Miss Murder
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Isabella Swan is not your average teenager. All her life she had been trained and taught one basic thing- emotions don't matter, love doesn't exist. Now she is on a mission- assassinate Edward Cullen. Failing will cost her life, but succeeding will cost his.
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Chapter 1
"Taxi," I called out, waving my hand above my head. No one stopped, so I whistled loudly. This time, five stopped at once, I naturally chose the one nearest to me. I stepped into the front seat, and slammed the door.
"Forks, Washington. If your too lazy to go that far, drop me off to another taxi. And step on it." I said coldly, and then turned to my window, staring out of it at the other still waiting taxi's. I felt the drivers gaze on me for a moment before he turned a corner and drove toward the south.
I wondered why he was taking a different route, but waved the question off. I stared blankly out the window for fifteen minutes before the driver stopped, suddenly, in the middle of no where. I turned towards him.
"Your a hot young thing, but you have such a gloomy face. Why don't I remove it and replace it with... pleasure." He said, and then began undoing the belt to his black jeans.
I now knew his intentions. I stared calmly into his dark, beady eyes.
I looked at him in discust as he removed his shirt and smirked at me.
"Calm still, hm? That's what I like about you sluts; calm." He said, smirk still intact. I wordlessly rolled my eyes and stepped out of the car. He also got out.
"Running won't work, sweet heart." He said in a sickly sweet voice.
"You're wating my time." I said, turning and beginning to walk away. I was furious. Not only was I temporally stuck in this smelly waste land, but this hideous guy was trying to rape me.
He grabbed my wrist and spun me away. His face was inches from mine and I could smell his breath; he had obviously never bothered to pick up a toothbrush, I thought.
"I'm giving you a fair warning, which I usually don't do. But for the exception of how idiotic you are, I'll tell you that if you don't get out of my face and let go of my wrist, you will end up on the grown bathing in your own blood." I sneered at him.
"Oh, is that so?" He asked, getting closer. Three. Two. One. I clawed his bare chest with my sharp nails, and it started bleeding rapidly.
"You ugly, filthy little bitch!" I said, moving his hand out to slap me. He was fast, but I was faster, and grabbed his wrist. I only let go when I heard a sickening crack, signifying that it was broken. He fell to the ground immediately, grasping it tightly and rolling around.
I put a foot on top of his chest and put pressure on it. I could tell that he was beginning to have difficulty breathing, but I didn't care. After all, emotions were useless. So without further distraction, I pulled my pocket knife from my black leather purse that I stocked all my weapons in, and stabbed his chest. He died instantly; weakling, I thought, looking at him in disgust.
"No one messes with RedFox." I informed coldly, turning.
Rule one hundred and fifty-three clearly states: Anybody who gets in your way during a mission must be disposed of. Kill them; they are of no use to us.
In KILLER Camp, we were taught how to defend ourselves, which leads to killing the person. Anybody that tries to stop us from completing our mission is also killed. For us, seeing a person die or beg for mercy is a happy scene but I never felt that. I am still emotionless, though. I never cared. I NEVER CARED FOR ANYONE. And I never would.
I looked at my watch. 5:00 a.m.
I cursed the driver and kicked him; No one makes me get off schedule! He rolled from the kick quiet a few times. I removed a small can of what I had used earlier this morning and sprayed the bottle around and over the body. I then turned and began walking in the direction we came, stopping briefly to spray the taxi and making sure I left fake prints on the mans body and the taxi's door.
I began running. It took five minutes to reach a building, even at my speed. I stopped in front of the large structure, and walked into an ally near it. I then began scaling the side of it, and once on top of it, began searching the area around me. It wasn't hard to spot the large airport about five to ten miles away. And once knowing the direction and route's I needed to take, I slid down a pole to get off the building and into the ally, and came out of ally, a pretend look of fright on my face.
I broke into a jog that the average teenage girl would use and headed in the direction of the airport.
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Sorry it is so short but my mom has been yelling at me for the last three minutes to come get dinner... so... review to get some cookies!