It was what you would call a normal night well normal for Otto Makya the most want assassin in the entire universe. The neon sign flickered over her favorite bar the Assassin's Creed as she stood out in the rain waiting for her client with her hood pulled up over her head. "I hate it the crime capitol of the universe had to be on earth and particularly Seattle, Washington, I hate it," she thought while pulling her hood closer to her face trying desperately to avoid getting wet but to no prevail. "Well earth has gone bad no government but crime lord family the Makya's."
Now you maybe wondering isn't she a Makya then why she an assassin when she most likely has more money then all her clients combined. Well that's because she's the head of the family since her died 300 thousand years ago (that's another story) and she is not one to sit still so she took up many, many, many dangerous careers to do during her free time (her brothers disagree greatly but let her do what she wishes they rather like living). She did this all and still kept her identity a secret. Now we are done with this strange back story now on with the story.
She heard the shriek of car wheels and gun shots. She heard someone yell "There she is, get her." That's when she could help but smirk.
"Now I'm going to have some fun," she thought pulling out her old school pistol. Then she saw men running towards her, towards their death. "Black dog number five," she screamed. The moment she spoke the spell their bodies began to twist in all sort of agonizing positions as there skin began to turn inside out. Blood began to gush as she laughed a mad man's laugh. That's when a black, sleek car pulled up behind her.
"We finally meet Otto Lord Makya," said an ice cold voice from within the car
A/N this is my first story so the first chapter is short and sweet if you have any comments please share them.