The figure had the gun pointed right between the Goth's eyes, his finger ready to pull the trigger once more, when a voice screamed from his ear piece.
'What the hell are you doing? You just missed both those shots! What is wrong with you! Kill them god damn it! Why are you holding back?'
"Holding back? What are you talking about? I'm not holding back!" The figure yelled, beginning to get frustrated.
"Look around you! You didn't shoot to kill; they can live through those wounds! Do you know these people or something? Don't you hold out on me!'
The figure looked around to find William, and Paulina alike, on the ground writhing in agony.
"I've never missed. I always shoot to kill, how could I have missed? This doesn't make any sense, my aim was perfect…" The figure whisper-ranted to himself.
"Finish the mission."
"Yes sir." The figure replied through gritted teeth. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the door was busted down.
"Drop the weapon!" a voice boomed from behind.
'Do as he says, I'll send whatever back up we have…just keep them busy, and don't say anything! Don't worry they'll keep you at the school, they have no way of transporting you, it would be far too dangerous to just take you by car.'
The figure let out a long sigh before dropping the gun.
"Hands behind your head."
The figure stood as still as a statue.
"I said, hands behind your head!"
The figure did as he was told, and slowly raised both hands to his head, wincing when a sharp pain ran through his shoulder.
"Search him." A voice demanded before two men in swat uniforms came up from behind, shoved him up against the wall, and began to confiscate every weapon he had. By the time they were done, there were two desks piled with every other weapon you could think of.
"Cuff him to the chair, I'll call for transportation. Make sure he can't get out!" A gruff looking man said before walking out of the room.
"But sir.." One of the men began to question his commander.
"Do you realize that this man is public enemy number one? He has a bounty of forty five million dollars on his head for fucks sake! Now do as I say or you can be joining him!" The man shouted, balling his fists.
"Yes sir." The two men replied, shoving the figure into a chair, and cuffing his hands behind the back of the chair. Once his hands were cuffed they tied each of his legs to a leg of the chair. When the man came back into the room he had just shoved his phone back into one of his many pockets.
"Take the wounded to the nurse." The man said, motioning to the two of the figures victims.
Immediately after, the two men that had tied the masked figure down went to the wounded. When the two men left the assassin, he was surrounded by four other men, guns pointing in his direction.
"While we wait for the transportation we're gonna do a little interrogation. No it is not appropriate to do this in font of a bunch of kids, but this assassin here" The man points to the masked figure. "is highly dangerous, and I need information out of him. You see we've been tracking his ass for years now, and have had no luck, but now that I have him in my grasp, I don't want to pass this opportunity up." The man said. While the man talked, William, and Paulina were taken to the nurse.
"Here's how this is going to work." The man started to say as he pulled a chair up before the masked figure.
"I'm going to ask you a series of questions, and you are gonna answer them; and if you don't I'll beat you till you do. Got it?" The man said, turning the chair around backwards, and sitting down straight in front of the masked figure.
"First of all, I'd like to see what the legend really looks like... 'The Phantom'." The man said, gripping the top of the figures mask. With a grin playing at his lips the man ripped the mask off the figures head. Just then, a series of 'what the fucks' erupted from the swat team, and murmurs could be heard from the students.
"He's just a...a kid?" One of the men in the swat uniforms said, taking a step back.
"It doesn't matter how old he is, he's still an assassin, and he still has answers I need." The gruff looking man said, tossing the mask to the side. The assassin glared at the man before him with his icy blue eyes.
"Now, what is your name, and who do you work for." The man asked, leaning forward.
Silence.
The man punched the assassin causing him to look the other way. The assassin stayed looking the other way, which happened to be toward the students who stared at him with questioning looks. His blue eyes were fixed on the violet eyes of the goth, she stared back at him with recognition.
Somehow she seems familiar...
"I'll ask you again. What is your name, and who do you work for?" The man demanded.
The assassin turned back toward the man, and spat a mouthful of spit metallic tasting blood. The man growled, and angrily wiped at his face. He turned toward the assassin, and punched him again.
"You are trying my patience! You are considered a huge threat to the country, and I will chop off all of your fingers to get you to talk if I have to!" The man said, leaning forward to where his, and the assassin's noses were practically touching.
"You're never going to get me to answer your questions. I'm an assassin, born and bred to kill. I know no fear, I've been through more pain then you'll ever know in your life time. You think you have discipline? I'm willing to give up my life in order to protect the organization, go ahead, try me! Cut off all my limbs if you have to!" The assassin fired back. The man huffed, and sent his fist flying towards the assassin's face once more, twice, three times.
The assassin licked at his newly split lip, and gave the man hard look.
"You wouldn't willingly give your life up for the people you work for. You are assassin, you fallow orders, and that's precisely what you're doing now!" The man shouted landing another punch to the assassin's jaw. The assassin's body shook from the force of the blow, but he remained emotionless, not giving the slightest sign that he was in pain.
'You're gonna have to keep them stalled for a while longer, I have two men on the way, but there across the state.'
"Yes sir, I expected none the less." The assassin replied to the voice in his earpiece. The man scowled at the assassin when he realized what he was doing.
"Take his earpiece, tap into the wire. I want to hear every single word there exchanging." The man demanded.
"70238" The assassin said to the voice on the earpiece, just before one of the swat members took it away.
"Toss it." The man in charge said to the one holding the earpiece.
"I said toss it now!" The man yelled at the hesitating swat member. When the earpiece was tossed in went up in flames right in the air.
"Piece of shit!" The man yelled furiously, repeatedly wailing on the assassin. All the while, the students talked in whispered voices, but they were too low for the assassin to understand what they were saying.
"Guard the door." The man demanded, rubbing his temples. The remainder of the swat team did as they were told, and guarded the door rather than keeping their guns locked onto the assassin.
"He'll have back up coming any time now." The man said in a hushed voice.
"Giving up so soon?" The assassin laughed, the man ignored him.
"Alright, maybe I'll have to try a different approach...with a little help of your own weapons." The man said, standing up. Within the assassins mouth, his tongue dug out a paper clip which was hidden beneath his teeth, and cheek. Once the man turned around, the assassin turned toward the students once again, and spit the paper clip out into his open palm.
"How about one of these shinny blades then? The man said, holding the blade by the handle in one hand, and testing the sharpness with his other. As the man walked back he turned the blade this way and that, admiring the unique craftsman ship. All the while the assassin worked at the cuffs with the paperclip, twisting his hands into awkward positions, the metal of the cuffs digging into his skin.
"So, you want to answer the question, or do I have to use this, gorgeous piece of work." The man asked. The assassin stopped working with the cuffs, and glared at the man.
Silence.
The man noticed something dripping from the assassins wrists.
"Oh no you don't." The man said, walking behind the assassin, confiscating the paperclip, and tightening the cuffs. The assassin winced at the motion then fell back into his still composure.
"You didn't search his mouth did you? How could you be so stupid!" The man yelled, and tossed the paperclip, just out of the assassins reach. Fed up, the man then proceeded to search for anymore hidden objects in the assassin's mouth. The man pulled out another paper clip along with a capsule. The man held the capsule between his two fingers and turned toward the assassin.
"If you had this in your mouth the entire time why haven't you used it? You've been captured, you could have used it, you could have killed yourself along time ago, but instead you sit here, and take the beatings? Well now you'll have no escape!" The man yelled slamming the capsule onto the table.
When the man turned around next he was face to face with two of his men.
"What is this?" The man asked, gesturing to the limp bodies that had been dropped by the men's feet.
"The assassin's back up sir." The men replied. The assassin sighed at these words, and the man in charge laughed.
"Sir, transportation has arrived." One of the men who were previously guarding the door said.
"Good, untie his feet, but leave his hands cuffed." The man demanded, grinning at the defeated assassin. Once the assassin's feet were untied, he shot up from his seat, and knocked his head together with the nearest man, knocking the other guy out. The other man went at him, but the assassin was too quick, he had sent him to the floor with a swift kick to his tenders.
"Get him!" The man in charge barked, turning a nice shade of purple in his anger. The other two men came at him, but the assassin dived out of the way. Once the assassin had stood up again he was standing directly before his weapons. Turning around the assassin grabbed the closest thing with his cuffed hands; a knife. The assassin had the knife by the blade, but with a quick toss in the air it landed back in his hands handle first.
One of the men lunged at him, but the assassin ducked, and the man went flying into the wall. The other man stalled before attacking, which gave the assassin an open window. With the short time he had the assassin managed to pop his arms out of place, bring them to the front of him, and pop them back into place. Now you can imagine how much that must have hurt, especially with a hurt shoulder and all, but the assassin never even cried out in pain.
"What are you doing? Get after him!" The man in charge bellowed at the stalling swat member. Before the man had reacted the assassin rushed the man and had plunged the knife deep into the man's chest causing him to cry in pain, and fall to the floor.
With the knife still in his hands the assassin walked toward the commander.
The man got in a defensive stance, and snarled at the assassin, beckoning him to make his move. The assassin grinned, and he too got in a defensive position. The two circled each other for a moment, each step brought the two closer together.
"You think you can win with your hands cuffed like that?" The man taunted, throwing the first punch, which the assassin dodged easily. The assassin landed a blow to the commander's jaw and sent him stumbling back wards. The man quickly regained his balance and lunged at the assassin, but the assassin was far too quick and stepped to the side. The man growled like an angry animal, began to attack the assassin. The man continued to attack the assassin, his fist swinging wildly in the air with the assassin dancing about him, dodging each of the blows with ease. Soon the man was covered in sweat and began to slow down.
"Your not paying attention." The assassin laughed as he dropped the knife, and brought his cuffed hands around the man's neck, and pulled tight.
"I whisper in your ear before I kill you right?" The assassin purred into the mans ear as he held his grip around his throat. The man grabbed at his throat and tried with whatever strength he could to pull away from the assassin, but the more he struggled, the tighter the assassin's grip became. The man was loosing air fast, his face flushed red, and his veins popped out of his skin from the pressure. Soon the veins in the mans eyes popped turning them an angry red. The man gave one final gasp for air then his hands slipped from his neck and fell limply to his side.
With nothing more than a sigh the assassin let the man's body fall to the ground with a thud.
The assassin went to the desks, then picked up one of the paper clips, and began to pick the lock of his cuffs. Once the cuffs were off he began to stash his weapons on his person, in their rightful places.
"Danny?" A voice made the assassin look up from what he was doing. The assassin wasn't surprised when he saw the goth girl from earlier stand up.
"Sam Manson, age:17, target number three." The assassin said, picking up his gun.
I'm rewriting the end of this chapter!
For those of you who don't know, a capsule is a pill that an assassin would keep in his mouth, and if they ever got caught they could bit down on the pill and kill themselves.