick it over to them.
"Tie her up." He's say and nods to the others. I feel my mouth go dry and my heart speed up but I don't say anything, or do anything as they tie my wrists up.
The moment I'm tied up I feel a wave of fear pass over me. I swallow but don't move. Smirking, one says
"Let's have some fun with her. Boss didn't say we couldn't." I practically growl at them when I'm shoved against the wall, my cheek hitting painfully against it. They pick up my knife and run the tip along my cheek, drawing a small amount of blood.
It doesn't hurt, I've felt so much worse before but it brings a hot feeling to my face despite the cold.
They chuckle and it sounds so stupid. I want to punch them. As I'm thrown to the floor I decide to shut down and enter my own mind, barely feeling anything.
I muse over how I let myself be caught, and so easily! After a few minutes I realized they had stopped hitting me.
I opened my senses slightly and a silky smooth voice reached my ears. " -simply run along we can end this now." I smirked at the words and went to see who had said it. Not moving I look at the speaker.
Its a well built man, not to bulky not to skinny. He wearing a black coat but I can see expensive clothes underneath. Its a uniform. I come to realize.
I move my eyes slowly up his body to his face. He has well trimmed and styled black hair. It frames his face slightly, brushing onto his cheek.
Wearing a fake smile he looks at all of them resting on them for a few moments. Lastly his eyes slid over to mine but quickly looks away.
"I'll say this again. If you just run along we can end-" Before he can finish several quick bangs are heard, echoing off the walls.
Blood splatters the wall and ground creating a pretty pattern of red. I watch as his body falls limply to the floor, facing me. Blood pools around his body and fills the air with the scent of blood. I count the bullet holes.
5. Yeah, he's dead.
"Get the girl. Were leaving." I'm roughly pulled up a short while later but not before I notice his eyes flutter, then open.
I bite back a gasp and move my eyes away, lowering them to the ground, but picking them back up when I hear a chorus of gasp ring out.
"You've ruined my clothes," He says nonchalantly, throwing it off him. Taking a step forward, he reaches for a gun.
The rest are too stunned to act, maybe I am to. I've seen many things before. But nothing like this.
You can't be killed and get up! Unless he was wearing a vest. No. Too much blood. I stop going after answers as he throws the gun behind him.
What the fuck?! I thought, Use it as a weapon! If my hands weren't tied I would have face-palmed myself. Duh. He has weapons.
And Indeed he does. Reaching into his ruined uniform he pulls out knives and forks. Wait. Knives and Forks?
If i'm surprised, I don't show. I might be, which is.., oh I don't know if surprises are good or bad anymore.
But anyway, with a simple flick of his wrist, there are dead bodies everywhere. All except mine.
Now here I am, staring into the red eyes of this person with blood across my cheek and bodies everywhere. Guess what i'm thinking. That's right.
How Do I Kill You?
Hello all my wulfies! Here's the first chapter to my new Story, How I Became This. I will try to update soon! And I really hope you like it!