When you were standing in the wake of devestation
When you were waiting on the edge of the unknown
With the cataclysm raining down
Your insides crying, "Save me now"
You were there, impossibly alone.
A little girl wearing a frilly black dress sat next to an older teenage girl wearing a black t-shirt and black skinny jeans. The teenage girl held a blue gameboy advance SP in her hand and the little girl held a black PSP. The little girl was watching Spongebob and the teen was playing Yu-Gi-Oh! The Sacred Cards. Their duffle bag sat inbetween the older girl's feet on the ground.
"Sissy?" The younger child asked.
"Yes Hanna?" The older girl responded.
"What's gonna happen to us?" Hanna questioned, tears pooling.
"I don't know." The older girl answered, shutting off her gameboy.
The younger girl shut off the PSP and handed it to her sister. The older girl put both game systems into her duffle bag. Getting up, the older girl picked up the duffle bag and her little sister. Balancing her younger sister on her left hip and her duffle on her right, they began walking down the street. The older girl's black dyed, multi-color highlighted hair shook when the teen walked, her green converse with orange laces making soft tapping noises. The younger girl's black, slightly green highlighted hair was pulled back into low pigtails.
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope, but failures all you've known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go
Let it go
Whammy's House for Orphans, the sign read. The older girl, still balancing her sister on her hip and her duffle on her arm, walked up to the building and knocked on the door.
"May I help you?" An older man asked.
"Can you watch after her please?" The older girl asked.
"Of course." The man led the two sisters into the orphanage.
The teen watched as her younger sister was ushered into a room with other kids and then she was led to an office.
"Is there a reason you want me to look after her?" The older man asked.
"Our parents recently passed away and I can't take care of her." The older girl explained.
"What, if I may ask, is your name?" The older man asked politely.
"Jessica, but I go by Jessi." She informed the older man.
"I am Roger." The man introduced himself, "What's your sister's name?"
"Hanna." The girl answered, "If you don't mind. I really need to go."
"Of course." Roger stood and led Jessica to the room Hanna was in.
Roger called Hanna over and Jessica leaned down in front of her.
"I've gotta leave now, but promise me you'll be good." Jessica paused, "And that this will be a different color when I see you next."
Jessica held up some of the green dyed hair that was attached to the 6 year old's head.
"I promise." Hanna promised her older sister.
"I'll be back for you when your sixteen and I'll write, okay?" Hanna's sister rose and walked out of the orphanage.
And in a burst of light that blinded every angel
As if the sky had blown the heavens into stars
You felt the gravity of tempered grace
Falling into empty space
With no one there to catch you in their arms
"We have a job for you." A person said over the phone.
Jessica, a martial arts expert, a master swordsman, a master gunman, and a expert in torture, was talking on her cell phone to a mafia boss, "And this job is?"
"We need a gun for hire." The man answered.
"Sure. You already have a man following me, so I'll just make him take me to meet you." Jessica answered.
"H-how did you know that!" The man shouted, though Jessica could tell he was flustered.
"I have my ways." Jessica answered, hanging up the phone and walking over to a heavyset man wearing all black, "Come on dude, you're boss wants to see me."
The man looked flustered, "How did you know I was tailing you?"
"Your a heavyset man, wearing all black. It was not that hard. Now get off your ass and take me to your boss." Jessica demanded.
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope, but failures all you've known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go
Let it go
(Instrumental Break)
Now in the mafia boss's office, Jessica sat down in a chair across from the man.
"So who do I have to kill? I need his name, aproximate age, where he's most likely to be, and what he looks like." Jessica informed the boss.
The mafia boss handed her a folder marked 'Unknown, Matt'. Jessica looked through the folder.
"Thanks. I should need about a week." Jessica told the mafia boss, closing the folder in her lap.
"You can keep the file." The mafia boss told her, when she tried to give it back.
A small smile graced the 17 years old's features, "Thank you."
"Your welcome." The boss bowed his head slightly.
Jessica got up from the chair, "Is there anything you want as proof that I really killed him?"
"No body parts. A bullet casing shall suffice." The mafia boss rose and shook Jessica's hand.
"No prob." Jessica left the building and started her mission.
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope, but failures all you've known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go
Let it go
"Mello?" Jessica walked straight into the room at another mafia hideout, that contained her childhood friend Mello.
Mello looked up, "Jessi?"
"Hey Mels. What's up?" Jessica asked, settling in a chair across from Mello.
Jessica sat her gun on the desk in front of her.
"Why do you have a gun?" Mello asked, confused.
"I'm an assassin." She answered simply.
"Why?" Mello demanded.
"I needed the money and I have the skill." The girl shook her hair out of it's pony tail.
The red head that was Matt entered the room.
"Hey Matt, meet my childhood friend." Mello called over to the video game savy boy.
"It's nice to meet you Matt. I'm Jess-" She turned around, whipped back around, grabbing her gun and shot a hole in the wall, next to Matt's head.
"Well it's time for me to go." Jessica leaned down and picked up the shell casing in her fingerless black leather gloves, depositing it in her pocket.
"Where are you going!" Mello demanded, "You just tried to shoot my best friend!"
"I have a a mafia boss to lie to." Jessica stated simply.
"W-what?" Matt asked, heavily confused.
"I was ordered to assassinate you," She pointed to Matt, "and I couldn't possibly kill a friend of Mello's, so I shot next to you."
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Matt and Jessica had gotten close over the past two months.
"B-but you can't leave me." Matt whimpered, a few tears falling off his face.
"I have to. Matt, we'll see each other again. I promise. Just don't let Mello drag you into doing anything stupid." Jessica comforted the crying boy.
"Why?" Matt asked.
"I promised my sister that I would fufill my dream of traveling around the world." Jessica explained.
"When are you coming back?" Matt questioned.
"My sister is 6 right now so...in about 10 years. Look, I'm planning to stop in Japan last. If you're there in 10 years, hit me up." Jessica informed him.
Jessica hugged Matt, then pulled away, kissing him quickly, "I love you Matt. I promise we'll see each other again."
And with that Jessica grabbed her duffle bag and left for the taxi that would take her to the airport.
"Germany, here I come." She said quietly.
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope, but failures all you've known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go
Let it go
(c) This song belongs to Linkin Park and their record company.
(c) Jessica belongs to me
