Chapter 3
Some things in this world should never be found, and some people should never be heard of, or seen. There's been a rumor going around that the oldest of the four brothers has hired himself an assassin/bodyguard. But it's not just anyone, or else no one would care this much, it's been heard that he hired a young man. Deadly and trained by the best masters or various martial arts and fire arms. It is heard that the Fallen Saint has come back from retirement.
It was time again, time for me to work again. After my last job about a year ago, I had quit, or retire if you like. But now, I need money again, and this guy was offering a lot. Just two targets, he's paying me thirty million U.S. Either he's full of money, or the targets are insanely hard to kill, I'm willing to bet on the latter. One of the reasons why my skills are in such high demand is that, I'm just a kid. To my targets, I'm just another teenager, until I kill them of course. I can't say that I enjoy killing, but I gotta do what I need to do.
This guy that hired me, he told me the address of my targets, gave me one million for equipment. Kind of strange but who cares? Usually I gotta get my own guns, with my own money, but I'm not complaining about this. I'm gonna hit them tonight, silently, no witnesses. I got my best guns, and left my small apartment. I took a cab down to the rich side of the city, I looked past the house numbers looking for the one I wanted, 1839.
It was a large mansion, maybe I could loot some stuff after I killed, then again, maybe not. I took out my binoculars, and turned on the heat sensor. Warm bodies, that's what I was looking for. There were three, one in one bed room, one in another, and the last one in the living room, on a couch I think. I had two targets, a man and a woman, that's what I was told. I decided to check out the one in the bedroom on the left first. Sleeping targets are easier. I scaled the wall with my rope, I looked into the window, but the curtains were pulled closed. I took out my lock picks and quietly unlocked the window. I slid it open slowly, careful not to make any noise. I jumped in and crouched to soften my landing. I hit a little too hard so I rolled forward to avoid noise.
I stood up and tiptoed over to the figure, I leaned over, and I saw it was a woman, but I couldn't seen her face. I needed a match to kill, I don't want to harm innocents. I was taught an old prayer once, I've forgotten most of it but I remembered a short snatch of it, "Never shall the blood of the innocent be spilled, yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river, the three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful striking hammer of God."
I don't know who the three were, but I do know that I can only kill men and women marked by either someone else or God. I pulled the sheets that covered her face to get a better look, I confirmed her identity, and I knew she was my target. I took out my gun and slowly put it to her head. Outside a car's headlights passed through the window, in the weak light I got a better look at her, and I was shocked. How the hell did this happen? She was barely older than I am, she can't be the right target. I backed away from the bed. I stepped on something and I knew I was screwed. It made a loud crack and the girl woke up instantly, it seemed like she had a little training too.
"Who are you?" She asked me in the dark, she hasn't pinpointed my exact location yet since she was still hazed from sleep.
I kept backing up, I looked down and saw I had stepped on, her mp3 player, part of it was crushed, but I think it is fixable. I took it and slipped it into my pocket. I turned and was about to dive out her window when she grabbed my shoulder.
"Turn around," I felt a gun to my back, it was the first time that happened, it was new, and it was exciting for me.
I turned, she took off my ski mask and gasped, "Kyle?"
"What? Who's Kyle?" She must think I'm some one else.
She leaned closer for a better look, I saw her disappointment when she realized who I was and who I wasn't. "Sorry, you just look a lot like this guy I knew. Why are you here?"
"Can't say."
"I'll kill you."
"That's ok, I don't really care."
She sighed and put down her gun, "You really remind me of Kyle, I can't kill you."
"I can kill you though." I said, I didn't have any intent to kill her but I just wanted to see her reaction.
"That's ok, I don't really care either."
I put my gun back into my holster and turned to leave, I can't complete this job. My employer's gonna be after my ass for this, time to disappear again. I might even get a normal job to pay the rent.
"Why are you leaving?" She asked, I was confused by her attitude towards me, I had come here to kill her, and yet she treats me like a guest, "Stay a while, I just met you."
"Un...alright," This was weird but I was willing to go along with it. I pulled a chair up to the bed and sat down. "So, who are you?"
"Who am I? You mean what's my name?"
"Sure."
"Christy, you?"
"Not something you need to know."
"Why not?" She looked annoyed. "I told you my name, the least you can do is tell me yours."
"No thanks. I think I'll stick to being anonymous."
"Fine be that way, well anyways, why do you want to kill me?"
"Not me, my employer, he wants you and some other guy dead. But I can't kill you because you're probably younger than I am. I don't kill little children."
"Hey! I'm seventeen, not a kid anymore."
"I'm seventeen too, I bet I'm older." I smiled, I was beginning to relax, she wasn't that bad.
"No way, when's your birthday? This time you say yours first then I tell you mine."
I didn't see the harm in her knowing my birthday so I told her. "October twenty-six."
She laughed, "See? I am older, October sixteen. By ten days."
"Fine, if you say so."
I saw her smile disappear from her face. "Kyle said that a lot. I really think you're him. You sure talk like him."
"What ever, I gotta go. Those bastards'll be after me, just cause I can't kill you." I grinned, "That and eventually they'll find out that I took the thirty million before I killed you."
"Why not stay here for the rest of the night?" Christy asked, "I mean, by the time you get home, it'll be early morning, you should just sleep here, on the floor of course."
"Sure, why not?" I waited till she got back into bed. Headlights outside once again lit up the bed room faintly, I saw that she was wearing a nightgown. It was a sensible nightgown, nothing fancy or flashy, but even though it was plain she still looked beautiful. I watched as she tucked herself in and she smiled at me then turned the other way.
I lightly stepped across the floor and dove out the window like I wanted to do earlier. I landed on my hands and did a hand spring onto my feet, there was nearly no impact noise and I ran quietly away. I would not forget tonight for a long time, and I had a feeling I'll be seeing her again.
Some things in this world should never be found, and some people should never be heard of, or seen. There's been a rumor going around that the oldest of the four brothers has hired himself an assassin/bodyguard. But it's not just anyone, or else no one would care this much, it's been heard that he hired a young man. Deadly and trained by the best masters or various martial arts and fire arms. It is heard that the Fallen Saint has come back from retirement.
It was time again, time for me to work again. After my last job about a year ago, I had quit, or retire if you like. But now, I need money again, and this guy was offering a lot. Just two targets, he's paying me thirty million U.S. Either he's full of money, or the targets are insanely hard to kill, I'm willing to bet on the latter. One of the reasons why my skills are in such high demand is that, I'm just a kid. To my targets, I'm just another teenager, until I kill them of course. I can't say that I enjoy killing, but I gotta do what I need to do.
This guy that hired me, he told me the address of my targets, gave me one million for equipment. Kind of strange but who cares? Usually I gotta get my own guns, with my own money, but I'm not complaining about this. I'm gonna hit them tonight, silently, no witnesses. I got my best guns, and left my small apartment. I took a cab down to the rich side of the city, I looked past the house numbers looking for the one I wanted, 1839.
It was a large mansion, maybe I could loot some stuff after I killed, then again, maybe not. I took out my binoculars, and turned on the heat sensor. Warm bodies, that's what I was looking for. There were three, one in one bed room, one in another, and the last one in the living room, on a couch I think. I had two targets, a man and a woman, that's what I was told. I decided to check out the one in the bedroom on the left first. Sleeping targets are easier. I scaled the wall with my rope, I looked into the window, but the curtains were pulled closed. I took out my lock picks and quietly unlocked the window. I slid it open slowly, careful not to make any noise. I jumped in and crouched to soften my landing. I hit a little too hard so I rolled forward to avoid noise.
I stood up and tiptoed over to the figure, I leaned over, and I saw it was a woman, but I couldn't seen her face. I needed a match to kill, I don't want to harm innocents. I was taught an old prayer once, I've forgotten most of it but I remembered a short snatch of it, "Never shall the blood of the innocent be spilled, yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river, the three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful striking hammer of God."
I don't know who the three were, but I do know that I can only kill men and women marked by either someone else or God. I pulled the sheets that covered her face to get a better look, I confirmed her identity, and I knew she was my target. I took out my gun and slowly put it to her head. Outside a car's headlights passed through the window, in the weak light I got a better look at her, and I was shocked. How the hell did this happen? She was barely older than I am, she can't be the right target. I backed away from the bed. I stepped on something and I knew I was screwed. It made a loud crack and the girl woke up instantly, it seemed like she had a little training too.
"Who are you?" She asked me in the dark, she hasn't pinpointed my exact location yet since she was still hazed from sleep.
I kept backing up, I looked down and saw I had stepped on, her mp3 player, part of it was crushed, but I think it is fixable. I took it and slipped it into my pocket. I turned and was about to dive out her window when she grabbed my shoulder.
"Turn around," I felt a gun to my back, it was the first time that happened, it was new, and it was exciting for me.
I turned, she took off my ski mask and gasped, "Kyle?"
"What? Who's Kyle?" She must think I'm some one else.
She leaned closer for a better look, I saw her disappointment when she realized who I was and who I wasn't. "Sorry, you just look a lot like this guy I knew. Why are you here?"
"Can't say."
"I'll kill you."
"That's ok, I don't really care."
She sighed and put down her gun, "You really remind me of Kyle, I can't kill you."
"I can kill you though." I said, I didn't have any intent to kill her but I just wanted to see her reaction.
"That's ok, I don't really care either."
I put my gun back into my holster and turned to leave, I can't complete this job. My employer's gonna be after my ass for this, time to disappear again. I might even get a normal job to pay the rent.
"Why are you leaving?" She asked, I was confused by her attitude towards me, I had come here to kill her, and yet she treats me like a guest, "Stay a while, I just met you."
"Un...alright," This was weird but I was willing to go along with it. I pulled a chair up to the bed and sat down. "So, who are you?"
"Who am I? You mean what's my name?"
"Sure."
"Christy, you?"
"Not something you need to know."
"Why not?" She looked annoyed. "I told you my name, the least you can do is tell me yours."
"No thanks. I think I'll stick to being anonymous."
"Fine be that way, well anyways, why do you want to kill me?"
"Not me, my employer, he wants you and some other guy dead. But I can't kill you because you're probably younger than I am. I don't kill little children."
"Hey! I'm seventeen, not a kid anymore."
"I'm seventeen too, I bet I'm older." I smiled, I was beginning to relax, she wasn't that bad.
"No way, when's your birthday? This time you say yours first then I tell you mine."
I didn't see the harm in her knowing my birthday so I told her. "October twenty-six."
She laughed, "See? I am older, October sixteen. By ten days."
"Fine, if you say so."
I saw her smile disappear from her face. "Kyle said that a lot. I really think you're him. You sure talk like him."
"What ever, I gotta go. Those bastards'll be after me, just cause I can't kill you." I grinned, "That and eventually they'll find out that I took the thirty million before I killed you."
"Why not stay here for the rest of the night?" Christy asked, "I mean, by the time you get home, it'll be early morning, you should just sleep here, on the floor of course."
"Sure, why not?" I waited till she got back into bed. Headlights outside once again lit up the bed room faintly, I saw that she was wearing a nightgown. It was a sensible nightgown, nothing fancy or flashy, but even though it was plain she still looked beautiful. I watched as she tucked herself in and she smiled at me then turned the other way.
I lightly stepped across the floor and dove out the window like I wanted to do earlier. I landed on my hands and did a hand spring onto my feet, there was nearly no impact noise and I ran quietly away. I would not forget tonight for a long time, and I had a feeling I'll be seeing her again.