I had this idea yesterday when I was drifting off to sleep but I felt the incredible urge to write it down as a story, just as an experiment. A strange experiment, mind you. Anyways, please review and tell me if I'm crazy or quite sane or if you like the story and ya da ya dah yah dah. Thanks and I hope you enjoy!
I steadied the dart in my hand and threw it at the board. It buried itself into the wood and quivered for a few minutes before it went still. Another bulls-eye. I yawned and reached for my Ipod. Target practice was a waste of time. I could hit a moving or stationary target easily with any kind of weapon. No problem.
The door opened and Charles walked in. His cold blue eyes roamed the room disapprovingly before settling on me.
"Iggy." He barked. "I told you to clean up your room last week!"
Charles was my godfather and he was the most boring parent you could ever have. If it wasn't for the business that he worked for, which I found interesting, I would have left for an orphanage by now.
"Whatever. Do you have any suspects for me to track or are you just here to give me a lecture about how lazy I am?" I drawled.
Charles scoffed and tossed a picture of a girl at me. "I have already given up lecturing you. Lazy bums like you will never change. I have someone for you to track. Nudge, a.k.a. Monica. I believe she goes to your school?"
I picked up the picture and looked at it. It was the Hispanic girl that always sat at the back of class and hung out with the goths.
"Yeah. She goes to my school. What did she do wrong? I think she looks innocent enough." I commented.
Charles pursed his lips. "That is top secret information. Your job is to track her down and kill her. Your deadline is 12 o clock midnight tomorrow."
I snorted and pulled my shotgun out from under my bed, testing to see if it still worked. It had been a while since I used it.
"Easy as pie." I boasted.