Yay! Short chapter!
Of course he's not dead. Where would my story go?
Anyway. That's it. Hope you enjoy, or if you don't, don't gag yourself with a spoon.
She looked at the corpse.
…fuck.
"A poor assassin you must be if you go around killing innocent bystanders instead of your original target," a voice whispered almost sensually into her ear.
Ryu had somehow managed to dodge the bullet. It had hit a young man sitting at the table behind him. Now, Ryu was standing behind her. She heard the audible sound of a gun cocking, being flicked off safety, then cool metal against the back of her neck.
"Move and I will shoot you,"
Sure, I'm fast. But I don't think I can dodge a bullet at this range. I don't even have enough time to bring up my own gun. I am well and truly dead. But I will not tell him a thing.
"What happened to ninjas and tradition?" she hissed, craning her neck as much as she could to glare at him with ice blue eyes. At least for now, if I can ever get to take these damn contacts out. If I ever get a chance.
He thrust the gun further into her neck, enough to hurt. "Be quiet,"
Funny how when she was about to die she thought about her contact lenses. I suppose most people would think about their family. Well, peachy for them. I have no family. The best thing for an assassin, I suppose.
"Well, go ahead," She was going to be obstinate until the end. "Shoot me,"
He jabbed her in the back with the gun. She flinched despite herself.
"Go. Get out of here, before the police find you,"
She couldn't veil her shock.
"What? You're just going to let me go?"
His voice was soft. "I don't want to kill you. Go now. Hurry,"
She didn't need it to be said again. Grabbing her gun, folder and jacket, she ran as fast as she could, without another backward glance.