Real AN: In case you're wondering, most of the chapters i've posted from 7 on, are chapters i've never posted to fanfiction. Also i have...no idea what this is i'll be honest. Chapter one got corrupted so this is all i have of this
Prologue
I used to be a normal girl, before all of this happened. Well, as normal as you can get as an assassin. What happened you ask? Well, I'll tell you. And if you don't want to hear, well you're going to anyway.
I had been…. Doing something. Okay, I don't exactly remember what, due to the fact that I lost my memory, like in some cliché fanfiction. I remember a little about home, no details, but I have 'feelings' of a sort, 'hunches' I guess you could call them. I'll come close to remembering something, then I lose it.
Anyway, I had been a normal girl before; a family, friends, school, the whole bit! But then, one day something awful happened. I remember it clearly, though the rest of my memory is blurry. I had been crossing the street, and, having looked both ways first, had deemed it safe to cross. But then… Let me explain something first.
I didn't exactly live in a crime free neighborhood. There were many nights where I would fall asleep to the sounds of gunshots and sirens. I also lied when I said I was a normal girl. I was anything but.
Well, I had been walking with someone, someone familiar. Though I couldn't tell you who, I knew it was a friend or something. I had been wearing black boots, form-fitting pants, a black tanktop, and a bright red coat that fell to the ground and had a hood. They called me 'The Little Red Executioness', because I was some sort of assassin or thief or something. How do I know this? Simple. I had my 'executioner's journal' in the pocket of my coat. It held my information, techniques, and weapon designs.
Anyway, I had been walking, when a car sped down the road, and with no warning, came barreling towards me. My heart had nearly stopped, but my friend pushed me out of the way, the both of us landing on the side of the road in a heap. I had laughed, and patted myself down, glad to be alive, as I picked up my glasses from the ground, the square frame was black, and the lens were kind of thin. I had only just placed them on my face, when there was a loud sound, as loud as a gunshot. In fact, it WAS a gun shot, and that sound came with a bullet. And that bullet had just went straight through my chest.
Everything had gone black, and I had fallen asleep for good, the only sounds were that of screams. Whether they were my own, or someone else's, they were soon cut short. When I finally woke up, I was in front of a gate, the form of a figure made of shadow in front of me. I recognized this as 'the gate' and the only thing that I remember after that is passing through it.
To be honest, that's all I can remember. I just hope that this amnesia doesn't cause me more harm than it already has.
