Ok, here is the next chapter. Enjoy ^^ the ~*~ are a dream sequence.
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~*~"HIT THE DAMN TARGET!!!" The gun shots rang in her ears as she missed the target again. The large man walked up behind her and grabbed her by her collar. She was off the ground and face to face with him. "You are PATHETIC!" He slammed her body on the ground. "I take you in, treat you like you were my own daughter, and this is how you repay me! By not doing a simple thing like hitting a damn target!!"
She lifted her head slowly off the ground. Her long blonde hair was wrapped around her neck and her silver eyes were filling with tears. "I'm sorry."
"Don't you want to be the best?" He asked her. All she could do was nod. "Then hit that target!" She turned back around on her bruised hands and grabbed the gun. "Pull that trigger.NOW!" Again the gun shots rang through her head.~*~
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My eyes shot open. "Just a dream.just a dream." It seemed normal for me to have dreams of my childhood. Grew up with my adoptive father who trained me up until the day he died, and then I was sent to the new Trabia Garden. I swung my legs over the side of bed, and placing my head in my hands. I knew sleep wasn't in my vocabulary for the rest of the night. The clock read 3:00 AM. "Might as well pack."
Getting up I grabbed two bags, one that could hold some clothes and the other made sturdy enough to house sharp knives. All I needed was a dagger and my gun for the train ride. Throwing random daggers and knives into the bag I hardly paid any attention to the man leaning in my doorway. Of course I knew he was there, I just didn't care.
"You should sleep; you have a long three weeks ahead of you." I looked up to see Irvine leaning on my door frame. I remembered I never closed it after Matron left. I ignored him going back to putting my bags. I silently hoped that Irvine would get the hint and leave.no such luck.
"What do you want?" I dropped the bag and turned back to him, placing my hands on my hips. "Please, enlighten me on why you are here."
"Headmaster Cid wants me to escort you to the train." Irvine stated.
"That's nice, but tell him I'm a big girl, and can find it one my own." Sarcasm dripped from my mouth like blood from a cut throat.
"Ouch." Irvine chuckled. "Well, I can't do that. Once you're pack and all, I'm taking you down there. I got the keys to the last SeeD vehicle anyway." Damn. I had no choice but to let him take me to the train station.
"I could walk." I shot back. I knew I didn't want to walk all the way to Balamb, but at the moment anything was better then having to be babysat by a cowboy.
"You wouldn't." Irvine squinted his eyes at her. "You're bluffing."
"Maybe I am.but maybe I'm not." I laughed. Irvine was not amused. "Fine, take a seat; it won't take me much longer." Irvine nodded taking a seat in a chair next to my bed. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he survived my room.
"Not much to it, is there?" I looked up at him as I threw some panties in the pocket of my bag. "You're room. Most people have their dorm.more comfortable." What is he getting at?
"This is comfortable." I stated blandly. He just laughed and picked at the dead skin around his nails. "Is this how every assassin lives.or just you?" "I like it like this. It's simple.and I know when I leave for somewhere I'm not going to miss anything." I zipped up my last bag, then after turning to Irvine. "Being an assassin is an in and out job. I know you think it's dirty, and you and your friends probably don't understand, but yes, it's dirty, but someone has to do it." I walked over to the white- washed night stand and took the pistol off of it. "Rule number one to being an assassin.don't get close to your employer, number two.don't get attached to you're target." I checked the barrel, and looked over at Irvine, jokingly acting like I was going to cock it. "Three.don't cock it if you're not gonna fire it." I pointed the gun at him and raised my eyebrow. "Let me guess.you're pride and joy." Irvine didn't flinch. I put the gun down and placed it in its strap on my thigh. "If you don't mind me asking.why do you always seem to be wearing a skirt?" "Easy access." I picked up the bag that was full of my knives and threw it at Irvine. "Carry that, don't drop it, don't open it." Irvine let out a gasp as if the wind had been knocked out of him. "Let's go."
~*~"HIT THE DAMN TARGET!!!" The gun shots rang in her ears as she missed the target again. The large man walked up behind her and grabbed her by her collar. She was off the ground and face to face with him. "You are PATHETIC!" He slammed her body on the ground. "I take you in, treat you like you were my own daughter, and this is how you repay me! By not doing a simple thing like hitting a damn target!!"
She lifted her head slowly off the ground. Her long blonde hair was wrapped around her neck and her silver eyes were filling with tears. "I'm sorry."
"Don't you want to be the best?" He asked her. All she could do was nod. "Then hit that target!" She turned back around on her bruised hands and grabbed the gun. "Pull that trigger.NOW!" Again the gun shots rang through her head.~*~
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My eyes shot open. "Just a dream.just a dream." It seemed normal for me to have dreams of my childhood. Grew up with my adoptive father who trained me up until the day he died, and then I was sent to the new Trabia Garden. I swung my legs over the side of bed, and placing my head in my hands. I knew sleep wasn't in my vocabulary for the rest of the night. The clock read 3:00 AM. "Might as well pack."
Getting up I grabbed two bags, one that could hold some clothes and the other made sturdy enough to house sharp knives. All I needed was a dagger and my gun for the train ride. Throwing random daggers and knives into the bag I hardly paid any attention to the man leaning in my doorway. Of course I knew he was there, I just didn't care.
"You should sleep; you have a long three weeks ahead of you." I looked up to see Irvine leaning on my door frame. I remembered I never closed it after Matron left. I ignored him going back to putting my bags. I silently hoped that Irvine would get the hint and leave.no such luck.
"What do you want?" I dropped the bag and turned back to him, placing my hands on my hips. "Please, enlighten me on why you are here."
"Headmaster Cid wants me to escort you to the train." Irvine stated.
"That's nice, but tell him I'm a big girl, and can find it one my own." Sarcasm dripped from my mouth like blood from a cut throat.
"Ouch." Irvine chuckled. "Well, I can't do that. Once you're pack and all, I'm taking you down there. I got the keys to the last SeeD vehicle anyway." Damn. I had no choice but to let him take me to the train station.
"I could walk." I shot back. I knew I didn't want to walk all the way to Balamb, but at the moment anything was better then having to be babysat by a cowboy.
"You wouldn't." Irvine squinted his eyes at her. "You're bluffing."
"Maybe I am.but maybe I'm not." I laughed. Irvine was not amused. "Fine, take a seat; it won't take me much longer." Irvine nodded taking a seat in a chair next to my bed. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he survived my room.
"Not much to it, is there?" I looked up at him as I threw some panties in the pocket of my bag. "You're room. Most people have their dorm.more comfortable." What is he getting at?
"This is comfortable." I stated blandly. He just laughed and picked at the dead skin around his nails. "Is this how every assassin lives.or just you?" "I like it like this. It's simple.and I know when I leave for somewhere I'm not going to miss anything." I zipped up my last bag, then after turning to Irvine. "Being an assassin is an in and out job. I know you think it's dirty, and you and your friends probably don't understand, but yes, it's dirty, but someone has to do it." I walked over to the white- washed night stand and took the pistol off of it. "Rule number one to being an assassin.don't get close to your employer, number two.don't get attached to you're target." I checked the barrel, and looked over at Irvine, jokingly acting like I was going to cock it. "Three.don't cock it if you're not gonna fire it." I pointed the gun at him and raised my eyebrow. "Let me guess.you're pride and joy." Irvine didn't flinch. I put the gun down and placed it in its strap on my thigh. "If you don't mind me asking.why do you always seem to be wearing a skirt?" "Easy access." I picked up the bag that was full of my knives and threw it at Irvine. "Carry that, don't drop it, don't open it." Irvine let out a gasp as if the wind had been knocked out of him. "Let's go."
