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Sync: "Just hurry up and get to the point."

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Sync: "Much better."

I hated myself for not sneaking in earlier.

The guards weren't even paying attention half the time.

But today was perfect.

The guards in front of the tall, impressive building were quite weak. It had only taken me what; two minutes to take them all down?

I stepped over the moaning, groaning bodies as they tossed and turned on ground. I hadn't shot them or anything. No, all it had taken was a few 'accidental' crashes into one another and a few hits on the head, and they were out cold, groaning like they had just threw up their breakfast. (Which a few them did, which I found both revolting and pitiful at the same time.) No, I was saving my bullets for my real target. But for now, the guns did make perfect metal hunks for hitting. I had taken out the cartridges for now. Gripping the handles of the guns in my hand tightly, I stepped through the wrought iron gates.

They really needed better security. I smirked as I looked back at the men on the ground. THAT was ALL of them? I thought that was about what, a quarter? And they had all been beaten by ONE fourteen year old? (I'm not trying to be narcissists or anything.)

Too bad for them.

This only made finding my target easier. I would have loved to have asked for a lesson from her instead, but my obligation right now was my mission. I'd heard about all those other assassins out there who were up for hire.

Me? No, I work for only my organization. And there have been lots of demands about getting this one woman. I quickly strode across the campus, the two thin, long strips of cloth at my waist flapping behind me in the wind.

Once I reached the door, I looked all around the building. At last I spotted a window.

Taking a running start, I dashed up a little bit of the wall, then dug my fingers into the cracks and grooves for a better hold. I hoisted myself through the window, careful to land as lightly a possible on my feet. My skirt fluttered as I leaped down.

Once on the ground, I grabbed my best throwing-knife from my belt. This is all too easy. I thought to myself. Surely there must be some form of interior defense? I crept up to the corner, slowly checking around the corner. Just my lucky day! I thought, marveling at my luck.

The blonde haired woman was right around the corner, and I had a PERFECT view of her heart.

"Sorry about this." I mumbled, reeling back my arm. But before I could let the knife loose, someone kicked my knife out of my hand.

Crap! This is not good. I began to reach for my other knife when I felt something sharp prick the side of my throat. Then that person was also pinning my arms behind my back. I should have known one of the God Generals was on the prowl.

How did I know it was a God-General?

Well, this person actually had a sense of tact.

"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?" A voice hissed into my ear. It was male, and it sounded like a boy round my age. Except his voice was cold and emotionless, like someone had stolen all of his personality and replaced it with an empty void.

"Drop the gun, or else I'll have to kill you." He hissed again. Except this time his voice was more like a snarl. I lifted my hand up, still holding the knife, and began to let it slide, pointing downwards…

But at the last moment I flicked my wrist and sent it whizzing downwards. I had been aiming for his leg, but I missed by a few inches and hit his foot instead.

At least it still worked.

He cried out, and his grip on the knife wavered.

I took that chance and elbowed him in the chest.

And I elbowed him HARD.

He let out a grunt and staggered back. Then I turned and ran.

I swore under my breath. Legretta had most definitely heard the shot, and I think she ran to call for backup. I turned back.

Crap. She was too far, and I couldn't get a good enough aim. But the boy seemed to be recovering fairly quickly. I pulled two throwing stars patterned with Ying and Yang and turned towards him.

Whoa. He was wearing a ridiculously stupid mask. It looked like a long, metal beak, and covered almost all his face except for his mouth. And he has….. GREEN HAIR? I snapped back to focus. Shut up, you stupid inner voice! I mentally yelled at myself.

Yes, he was definitely my age. Which meant he had to be…

"You little TWERP! I'm going to have your head for that!" He snarled.

I tossed one of my throwing stars towards him, but he jerked his head away, causing it to thud into the wall next to his ear.

"You're not getting away that easily. Not until I'm finished with you," He growled.

I had to admit: He sounded pretty damn scary.

I reeled back my next throwing star while pointing the other at him.

I was fast.

But he was faster.

He was on top of me in a second, pinning my arms to the ground and yanking the gun from my hand. I heard him mutter words I couldn't understand, then next thing I knew, my body was on fire.

My head pounded, and it felt as if I had been drenched in a vat of oil then tied to a stake that was set on fire.

I tried to hold it in.

Really, I tried. (I do have a reputation you know)

But then the burning sensation became so unbearable that I couldn't help it.

I screamed.

Then I lost consciousness.

"IRIS!" The green haired boy yelled. All I felt was immense pain in my side, as if someone had just impaled me. I looked down and saw the sharp, metallic blade that ran through my side.

I didn't feel anything.

The cold all around me numbed the pain.

"IRIS!" He yelled again.

"Sync….." I mumbled. I saw my friends reaching towards me, their eyes pleading.

But I already knew it was too late.

I fell to the ground, watching the gaping horror on all my friends faces. I smiled, one last time, looking towards them all. I filled with pride.

"Keep on fighting…and… never give….. u-up…" I sighed and closed my eyes. I felt my body drift away, and arms wrap around me.

"No, Iris. Not like this… you can't leave me yet….."

Then I was jolted awake. I whipped my head up, only to get a mouth full of my own eggplant-violet hair.

I spluttered. "Pluh!"

"Good. You're finally awake." I heard a familiar voice say. My head whipped up.

"Where are you?" I snarled, my golden eyes searching the shadows around me.

Where the hell is he?! My brain screamed.

"Right here." He replied. I sensed a smirk in his voice.

I watched as he peeled himself from out of the shadows, emerging just in front of me. He still had that ridiculous mask.

"TEMPEST." I snarled.

I tensed as he stepped forward. He had a smirk on his face, and right then I wished with all my might that I had my guns, a knife, or anything to exact my revenge.

"Don't worry. I'm not allowed to hurt you," He chuckled. "YET."

What the hell did that mean? I glared at him with all my might, wishing that my eyes were lasers. He glared right back. A round of glaring played off, until finally I heard a door swing open from somewhere in the darkness.

I jerked my head towards the darkness.

Then the only six other people I didn't want to see appeared behind Sync, each of them staring at me like a monster. I looked down.

No, wonder. I was tied up to a chair.

Did I care?

No. Go ahead. Let them think you're a monster. After all, isn't that what you are? I told myself.

Then a bronze-haired, tanned-skinned man stepped in front of me, placing a hand on Sync's shoulder.

"Sync, you can back down. Trust me, we will have the DISCUSSION that we need." The man told him. Sync retreated to stand by the others, and the bronze-haired guy stepped up to me.

"Hello." He began. Stupid introductions are coming, I readied myself. "I am Van, and these are the Six God-Generals." I knew it.

"They are my elite task force. They are well-known across this region as the most strongest military enforcers here," Yep, the usual declaration of power.

"…And what I want to know is why YOU, a young, small (I flinched at that word) girl, who looks barely over the age of thirteen, came to ASSASINATE Legretta. And once we are over, I WILL find out exactly why." He said, in a both calm and menacing tone.

"First, you will start by telling us your name."

I just stared at him. They would have to put me through hell and back to find out my name; much less where I came from and what I was doing here. The others would have my HEAD if they found out.

I just smiled defiantly, and raised my chin, looking him square in the eyes.

"NO." I said.

"This is your second chance to-" I cut him off.

"I said, NO."

He looked grimly over at Legretta, the one who I had failed to kill, (Dammit) and nodded his head. I watched her intently as she stepped up to my chair, unsheathing menacing looking guns. I didn't even flinch as she pointed one in my direction.

"You WILL tell us now." She said, grimly, her face un-changing, "Or else I will be forced to do something I would rather not."

I knew they wouldn't kill me. I had already figured out that much. They need to keep me alive to know who sent me, and so they can either wipe them out, or prepare for another attack.

So again, I just raised my chin defiantly.

And she squeezed the trigger.

Immense pain flared up in my shoulder, and I winced. The force of the shot threw my chair off balance, but at least it didn't send me toppling over.

"Tell us NOW!" Van said, raising his voice into a growl.

I smiled. I knew it. They wouldn't kill me. But at least I had a little fun… Legretta raised the gun again.

"Iris," I mumbled, gritting my teeth against the pain. Legretta frowned. Clearly she hadn't heard me. She slowly began squeezing, but van placed a hand on the gun.

"What?" He demanded in a cold, empty voice.

"Iris. My name….. is Iris." I repeated. I smirked with my head tilted down, then lifted it.

I already knew that my life had just turned into a living hell.

Uh oh! it looks like iris is in a lot of trouble!

And what about that 'Others' she keeps talking about?

Lets just hope that her wound heals so we'll be able to find out...