Chapter 2.
The next morning, at around 3:30
A.M., Aini woke up with a start. She rolled out of bed
and
grabbed her 9-mm. semi-automatic. She went and stood by
the door. This all happened in a matter of
seconds, her training being so well ingrained.
She stood there, by the door, a mere shadow,
listening, hardly daring to breathe. She waited,
gradually becoming more relaxed as the minutes ticked by.
After 10 minutes of silence, she was about
to go back to bed, when something moved outside her door.
She yanked the door open, pistol ready,
just in time to see a figure disappear around the corner
at the top of the stairs. She took off, up the
stairs after the figure. She saw the figure leave the
house, but still she followed.
They were both sprinting now. Going over fences,
through backyards, under, around, through, and
over any obstacles encountered. They kept going and Aini
started to wonder how much longer they
could keep up this treacherous pace. Finally, the figure
seemed to be slowing down. Aini smirked at
this; but suddenly the figure took off again. With a
frustrated growl, Aini thought, ' What the heck,
why not?' She whipped out her pistol; sighting and
shooting in one well-practiced motion. The figure
dropped to the ground, holding their leg. "About time,"
Aini muttered to herself. She quickly
approached the figure, pistol pointed at what she
realized to be a teenage boy; about her age. Or at
least that is what his size and build told her. She
couldn't see the face. She told him not to move, and
asked, "are you with OZ?" The boy just laughed. His laugh
sent shivers down her spine. It sounded
like he was insane. Then the boy pulled a gun from behind
his back. He started to point it at her, and
without thought she fired hers. "Kuso," she silently
cursed to herself. "Darn it, not another needless
casualty. "Ugh. Almost sounded like he was drugged." She
grimly searched the body for some sort of
identification, fumbling across a letter in her search.
She pulled it out and opened it, curious now, and
started to read. After a few seconds, shock registered on
the teen's face, before it went completely
pale. Dropping the letter, she backed away. On the letter
it had only three words.
MISSION—Compete.
Congratulations
Her mind snapped back to a message she
had received about three weeks ago. She had been
stationed at a safe house and she had received a new
assignment. It was the final completion to her
training. It said that her friend, Jason, had become a
traitor. Her mission was to get rid of him. She had
been shocked and didn't believe it for a second. Knowing
that Kiana's new partner didn't accept
failure, Aini had decided to retreat to a safe location,
after she had refused her mission. She had known
they would send someone after her. She was surprised it
had taken this long. Suddenly a thought
occurred to her. ''Oh, no." was all she said and she went
over to the body to see if her suspicions
were correct. She pulled off the mask covering the face,
already knowing she was right. "No, no, NO!"
was all that she could say as she backed away from the
body shaking and whimpering.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flashback
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
An eight- year- old Aini and a 10- year- old
boy named Jason were in the gym of the base
they and the trainers now occupied. Jason was an orphan.
Kiana had found him when he was two and
adopted him. He was solemn, but also sweet and had a sort
of innocence about him; despite what war
and bloodshed he had already grown used to at such a
young age. When Aini had arrived at the base,
she had been lonely. This boy had more or less adopted
her as a little sister. Jason was in the process
of teasing Aini on how little and naïve she was. He said
it was really cute. She had gotten mad, her
eight – year- old pride wounded, and lashed out with, "
Hey! You better watch out. One of these days
we will fight and I will win."Little had she known then
how true these words would become in the
future.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of
Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"That's it," Aini thought, ' that's the last
straw.' Aini got up and went over to her adoptive
brother to say her final good byes. After finishing, she
left his body and resumed her long walk home.
As she walked, she made a silent oath to herself. "One
of these days, I will find you Kiana, and make
you regret what you have done." The now cold and
emotionless youth then entered her home, her face
cold and detached, once again finding a mission to
concentrate on and live for.
End of Chapter 2
Author's Notes: So what do you think so far? I haven't
really written anything before so this is a first try.
Please be patient, it is leading somewhere. It is part of
a series my friends and I are writing. Well, R&R!
The next morning, at around 3:30
A.M., Aini woke up with a start. She rolled out of bed
and
grabbed her 9-mm. semi-automatic. She went and stood by
the door. This all happened in a matter of
seconds, her training being so well ingrained.
She stood there, by the door, a mere shadow,
listening, hardly daring to breathe. She waited,
gradually becoming more relaxed as the minutes ticked by.
After 10 minutes of silence, she was about
to go back to bed, when something moved outside her door.
She yanked the door open, pistol ready,
just in time to see a figure disappear around the corner
at the top of the stairs. She took off, up the
stairs after the figure. She saw the figure leave the
house, but still she followed.
They were both sprinting now. Going over fences,
through backyards, under, around, through, and
over any obstacles encountered. They kept going and Aini
started to wonder how much longer they
could keep up this treacherous pace. Finally, the figure
seemed to be slowing down. Aini smirked at
this; but suddenly the figure took off again. With a
frustrated growl, Aini thought, ' What the heck,
why not?' She whipped out her pistol; sighting and
shooting in one well-practiced motion. The figure
dropped to the ground, holding their leg. "About time,"
Aini muttered to herself. She quickly
approached the figure, pistol pointed at what she
realized to be a teenage boy; about her age. Or at
least that is what his size and build told her. She
couldn't see the face. She told him not to move, and
asked, "are you with OZ?" The boy just laughed. His laugh
sent shivers down her spine. It sounded
like he was insane. Then the boy pulled a gun from behind
his back. He started to point it at her, and
without thought she fired hers. "Kuso," she silently
cursed to herself. "Darn it, not another needless
casualty. "Ugh. Almost sounded like he was drugged." She
grimly searched the body for some sort of
identification, fumbling across a letter in her search.
She pulled it out and opened it, curious now, and
started to read. After a few seconds, shock registered on
the teen's face, before it went completely
pale. Dropping the letter, she backed away. On the letter
it had only three words.
MISSION—Compete.
Congratulations
Her mind snapped back to a message she
had received about three weeks ago. She had been
stationed at a safe house and she had received a new
assignment. It was the final completion to her
training. It said that her friend, Jason, had become a
traitor. Her mission was to get rid of him. She had
been shocked and didn't believe it for a second. Knowing
that Kiana's new partner didn't accept
failure, Aini had decided to retreat to a safe location,
after she had refused her mission. She had known
they would send someone after her. She was surprised it
had taken this long. Suddenly a thought
occurred to her. ''Oh, no." was all she said and she went
over to the body to see if her suspicions
were correct. She pulled off the mask covering the face,
already knowing she was right. "No, no, NO!"
was all that she could say as she backed away from the
body shaking and whimpering.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flashback
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
An eight- year- old Aini and a 10- year- old
boy named Jason were in the gym of the base
they and the trainers now occupied. Jason was an orphan.
Kiana had found him when he was two and
adopted him. He was solemn, but also sweet and had a sort
of innocence about him; despite what war
and bloodshed he had already grown used to at such a
young age. When Aini had arrived at the base,
she had been lonely. This boy had more or less adopted
her as a little sister. Jason was in the process
of teasing Aini on how little and naïve she was. He said
it was really cute. She had gotten mad, her
eight – year- old pride wounded, and lashed out with, "
Hey! You better watch out. One of these days
we will fight and I will win."Little had she known then
how true these words would become in the
future.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of
Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"That's it," Aini thought, ' that's the last
straw.' Aini got up and went over to her adoptive
brother to say her final good byes. After finishing, she
left his body and resumed her long walk home.
As she walked, she made a silent oath to herself. "One
of these days, I will find you Kiana, and make
you regret what you have done." The now cold and
emotionless youth then entered her home, her face
cold and detached, once again finding a mission to
concentrate on and live for.
End of Chapter 2
Author's Notes: So what do you think so far? I haven't
really written anything before so this is a first try.
Please be patient, it is leading somewhere. It is part of
a series my friends and I are writing. Well, R&R!