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Bpov

I turn into an alley, hiding in the dark. Watching a black cloaked figure walk by the entrance a few seconds later with barely a glance.

He's good, but I'm better. Most people in my situation would have continued down the alley, that's exactly what he's expecting me to do. He's simply going to go through the next alleyway waiting till I pass by and continue maintaining a safe distance. Good strategy, but like I said I'm better.

Instead I change my course. Turning down his ally seconds behind him. I sneak up behind him not making a sound. The soles on my shoes specially made for my actions.

Why are you following me? I whisper in his ear, my katana blade to his throat. One wrong move and his head is gone.

I take a quick second that I didn't have my sword when are and his goons captured they took the small guns and blades I had.

"Fuck." The guy mutters. "Charlie was right you are good."

Though my brain pauses, I'm trained to not show my emotions, therefore hiding my surprise.

"Why are you following me?" I ask again forcefully. While applying a slight yet significant amount of pressure to his neck with the blade. Just as I hear the tale tell sound of boots quietly hitting the pavement.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I call out. "Not if you care for your friend, or hell even for yourself. With this blade I could have his head in the ground the moment you take another step, yours just as quickly."

"You are good." The one behind me states. I roll my eyes

"So I've been told, now if one of you don't start talking I'm going to start slicing. So before I kill the both of of you, tell me why are you following me and were can I find this Charles guy."

I can practically hear the smile in the fuckers voice as he answers me.

"We were sent to take you to him."

Never in my life have I wanted to hurt somebody like I do right now.

I let out a heavy breath

"Why didn't you just say so?" I ask though really I wanted to ask what stupidly made them follow me and why.

"Well we were ordered to follow you first, to prove your capabilities." Tool number one states.

I roll my eyes,, of course that's why why they were following me.

"Okay so whee are we going?" I ask putting up the katana but pulling out a gun just in case.

They look at each other, as if calculating their answer before answering me.

"Well we would have to go back to your apartment."

"Why" I ask through gritted teeth these fuckers just followed me from my apartment.

"Well Mr. Charles is there waiting for you. We were supposed to track you down and bring you there."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" You fuckers have followed me from my fucking apartment let me capture you, when the fucker is at my fucking apartment?!"

They nod

"You are fucking idiots." They nod again.

I should shoot them in the foot or something follow me from just to take me back who does that shit?

Finally after twenty minutes we make it back to my apartment.

Fuckers followed me for twenty minutes knowing wed have to come back.

In my apartment is a lanky blond and a stunning blond, and a big blocker looking dude.

"And you are." I ask

The stunning blond speaks.

"Well I'm Rosalie. This is Jasper (she points to the lanky blond. And then she points to the blocker dude.) That's Emmett."

I nod humming my acknowledgement.

"And your here because?"

"Well we here to take you to Mr. Charles we're part of your team."

You have got to fucking kidding me.

"Team?" I ask cause really what the hell kind of team would I need.

"Yes team." Blondie states. "We will discuss more after the task of getting you to headquarters is finished."

Of fucking course. "Someone needs to shoot the two dimwits that were following me."

The lanky one jasper spoke "Newton and Cheney."

I shrug I really didn't care for their names the fuckers were just plain fucking irritating.

"Okay well let's go we have a flight in five minutes." Blondie says

"How the hell are we supposed to make a flight that leaves in five minutes?"

"Private jet." Line backer states.

I only roll my eyes

"Of course let's go."

And with that we made our way for me to meet the man who has shifted my life.

Well there we are next chapter we meet charlie. Wink wink.

So I would love for a little bit of critism, do you think I kinda made Bella a little to much? I'm trying to portray her as a tempered cocky nineteen year old assassin. Did I succeed, over succeed, or under succeed?

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