Chapter one : your such a fucking hypocrite
Mihael Keehl is probably one of the most normal 14-year-old kids at Winslow Junior High. Well, okay, maybe normal is a teeny tiny lie, but lets just agree that he's pretty freaking close so we can get on with the story.
He loves music, he has a few friends, he's mostly liked by everyone (shocker), and he doesn't take anyone's shit (not a shocker). Mihael is in the middle. Not overly popular, but not a loser. Not wimpy, but not a jock. Not too manly, but not that girly…
Well…okay yeah that last one was a lie too, but whatever. You get my point right?
Anyway, so, back to what I was saying. His friend Kimy is easily the closest person to Mihael (or Mi-Mi, as she calls him. Don't ask how that started, I'll just tell you it involved a lost bet and a pink skirt and a VERY pissed off Mihael). Don is his only male friend who he allows to use that dreaded nickname, mainly for the simple fact that it would be a pain in the a$$ to try and get him to stop.
Mihael doesn't generally do things he thinks involve too much work if it doesn't have anything to do with keeping his status as the smartest kid at Winslow.
Alright… I think I've covered all the basics now. I think your ready to be shoved right into the deep end, no swimming lessons here. Ready? No? Well, that's too bad, because here we go!
We have reached the "fearsome threesome" (a name given to the three friends by Don) sitting on the wooden floor of Kimy's bedroom at midnight. It is Saturday night, and they are home alone. The Saturday night "death meetings" (again, the name is Don's handiwork) have been a tradition for the three ever since Mihael moved to Bristol three years ago.
"Alright! My turn!" Kimy cries triumphantly, throwing her arms in the air. "Mi-Mi, the question is for you!"
Mihael lets out a groan. Why oh why did he have to bring up this horrid game?
The name of the game is truth. Mihael had heard of it by reading the truth about forever (an excellent book by the way, he recommends it). Basically what you do is ask the other players random and embarrassing questions and they have to answer truthfully. The game continues until someone wants to pass on a question. If they do, and the next person answers their question, the passer loses the game. The punishment for losing (this is from Don, yet again. You starting to see the pattern?) is dying your whole head of hair pink for at least a week.
With friends like that, who needs enemies?
"What is it?" he asks wearily.
"If you could kill anyone in the entire city of Bristol and never get caught, but to do it you had to also kill me and Don, would you? And if yes, who would you kill?" Kimy asked, leaning forward with a little grin.
"No!" Mihael answered without hesitation. "I could never kill anyone. Taking a life is unforgivable."
Yeah, Mihael's a vegetarian. How'd you guess?
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Two hours later, Don insisted he needed hi beauty sleep, so the fearsome threesome got out their sleeping bags, turned out the lights, and soon passed out.
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Mello walked through the huge dark wood doors to the boss's office at 2:45 AM. The room was dim and decorated grandly, but Mello didn't spare his familiar surroundings a glace. His dead, icy blue eyes where fixed on the harsh looking man sitting behind the big desk.
"My boy, so good to see you! How have you been?" the old man said, as if this where a casual, everyday occurrence.
In truth, it was.
"Pleasantries are unnecessary, Mr. Ares." Mello said coldly.
"Of course, my boy." Mr. Ares agreed, "down to business then… Desiree?"
A few moments later a tall, curvy woman with curly dark hair and a tight black dress sauntered in, carrying a file. Mello's eyes followed the newcomer suspiciously.
"Here you go, daddy." She said, handing Mr. Ares the file.
"Thank you, princess." He said, nodding.
She turned around and walked up to Mello, looking him strait n the eyes without flinching.
"You think you're so great just because you're my daddy's favorite. You do not scare me, Mello." She growled at the expressionless blonde, shoving his shoulder a little.
"Desiree, you are more than 6 years my senior, you are well trained, and I admire your strength." He started; she gave him a dark lip sticked smile, "be that as it may, I swear if you ever so much as touch me I will not hesitate to kill you."
Her smile dropped and she gave our favorite leather clad boy a murderous glare. Mr. Ares cleared his throat. She left the room without another word.
"Well, she was pissed." Mello said blankly.
"You seem to have that effect on people. Can't you two at least pretend to get along?"
"No."
"Sit down, my boy." Mr. Ares sighed, motioning to the large brown leather armchair in front of his desk.
Mello slouched back in the chair, making himself comfortable. Everything about Mello practically screamed confidence and genius, from the way he stood to the way he looked at things.
"So what do you want?" he asked, catching the bar of chocolate Mr. Ares had thrown at him.
"Your next assignment." Ares said, tossing the file to Mello who caught it in his free hand.
"He's the son of an executive who owes our company quite a bit of money. He was warned of the consequences of his debt. It's time to remind him." Ares explained as Mello read the file.
"Name: Mail Jeevas. Jeevas? Really now. I didn't know Mr. Winthrop J. was a friend." Mello said, unwrapping his chocolate treat. "…He's 13?"
"Is that an issue?" Ares asked.
"No. Trust me, I got this."
"Good. Remember, no big fuss, I want it clean cut, no commotion."
"Understood." Mello said. "Am I leaving the message?"
"Of course, my boy. Over the heart, just like always. We want to make our point."
For the first time since his arrival, a devilish grin broke onto Mello's face. He snapped off a piece of chocolate and gave Ares a menacingly happy stare.
"An easy kill. This is going to be fun. Let the games begin!"
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[a/n] oh. My. God. That is one of the most random bi-polar things I've ever written…
But I think I like it *evil grin*
What do you think? Are you feelin' assassin mello? Trust me, things are going to be, as Mello stated, "interesting".
Reviews are love and skittles *hinthint*