Yola!!! Thank you to all of the people who reviewed! Here is the first actual chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own any TDI characters! The plot, however, is mine.
Bullets were flying past my head as I stealthily dodged them. I was in the middle of one of my daily training sessions, when I felt a bullet pierce my calf. It hurt like hell, but I had to take it out without making a sound.
I wasn't a masochist, but if I made a sound it would give away my position. I crawled to the side and quickly removed the bullet myself. The robots kept on shooting, so I snuck a quick peek to see their position.
I picked my gun back up and easily shot them down.
"OK! That is enough!" yelled Gorbovitz.
"Courtney, your father wants you to meet him in his office when you're done training."
We continued the session for 2 more hours when Gorbovitz released me. I didn't think I was presentable, so I took a quick shower, properly healed my wound, ate an apple, and headed to my father's office.
Here we go. I thought. "It's Courtney, Dad. May I come in?"
"Oh, Courtney yes, yes do come in.
Courtney please remember I want you to call me Sir Coffman instead of dad."
He said dad with such a disgusted tone and face that I almost burst out laughing. That thought quickly dissolved, when I thought of what he would do to me if I laughed at him.
My father was a very strict man. His name was James Coffman. He was the head of the Deathsworth military and also the president.
I took one step through the door when a bullet whizzed passed my father's head.
"Get down!" I yelled.
I took out my Beretta 92F and searched the premises. I took off outside to see if the sniper was still there. He obviously wasn't that good if he missed a clear shot like that. Unless, his only intention was to startle him, but I doubt that. I searched the lawn, but there was no sign of him.
If I wanted to I could have easily tracked him down, but I realized I had left my father alone. I returned to my father's office, of course, his bodyguard's Darius and Gavin were there. They were interrogating him as I came in.
"The shooter already left" I stated. They gave me a dirty look, as if to say 'How dare you leave your father alone! After all he is the king', but I didn't really care, or better said I couldn't let my temper get the best of me in front of my father.
I had never liked either of the two. There was something very strange about them, though I didn't know what.
It was obvious that they didn't think much of me. They didn't know I had previously overheard them talking about me.
"A female assassin!" they had once stated. "I bet we could do a better job than her."
No one but my sister had ever agreed with my father about a female assassin.
My sister, though only 4 years younger than me, was my only friend. She didn't always agree with me and disobeyed my father with almost everything he said. I was much more obedient.. Other than any small arguments about my father and clothes, we were on pretty good terms.
I was still standing in my father's office when he made a gesture for his bodyguards to leave. They hated when he did that; it was plain to see on their faces. "Courtney" my father stated.
"This war is getting out of hand, we must finish it."
I was about to interrupt him, but than thought otherwise. I knew how he would behave if I interrupted him. My father was a very cruel man I didn't like him much and would leave the first chance I got. The only thing was I didn't know how long I could evade capture. I loved him in a way, but hated how violent he could get.
"Your next mission is to go to the Liveswell territories and capture their king's son. I want him dead or alive, but preferably alive. He is 16 years old, like you, but it won't be that easy. He is under constant surveillance, and has a numerous amount of bodyguards. That is all we know at the moment. Can you do it alone or do you need to take a few assistants?"
"They would just slow me down, I'd rather go alone. When do I leave?"
"Be ready tomorrow at 6 am and remember you must bring him back, dead or alive. When he finished his sentence it sent chills down my spine. "Good luck" said my father.
I didn't like killing. Coming from an assassin that may sound funny, but if I could avoid it, I would.
I opened the door to my father's office and saw a figure running down the hallway.
So, was that horrible, okay? Are you confused? Just leave a review and I'll answer back! Reviews inspire me so the more I get the faster it'll take me to update! Sorry for any typos, if any. If there are, let me know. I hate !
~The SpaceCowboy XD