9 years ago, a girl joined the fraternity. She showed exceptional skill, with expertise in blunt force weapons as in brass knuckles, baseball bats, ect. She was called the prodigy.
They called her blue, the color your skin turned after she hit you. After her mother. That girl's real name was Beatrice Ivory. Beatrice ivory is me. World-class assassin.
Black jeans, converse, belt, t-shirt, sweat shirt, socks, nail polish. Black everything. That was me 9 years ago. Living in the ghetto of N.Y.C. living from foster home to foster home. Not much of a life eh? I was at the corner store off south and pine to buy smokes. Yeah I was 14 but they didn't give a shit. Business was business. They didn't care if they gave a 5 year old a gun, as long as they got money.
"Camel… lights" he nodded then turned around and slapped them on the counter.
"$1.50" I pt the money on the counter and grabbed the cigarettes and turned around with ease. Most people would mistake me for a dancer. I guess I was just naturally slender, and swift. I used to get in trouble for fights I didn't start, or even punch at. I pretty much just dogged their hopeless attacks and watched them fall.
I took the lites from my lint filled pocket carelessly. Took a lighter, and inhaled the heavenly smoke.
" You know smoking kills" a girl around 20 said at my side. The irony of that is she had a cigarette in-between her pink lips too
"You're smoking to"
"aaah touché" she sang. This is the girl I will later call my mentor, Reaper. "What's your name?"
"Be," I muttered. That was my nickname at the time.
"Short for Beatrice Ivory Right" how did she know? I never told anyone my name.
"Yea, what of it" play it cool be PLAY IT COOL
"How would you like to know, that those panic attacks are more that panic attacks" my heart skipped a beat. I stopped right in the rain. Cigarette hit the pavement. She stopped also. "Your mother's name was Bella Ivory, she was one of the best of us."
"What do you mean by us." Rain flicked on us even more than before. Soaking my face and running my eyeliner.
"Be, your mother was part of a fraternity of assassins… and so am I."