Chapter I
Isabella Marie Valrayne had been used to challenges. They tended to come in the form of various assassination jobs that many people would deem to be insane for anyone to accept.
"Then again," she muttered, raising a pale hand and weaving it through her crimson locks, "You yourself have never really been normal."
The statement which had passed her lips was but the truth. Even her childhood and teenage years had been full of multiple incidents. Few people would likely be able to understand her background and even less ever tried to comprehend her in the first place.
That plus her upbringing of sorts had indeed helped form Isabella into the eighteen year old woman she was as of now.
Her head shook as the freelance assassin forced herself to return to reality. She glanced from side to side, allowing her onyx orbs to aid her in double checking that she had everything she would need on her. Sure enough, Isabella had all she needed; a silenced pistol attached to her right hip, a sniper rifle strapped across her back, plenty of spare ammunition, and dark clothes which she was already wearing.
"Good," she gently mumbled, "You're all set then."
Yet despite this, her heart was already racing. It seemed as if an adrenaline rush was trying to form then and there even though she hadn't begun heading to her destination.
Does this mean you're actually nervous then? she mused before scoffing at the thought and rolling her eyes at herself.
"Nonsense. You have no reason to be ..."
Or so she tried to convince herself. Even still, there was a nagging feeling which screamed and even begged for Isabella not to do this job.
She shook her head once more before exhaling deeply. Finally, she stood up off her bed, simultaneously reaching her full height of five feet ten inches in mere moments. After allowing herself a few, brief moments to look at her reflection in a nearby mirror, a smirk crossed Isabella's lips.
"Here we go then."
And with that, the young assassin turned on her feet and began walking towards the Varia base. It was where her target, Xanxus, supposedly resided.
Even though no one had asked her to kill him, Isabella felt it was the right thing to do. She'd firmly believed this ever since she learned about the Cradle Affair, along with gaining the knowledge that a man named Tyr used to be in charge.
The resolve in her dark onyx eyes seemed to strengthen as her steps quickened. Never once did Isabella halt or turn around. If anything, she hurried towards the Varia base, seeming more eager and determined to begin and complete her mission.