"It's all over!" I said, smirking beneath my hood.

"P - please! I – I'll do anything!" Keith begged.

"No!" I snapped. "It's too late! You dare deny your duties and you are hereby," I pulled my gun out and pointed it at him, "considered a traitor and a dead man!"

"P – please, sir!"

I growled. He knew my secret and he was trying to show he would forget. It wasn't enough. "It's too late for obeying Keith! I'll be sure to pay your wife and kids a visit something in the near future, so you won't be alone in death!"

I pulled the trigger and gave a sly smile as the life drained from his face and he stared up at the sky with dead eyes. I took out my black marker and drew my signature "TBA" on his cheek.

I'm The Black Assassin, leader of The Assassins, a world-wide gang. I only joined 4 years ago, but I'm already on top of the entire gang. This includes the foreign divisions, so I feel very high and mighty. I got to the top because I'm me. I'm the best fighter, plotter, and killer they've got. Yeah, being at the top of The Assassins make you feel like a world dictator, because you kind of are.

Our ultimate goal was to have the world in the palm of our hands. To have everyone respect us and do as we say.

But see, there's a catch to The Assassins. You have to be male. Which I'm not. The only reason I got in was 4 years ago. I had run away from home again and their leader found me. He tried to kill me, but I beat him easily, even though I was 12 and he was 20 something. He let me in, but he made me swear to never tell anyone I'm a girl. I've always had one of those voices that could be a girl's or a boy's, so it worked out perfectly.

I kicked Keith's unmoving body and spat on it. As soon as police sirens were heard, I jumped up onto the roof and ran back to headquarters. I walked in and sat down at my designated end of the table. I stared at the two men, Bryce and Joe, on either side of me. My vice presidents.

"Keith?" Joe asked.

"Dead." I replied.

"Did you mark 'im?" Bryce asked.

"Yup. And just before the cops decided to make an appearance too. Any requests?"

Joe nodded. "A woman that wants a girl found."

"Name of both?" I asked. If this was my mother searching for me again, I would be highly pissed.

"The woman said her name was Allie. She wants a girl named Paley Valende found and killed." Joe told me.

I grinned under my hood. "Ah, killing. My favorite pastime…" I took the picture of the girl and frowned.

I knew her. She went to school with me before I ran away. She knew me as Kate then… She always seemed to glow with beauty. She still does… The girl is just weird… I can kill her easily though… I always hated her.

"How much is she paying?" I asked.

"One grand," Bryce informed me.

"And, sir? I'm in a bit of a fix with the kid in the basement. She won't say nothing." Joe added.

I nodded. "I'll have a little chat with her." I stood and walked down to the basement where our captives were kept. This captive came from a rich family that would offer up a large amount of ransom for her safe return.

I unlocked the room she was kept in and there she sat, handcuffed, staring blankly at a wall.

"So I here you won't give us a number or address to contact your folks with," I said.

The girl shook her head. "I will not trouble my family with my kidnap," she said firmly.

I put the tip of my gun to her temple. "It would be a shame for them to find you dead in an alley."

"But at least you will not have gained anything from it."

I smirked. "Perhaps the gang won't have. But I will. I'll have the satisfaction to see another pair of dead eyes stare at ceiling. I will have the joy of watching your innocent blood pool beneath your cold dead body," I whispered menacingly.

The girl's eyes widened, but then quickly returned to normal. "Then what are you waiting for?" she asked, her voice full of fear.

I grinned as my bloodlust took over me. "Nothing."

I smiled at the sound of the bullet ringing out and her screams. I marked her cheek before opening her eyes to see the blank stare of death.