Rain, rain, its pouring.
My thoughts are so jumbled and boring.
This rhyme is rubbish.
Sigh...
She thought as she watched the rain bounce off the pavement. She smiled smuggly to herself knowing that she was in the safety of her home, away from the rain. Not that her room was that safe to be honest.
She had never liked rain, but then lots of people never did as well.
With a groan she got up from her seat, grabbed a knife and started aiming practice.
She aimed and swiftly flicked her wrist.
Bam! With a thud it hit the centre of the target. She grabbed another, bullseye.
Being an assassain was a burden but also sickening pleasurable. Being able to hit targets no one else could, was frankly great.
She had only really been good at that. She couldn't read, she couldn't write. She was rubbish at academics. So what was the point, she might as well do what she does.
Another thing that drove her was revenge.
On the one who ripped her tounge out, made her like she it now, mute. She had loathed him for years, that person, the person that plagued her nightmares for weeks on end. The person who had named her Lucy only to take it away.
Him who gave her the name:
"Silence".
She starked her way through the club. The music could be bearly heard over the talk. The club also stank of drugs and achohol. She wanted to get out of there are fast as possible. It was one of the dodgiest places in the city.
Glancing around her, she saw people kissing, grinding, laughing, singing, smoking weed.
Things she would never do.
Most of them she couldn't do.
Rage flowed her veins, her heart was full of hatred and it spread through her body.
She dodged dancers, drunks and druggies.
She made her way to the back of the club, her vision only concentrating on the black door.
She had mananged to weave her way through most of the club before nearly getting thrown up on.
Her pace increased, the sooner she was in here, the sooner she was out.
A man packed with muscels and a short guy with a ear peice manned the door. She could tell the short guy was the better one at once. The larger man had more scars.
She walked up to them, drew the dragger from her boot and showed them the ingraving. The smaller man nodded to his partner and he opened the door.
An onlooker had seen this, he had been watching that door. If there wasn't two gaurds there, he never would of noticed it. When that girl had approached, it couldn't help but spark his intrest. When she was admitted, due to the alchohol, he was furious.
"Hey you!" He shouted at the woman "why'd you excepted but not us? Is there a secret drug den in there or somethin'?" His voice slurred, his mind was clouded by alchohol.
The woman didn't give a reply, all she did was turn her head and glare at him, straight in the eyes. Her eyes where cruel, cold but utterly beautiful at the same time. They where a light brown which contrasted what you could see of her pale face. Her face from her nose downwards was covered. That's all he needed to know to be frozen. She slowly took her eyes off the man and disapeared into the darkness that lay behind the door.
She smirked at the effect she had on people. That she loved.
Silence, walked through the door, her smirk still slightly visable of what you could see of her face.
She didn't look deadly, it was only her eyes, her hair was normal, blonde.
She wore normal clothes, or at least clothes that suituted the suituation she was in.
E.g Nightclub: Little Black Dress, no sleeves and skin tight.
The only exception was the scarf that covered her mouth and the gloves that covered her hands.
She turned the corridoor and soon it opened up to a room, much like the club before.
A few people glanced at her as she came in but otherwise she went unoticed.
They were too busy with their 'entertainment'. Entertainment being dancers that didn't leave much the imagination.
She was utterly confident. No one paided attention but she walked like they did.
Across the room was the man she wanted. The man who was going to pay her.
"Bring me the finger and ring of Jaime Carlo and I shall pay you greatly" he had said, and that is what she did.
She caught eye contact with the man. He excused himself from his woman and walked over to Silence.
They started to dance, she gave him the finger which the ring on it. He smiled bourdly and slipped a bundle of clash into her hand. She quickly counted it and left as simple as that.
As she left no one noticed her. Soon she had hit the streets. Her aglity was another reason she was an killer. She jumped and climbed up the building. Clinging on to window ledges, she hoisted herself up. She swiftly managed to clear the build in around 2 minutes.
Once she had, she checked her watch. 3:00 AM, the Devils Hour.
She smiled.
Any second...
Any second...
There was an explosion. Its shear force make the ground tremble for a couple of seconds. The explosion was located from the ring she gave the man ealier. She had not only been working one job tonight. No, she had been working five. All of them located in that club. It was a perfect trap, with a perfect plan.
She sat down and watched as a few people stumbled out of the place, getting out their phones and dialing emergency services.
Fools, she thought. They'd be arrested for usage of drugs.
She waited to minutes spying if any targets had made it out. You always had to be sure.
When sirens could be heard in the distance she got up and left. No one even noticed her.
As she carefully jumped the flat rooftops she checked her phone. Four of the targets rewards had been saved into one of her many bank accounts.
She had made her way back to the Firm, about half way there she climbed down and took the streets.
Some men bothered her. But alas They wouldn't be bothering anyone for a while now after what Silence did to them.
She made it back by 3:45 AM. She climbed the stairs two at a time and made her way back to her room.
Her room was located on the other side of the building which was quite far away.
She didn't care who saw her here, as long as it wasnt-
"H-e-y Silence! What are you doing at this hour?" The man appeared, the very one she didn't want to see. A well respected assasian notible by his pink hair.
She didn't pay any attention to him and continued to walk. He eyed her dress.
"Partying have we been?"
She stuck her middle finger up at him.
"Ohhh look out everyone! We have a badassss over here!" He shout wisphered, hissing the 's'.
She knew as soon as she got to her room she
was fine. It was only a little further.
Suddenly, the man appeared infront of her. He was known for his supreme speed in The Firm. He used it to his advantage all the time.
"Come on Silence. I want to see those lips!" He cooed trying to grab her scarf. She dodged easily and continued walked as if nothing was there.
"Hmp! Fine, just you wait! I'll let you go for
now but in the morning we are going to fight!"
'He sounds like a little child' was the thought running through her mind.
"I'm going to make you speak!" He told her and left.
No one knew that she had no tongue, they just thought she didn't speak. That man, Natsu, was the one that vowed to make her speak. He had taken an intrest in the girl.
Therefore he was a pain in the ass.
She reached her room with no other disturbances and checked her phone. The other accounts had been payed. She got dressed into her PJs and locked the door. She set up new traps, for people like Natsu and swiftly fell asleep.