AN: Second chapter! Yay! ^.- My character Bella is more like... well her here, but not fully ;-)

This is the longest chappie Ive ever written, yea, its still pretty short though x)

I hope you like this chapter!

Warnings: A little bit of violence (Duh)

I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS

I run swiftly past buildings, with my cloak flying behind me as the wind is trying to take it from me. The cloak is tied around my neck, making a hood for my head which casts a shadow over my face, hiding my eyes. I have a scarf around my lower part of my head, hiding my facial features, the scarf has a black background and a realistic skeleton chin on it, that takes place over the whole scarf, like it was a part of my face. I wear a bodysuit in a brown-ish colour, it looks actually pretty much like the bodysuit the hunter class in the game Destiny has.

My pistols and throwing knives hang safely by my hip. The holsters colours makes them blend in with my bodysuit, which makes them hard to detect from far away.

I make a sharp turn to the right, and climbs up a wall of a brick house. When I'm up, I lay down flat on the roof and scans the environment beneath me. Theres a big crowd, and they are all looking at a man, whos standing on a wooden platform on the side of the street. Theres some bodyguards around him, trying to see if someones aggressive against the man they are protecting, they have weapons which is easily seen hanging by their hip. I cant really say what sort of pistols they have, but it does not look like ordinary pistols. I look at the man talking loudly to the public around him. "I knew you were going to be here, bastard." I whisper softly.

I don't hesitate to bring up my pistol and aim at his head. I take a deep breath, and pulls the trigger. Even though I use a silencer on my pistol, its still loud, loud enough for the whole public to hear. I put away my pistol, back into its holster and looks at my target. I had shoot him between the eyes, and he slowly fall to his knees, and face first into the ground. The crowd stares for a second, then the whole area bursts into screams, and people try to make their way out of there. Two bodyguards runs to the dead man on the platform. The other four brings up their pistols and looks around for someone responsible for the murderer.

I quickly stand up, and runs down the roof, the way I came. I land roughly on the ground, and takes off, just running randomly away. "I should've planned it a bit more." I mumble to myself as I hear that the bodyguards detected me when I ran down the roof. I turn sharp turns into alleyways, which leads into another street, and I always chose to run right.

I hear a faint sound of a car behind me as I run into yet another alleyway, this time I turn left on the street, and hopes that I heard right when I thought the car sound came from the right.

Lets say I chose both right and wrong.

A police car skided to a stop right infront of me. And the cop leaned out the window, aiming a pistol at me, which looked like some sort of magnum pistol. I make a quick U-turn, to only see another car, a volvo 740 GL, standing behind me, with, what looked like to be one of the bodyguards leaning out the window, with one of those weird pistols aimed at me. God Dammit. I almost stop, until I see that the bodyguard had stopped in a really good position, for me. I keep running forward to the bodyguard, which looks really unsure of what to do.

"Stop there!" The cop shouts behind me, as I run for the back of the bodyguards car, jumps up, and then I make a jump for the smallest building nearby. I grip the edge of it, and quickly hauls my body over. I stand up, and jumps over the rooftops. I stop, drags one of my knives, a white skull with red edges is marked into the handle, it has a crack in the forehead, and a evil grin. I throw the knife in the air, and takes a grip around the top of the blade, and throws the knife into one of the cars. The knife flys through the window and digs into the passengers seat. The car I hited was the bodyguards. When the whole front window brakes into million pieces, he makes a sharp turn, throwing him to a skid right into the cop, and they fly into a house.

I smile, and keeps running.

I really have an eye for aiming.

I had changed cloths in my car, and hid the clothes under a loose seat, the scarf, bodysuit, boots, cloak, weapons, aka everything. I parked the car on my driveway, I quickly got out, closed the door, locked the car, and went into the house (which I had forgot to lock btw). I took of my shoes, I walked lazily over to the couch, just dragging my feet over the floor as I walked.

I picked up the tv-remote control and turned on the tv. I switched to a channel I knew that there were always news there. I sat down on the couch, watching the news.

After a while, the text rolls on the bottom off the screen "Kent Ceris murdered by 'Ghost'" I made a whistle of amusement, news spread fast. It had only been about two hours since I murdered him. I was often called 'Ghost' because of my way of murdering, or assassinating. This was the first time I actually was seen, well, I had been seen before, but this was the first time they were able to follow me.

"This was the first time The Ghost was really seen, and not only a shadow. He, or she, was even caught on tape-" No. Freaking. Way. I was caught on tape? Thats impossible! I wasnt that clumsy! I took a pillow, that was lying beside me on the couch, and let out a frustrated scream into it. Im such an idiot! I looked up from the pillow, and yep, there I was running down the street. But as lucky as I am, it was only a street camera. It wasnt even close to capture my face.

I turned off the tv with a sigh of relief, and went upstairs, then went to bed.

The alarm clock is a real pain in the butt, when you forget to turn it off when you don't need to go to school, and then it wakes you up, early as hell. Like, I'm shocked that my alarm clock isn't thrown into the wall already.

I punch the alarm clock with my fist, on the snooze button. The clock gives away a weird sound, but turns off. I slowly sit up in the bed, yawning and stretching my arms out in the air. It would've been beter to wake up to a dog jumping up and down on you than this... Talking about dogs...

Riley, a big black wolf-dog, stares at me with big green puppy eyes, with his tail wagging furiously behind him. He sits beside my feet, which still is on the bed. King, my other wolf-dog who's white, is sitting grumpily in a corner of the room, glaring at Riley, probably for his puppy-ness. Riley never really grow up. King was acting as an adult when he was a half year, and hes four now. Riley is almost two years now. So they were really different in that part... And everything else, Riley is always happy, pretty much as a dog should be, or pup. While King, is always reserved (even to me), grumpy, and really proud of himself.

"shoo, shoo!" I mumble to Riley, who wags his tail even more, and jumps down from the bed, and runs like he have drunk too much RedBull. I can hear him slide down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Crazy dog... I stand up, gets dressed, a white T-shirt and loose jeans, and walks down to the kitchen, with King following right behind me, tail wagging weakly. Riley sits patiently by his food bowl, waiting for me to fill it up. He gives a low bark to me to hurry up.

"Yea, yea, your not going to get it faster just 'cuz your barking at me." I wave lazily at him in a dismissive way. I fetch the dog food, which sat on the table from yesterday. I fill up Rileys and Kings bowls, then I set the dog food back on the table, Im still too lazy to set it into one of the kitchen cabinets. Riley pushes his head into the bowl as deep as he can and starts to chew on the food, while King nicely eats from the top and tries not to get dirty.

I quickly eat some bread and butter, goes and takes my shoes and jacket on, and I walk outside. Riley had already eaten what he needed and joined me outside, while King still sat and ate. He didnt care if he missed something, home sweet home is home sweet home for him. and he could always go outside by the doggy-door. I opened the trunk of the car, and whistled for Riley to jump in. Riley raced over and flew (literally) into the trunk of the car. I closed the door to it, and walked over and entered the driver seat. I pushed in my keys, and started the engine.

I backed of the driveway and drove off.

I pretty much avoided my neighbours cuz of me, yea being an assasin. It was always a risk with neighbours, because of them living so close. Having friends were another thing, not such a huge chance of them getting to know what you're doing.

Riley wasn't really in a cage, because I didnt really afford it. So he moved freely around the car, but he usually jumped forward to the passenger seat and clicked in the seatbelt and just looked out the window, and barked now and then at squirrels running around.

I stopped at a gasstation outside the city. I often hang around here, 'cuz of the nice people, and the cheap things. Oh and I also know the owner of the gasstation, though we don't see each other that often.

I clicked open the seatbelt on Riley, and exited the car. Riley jumped on my lap and out the door, before I were able to get out. I looked around, huh, there werent as much cars here as usually. Riley started to sniff at a wheel at a car.

"Riley, No!" I scolded, snapping with my fingers beside me. Riley left the trucks wheel be, and troted over to my side, still happy. How are you supposed to be mad at a dog like this?

I walked over to the door of the gasstation and the doors opened up before me. I walked inside with Riley on my heels.

"Hey, Bella!"

Carie jogged up to me, with a smile, waving. She looked down to Riley, who looked like he was about to run on the celling from all his happiness and energy he held. Carie giggles slightly and says "I didnt know you had a dog, Bella! Shes so cute!" I smiled.

"Its actually a 'he'. Hes name is Riley."

Carie squealed, she really loved dogs. She had always wanted a dog, but as long as she lived with her parents, she wouldn't get a dog. I dont really know why though, her parents may be allergic, does not have enough time, or just hates dogs. Carie knelt down to Riley, who ran forward and gave her doggy kisses. "God dammit, Bella! Hes just too cute!" She said with a grin, and hugged Riley tight. They were actually really cute together, it was like seeing a dog and a cat snuggling, that aww moment.

Carie stood up and asked "Want some coffie? Ill pay!"

"Cant really say no to that can I?" I smiled at her, she was always so kind to people.

Carie and I had probably spent the whole morning drinking coffe, just talking. Wow, time passed really fast, doesn't it? Carie had left for awhile ago, leaving me and Riley alone.

"lets head home, Riley." I said, and went outside of the gasstation. Riley raced before me. Geez, he really got some energy, doesn't he?

I walked over to my car, and opened up the driver seats door. There opens the door, aaaaaaaand, there goes Riley. Riley actually flew into the other door when he ran in. But, of course it didnt bother him at all. Like, its Riley we are talking about. Riley clicked on his seatbelt, and waited for me to do the same and start the trip home.

Riley barked at me for being slow, when I started the engine.

I backed out of the parking lot, and drove back the way we came. And guess what we found! A little (not literally, hes probably one meter and eighty cm high) derpy King walking beside the road. It wasnt that far to the house, so I guess it wasnt a big problem for him.

I stopped at the edge of the road, opened the door and let King jump up in my lap, then walk clumsy to the backseats, where he clicked the seatbelt on like Riley did. It was actually really nice that they could do that on their own. And that I didn't need a cage for that part.

As I drove back out on the road, some cars raced past us, the last of them crashed into us, but before the crash, a bright light consumed my vision.

And I passed out.

Riley is cute, isnt he? 3

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/CodeSixty