A/N: Got my cup of java here and I'm ready to go! Thank you all so much for reviewing! I'm sorry, but I can't make Stacie be sugar and spice and everything nice. I mean, have you really ever heard of an assassin being like that? I don't think so! No, she's gonna be a punk rock type of girl! Oh, and sorry I haven't updated in a while. Don't worry, I'll be better about that in the future. Thanks for the reviews!
Stacie tapped her foot impatiently as the group inside the room were debating about her. As she was sitting on the chair, she soon realized how tired she was. She pulled her knees to her chest and rested her head against her legs. Right now she was too tired and confused to care about who saw. She eventually fell into a slumber with one frightnening memory taunting her dreams...
Her cell phone rang and Stacie quickly answered it.
"Hello?" She answered anxiously.
"I've got a fifth job for you." Came Jennifer's answer. "This is one is special, miss sweet sixteen!" She said sarcastically.
"Yeah, yeah, I get the point! What is it?"
"Here are the instructions: you are to go to the barn that's at Staleman's Stables. Inside is a male. There should be only one person. He is the one you are to assassinate. Any questions?"
"Um, yes. Why am I to kill-"
"Assassinate." Jennifer corrected.
"Okay, assassinate him? What did he do?"
"Dear, it's not a question about what he did but what he is about to do. He's very close to finding out about our little company and your little secrets. We just can't have that. Just do the job, and no more questions. Remember to use the gun we gave you with the gloves on. You had us scared that last time..."
"I know, I'm sorry. I'm promise to do a cleaner job."
"Alright, now go get him!" Jennifer hung up the phone and Stacie quickly closed her cell.
She hopped in her car and sang along with the radio to "All Star". Her heart raced when she remembered her date with Josh tomorrow. She drummed her fingers on her steering wheel along to the beat of the song. She'd had the biggest crush on him for so long, and he had just recently asked her out. Everything was going perfectly.
She pulled up to the barn with her headlights off. She got out the box full of disposable gloves she kept in her glove compartment. She pulled out a pair and put them on. Then she pulled out the small gun she always kept hidden in her purse on occasions such as this. After putting her purse back in her car, she silently shut the door. She pulled her hood over her face a little and began to creep towards the barn. She paused at the large door. Josh worked here. He wouldn't be too happy to find out a co-worker of his got killed.
She crept inside, and through the dim moonlight, she could see the figure of a man sitting on a chair on the other side. She crept across the hay. Her victim was reading. "Gee, I bet he has great eye sight." She thought as she aimed her gun. "Three, two, one." She muttered beneath breath. She pulled her trigger. The man fell over where he sat.
Stacie hesitated as she started to go back out. Her curiosity got the better of her. She walked to where the dead man now lay. She gasped when she saw him.
"Josh! Damnit, Jennifer!!! That bitch." Tears came flowing down her cheeks as she stared at her boyfriend. His face was beginning to lose color. Her gloved hand quickly fell to his wrist to check his pulse. Nothing. She gently caressed his frozen face. "I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt or kill you." She whispered. More tears spilled down onto her jeans. In a flash anger seared through her. "I would rather have been the one to die than you. Never again will I get involved with another guy..." She kicked the hay beneath her foot as hard as she could. She froze in her tracks upon hearing voices outside. She quickly ran out to her car and got in, silently shutting the door. She raced down the street and back home.
"Stacie...Stacie!" She awoke with a start as the blonde haired elf shook her.
"I'm sorry." She said in a barely audible whisper.
"Have you been crying?" He asked sympathetically. She sniffed and realized she had. She quickly wiped her tear stained face with her hand.
"Must have been a dream I had."
Stacie tapped her foot impatiently as the group inside the room were debating about her. As she was sitting on the chair, she soon realized how tired she was. She pulled her knees to her chest and rested her head against her legs. Right now she was too tired and confused to care about who saw. She eventually fell into a slumber with one frightnening memory taunting her dreams...
Her cell phone rang and Stacie quickly answered it.
"Hello?" She answered anxiously.
"I've got a fifth job for you." Came Jennifer's answer. "This is one is special, miss sweet sixteen!" She said sarcastically.
"Yeah, yeah, I get the point! What is it?"
"Here are the instructions: you are to go to the barn that's at Staleman's Stables. Inside is a male. There should be only one person. He is the one you are to assassinate. Any questions?"
"Um, yes. Why am I to kill-"
"Assassinate." Jennifer corrected.
"Okay, assassinate him? What did he do?"
"Dear, it's not a question about what he did but what he is about to do. He's very close to finding out about our little company and your little secrets. We just can't have that. Just do the job, and no more questions. Remember to use the gun we gave you with the gloves on. You had us scared that last time..."
"I know, I'm sorry. I'm promise to do a cleaner job."
"Alright, now go get him!" Jennifer hung up the phone and Stacie quickly closed her cell.
She hopped in her car and sang along with the radio to "All Star". Her heart raced when she remembered her date with Josh tomorrow. She drummed her fingers on her steering wheel along to the beat of the song. She'd had the biggest crush on him for so long, and he had just recently asked her out. Everything was going perfectly.
She pulled up to the barn with her headlights off. She got out the box full of disposable gloves she kept in her glove compartment. She pulled out a pair and put them on. Then she pulled out the small gun she always kept hidden in her purse on occasions such as this. After putting her purse back in her car, she silently shut the door. She pulled her hood over her face a little and began to creep towards the barn. She paused at the large door. Josh worked here. He wouldn't be too happy to find out a co-worker of his got killed.
She crept inside, and through the dim moonlight, she could see the figure of a man sitting on a chair on the other side. She crept across the hay. Her victim was reading. "Gee, I bet he has great eye sight." She thought as she aimed her gun. "Three, two, one." She muttered beneath breath. She pulled her trigger. The man fell over where he sat.
Stacie hesitated as she started to go back out. Her curiosity got the better of her. She walked to where the dead man now lay. She gasped when she saw him.
"Josh! Damnit, Jennifer!!! That bitch." Tears came flowing down her cheeks as she stared at her boyfriend. His face was beginning to lose color. Her gloved hand quickly fell to his wrist to check his pulse. Nothing. She gently caressed his frozen face. "I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt or kill you." She whispered. More tears spilled down onto her jeans. In a flash anger seared through her. "I would rather have been the one to die than you. Never again will I get involved with another guy..." She kicked the hay beneath her foot as hard as she could. She froze in her tracks upon hearing voices outside. She quickly ran out to her car and got in, silently shutting the door. She raced down the street and back home.
"Stacie...Stacie!" She awoke with a start as the blonde haired elf shook her.
"I'm sorry." She said in a barely audible whisper.
"Have you been crying?" He asked sympathetically. She sniffed and realized she had. She quickly wiped her tear stained face with her hand.
"Must have been a dream I had."