I'm writing more now, but I may not get it done. Enjoy:
"Now, it appears to be a flaw in the system" Phil was told by a concerned Kayla, she shook her head, "With you killing Mr Jamison, you've…made it worst" She put a map up on the big screen, "Not only did his offspring destroy Australia, but she destroyed half of Europe, the good half, with England" (a/n- not England!)
Phil nodded and took in the information, "So I'm guessing it was the mother who carried the evil genes?"
"Exactly. We have sent someone back in time to stop you from killing him, but we need you to take out the girl, you are, after all, our best assassin"
"Cool, so you'll send me the details, because I really need to find a place to live" he smiled, the first happy smile he had in a while, Kayla thought, she liked it when he smiled. Phil transported from there and ended up out side a white house, Lucie's house. Phil had been going out with Lucie for 5 months now, she was a junior assassin; surely she would let him stay for a bit. He rung the doorbell, there was no answer. Wait, he could hear something, some one was defiantly in. Phil pulled various gadgets from his pocket, including the invisi-spray and teleporter. Using both, he went into her house. Noises were coming from the bedroom…the exact noises he didn't want to hear.
"She would…" he muttered. He felt sick…he loved her, and he thought she loved him back. How could she?
"Oh, Gary!" she moaned. Gary was one of the attendants, who worked alongside Kayla. He was well into his prime, about 40, with balding ginger hair, and shaved every two weeks…how could that bitch do it to him? He pulled out the WIZARD and sound proofed her bedroom, that bitch would pay. Phil looked at the pure white walls, she sure liked white; there was barely any other colour, besides the ochre colour of wood. Phil used the WIZARD to form a knife, and, without further thought, he slit the top of each of his fingers on his left hand. He winced in pain as it cut through his skin, but he knew what he was doing. Red trickled down his hand, he tried not to look. He put his right hand index finger into the small pool now forming and put it on the clear white wall.
Using the WIZARD, he cleared up the cuts, making then neat scars and wiped the excess blood on his clothes. He smiled manically, but felt very faint. He looked in the mirror and saw how pale he was.
"Ah, my mission!" he thought aloud and pressed the button on his little phone thing and light lit, looking last at the red message he'd written on his now-ex's wall.
Whoever he was gonna kill now, well, I feel sorry for them ;)
Hmm…Interesting chapter. Last I will write for sometime as I am going on Holiday tomorrow. I also expect a lot of reviews when I get back Also, I have an idea for a new story, it will be only short though, but cute