AN: Woo! A new story! Hope you like this one.

Addicted

Chapter 1: Haunted by the Past

Taking a slow deep breath, I lined up my sights. Just one more and I'll be done. One more and I'll walk away. One more and I will leave and start a new life.

Closing my left eye, I peaked into my scope, narrowing in on my target. I slowly let my breath go. I was ready. After many long weeks, I finally tracked him down. My supplies were ready and packed so after the shot, I could run out of here and be gone before they even noticed where the shot came from.

"Hey, he's in sight. Do you have a clear shot?" I heard as my earpiece buzzed to life. I smiled as I honed in on my target.

"Yeah, don't you worry, I got him." I replied back to my partner as I put my finger on the trigger. With this, it'd finally be over. I promised myself that I'd be done. No more near run-ins with death. No more running from criminals and no more running from the cops.

"Good night my dear assassin." I heard whispered behind me. My eyes widen as I pulled the trigger, hitting my target and whipped around in an attempt to throw off the aim of the man behind me. How had he known I was here?! Did I make a mistake? I couldn't have! I was so careful.

*Bang* *Bang* My body froze, shot twice. The sound ripped through the air, allowing only silence to remain. The bullets tore through my skin, unheeding of anything in its path. Everything seemed to slow down. I saw the chocolate colored hair and the bright green, mischievous eyes as they made eye contact. Who was this man? I saw it all fade as time returned to normal. Sound, now returning, rang loud and sharp. Sirens filled the street, mixed in with my screams. A concerned voice yelled in my ear, only to be met once again with silence and darkness as my murderer disappeared, forever lost.

Noise shattered my room as I fought against the cocoon that had ensnared me. Gasping for air, I desperately tried to gain any sense of reality. An alarm blared halfway across the room, nearly causing me a heart attack.

Untangling myself from my sheets, I quickly shut it off before running a hand over my shoulder. I was safe now. Far away. There were no more chances, no more assassinations, and no more chases.

It was utterly boring.

Closing my eyes, I tried to lie to myself. It wasn't boring, it was safe. I was free from whatever ties I used to have. Soon, I'd have a job and everything would be fine… but I knew this was all a lie.

As hard as I tried to convince myself otherwise, nothing ever seemed to fulfill that same adrenaline kick I loved. Casual life was worse than the death I thought I experienced not too long ago.

With the help of "Jack", as my partner was now called, I changed my name, I changed my look, and I changed absolutely everything about me. There wasn't anything linking me to my old life anymore. I was just plain old Evelynn Styles. A girl whose parents died long ago before she left for London. Only child, no relatives of any sort. It wasn't that far off from the real deal.

Grabbing my pistol and tucking it into the back of my pants, I grabbed my red button-up petticoat and buttoned it. I needed to look for a job or for an affordable apartment. I could only live off of my old funds for so long.

Doing my best at making myself seem pleasant, I walked out into the vast world. It took me awhile to navigate the crowds, but slowly, I made my way past St. Bartholomew's Hospital and towards—

"Fancy seeing you here Eve." I heard a familiar voice behind me. Turning around, I smiled as I saw one of my newest friends walk up to me. He was a doctor and was actually my doctor once I got transferred to Bart's.

"Mike, how are you?" I replied back as he motioned to a bench as he happily sat down.

"Good, good. How about you? Your arm or chest still in pain? How's life going?" he questioned as I gave slight sigh before smiling. He was such a curious one. I still wasn't sure if I liked that or not.

"My shoulders fine now, thank you." I replied before my smile vanished. "Life is fine. Have to start looking for a new apartment soon. Everything here is just so… Expensive. Maybe I'll get a flatmate. But really, who would want me as a flatmate?" I finished, letting one of my shoulders slump forward, the other still too stiff to move from the previous injury. It was true, I was a bit different. I tried my hardest to act normal, to fit in but the life of adventure always called out to me. I never intentionally tried to get into trouble… But then again, I never tried to stay out of it either.

Suddenly, I was shaken out of my thoughts as I was met with Mike's laughter, to which I raised an eyebrow in reply. It wasn't that good of a joke. I didn't understand what was so funny about it.

"What?" I questioned as he slowly calmed down, taking a few breaths.

"It's just, you're the third person to say that to me today." He said as he put a hand to his stomach. He seemed to find something extremely funny in this that I couldn't see.

"The third? Who were the two before me?"

AN: First chapter done :) Hope you like it and the second will possibly be up by tomorrow.