"Sam Manson, age: 17, target number three." The assassin said, picking up his gun.
"Danny, what are you talking about?" The gothic girl said, taking a step forward.
"The mission must be finished." The assassin replied, thumbing the hammer, and raising the gun.
"Danny, it's me, Sam. You wouldn't kill someone you've been friends with practically your entire life would you?" Sam asked, taking yet another step forward.
"What are you talking about, and why do you keep calling me by that name? I don't know you, you're only a target I'm assigned to kill!" The assassin yelled, glaring at the girl.
"You don't remember? Has it been that long? You've been missing for four years now, is that all it takes to forget someone you were so close to?" Sam asked.
"Missing? I haven't been missing; I've been where I was supposed to be this entire time. I don't know who you are, and I don't know who Danny is!" The assassin shouted.
"You really don't remember….four years ago you disappeared; everyone thought you were murdered, but there was no evidence to back it up. I always knew you were alive, but I hadn't expected this, for you to come back as an assassin, for you to not even remember your own name…" Sam said, taking a small step forward.
"I remember my own name fine! Stop feeding me these phony stories, these lies!" The assassin said, and raised the gun to where it was pointed directly into the face of the Goth.
"Danny, please just let me help you. I can help you regain your memory, you just have to trust me." Sam said. The assassin's eyes went wide when he heard sirens going off, and footsteps right outside the door.
"Damn it!" The assassin cursed, and looked around the room for a quick escape.
"No windows, no vents…" The assassin murmured, then went to the door, and cracked it open only to shut it back quickly. The assassin took a deep breath, and held his gun in a readied position.
"Shit, there's gotta be dozens of them!" The assassin said to himself taking another peek out the door then knelt on the ground, and began to go through his pockets. Once the assassin found what he was looking for, he laid it out on the floor. With quick fingers the assassin put together a small but lethal bomb. When the assassin spotted a roll of tape in the far corner a small grin played at his lips.
"Danny, what are you doing?" Sam asked, voicing the question the entire class was thinking. The assassin ignored her and walked over to the desk where the tape was at. He took out two small pistols, and tapped them side by side on his back, then once that was done he walked back to the door.
Once the footsteps got closer, the assassin pressed a small button on the bomb, slid it under the door and fell to the ground, covering his ears.
"Get down!" A voice yelled from just outside the door before the bomb exploded. The deafening cries of the men outside pierced the ears of the students, and made them cringe.
"Move forward!" A voice demanded after they made sure it was okay to move. The assassin took a gun from another one of his pockets and stood up, back against the wall, gun pointed toward the door. In a matter of seconds the door burst open, and in came what was left after the explosion, four men.
"Drop the weapon!" One of the men yelled. The assassin obeyed and dropped the gun.
"Kick it toward me." The man demanded, and the assassin did just that.
"Now hands behind your head!" The man yelled, not noticing the smirk on the assassins face. The assassin put his hands behind his head. Next, the man ordered for his men to search the assassin. As the men walked forward, the assassin inched his hands further behind his head until he had a firm grasp on both the guns.
In one quick movement the assassin ripped the guns off his back, and popped both the guys in the head before moving onto the last two. The assassin shot one of the men in the head, killing him instantly, but he wanted to have a little fun with the last guy who was apparently their commander.
The commander raised his gun but the assassin knocked it out of his hands, and tossed his own guns. The assassin closed the space between himself, and the larger man before him, while drawing out two combat knifes. The man threw his fist at the assassin's jaw, and missed, just barely grazing his skin. The assassin laughed, and punched the man in the face, knocking him off balance. The man recoiled quickly, and tried for an upper cut, succeeding, and causing the assassin to take a few steps back. The assassin growled in anger, his fist connecting with the guys skull. The man went in for another punch, but the assassin had another idea. the assassin took this opportunity, and grabbed the man's right hand, and forced it down to his own groin. In one swift movement the assassin had lodged the blade of his knife through the man's hand, and into his groin. The man cried out it pain, trying frantically to pull the knife out of his hand. The assassin smirked, and shoved his other blade into the man's open mouth, causing a sickening, gurgling noise to rise from the back of his throat. The man fell to the ground, with one hand still over his crotch. Out of the kids in the classroom currently being scarred for life, a particular blond boy with a letterman jacket was throwing up in a corner.
Once the last man was taken out the assassin tore the tape off his guns, and put them in their rightful place.
As the assassin walked to where his gun lay on the ground, a small whimper caught his attention. When the assassin turned to his left he spotted one of the swat member on the ground clasping his chest, and crying in pain. With a light laugh the assassin scoped his gun of the floor, and shot the guy in the head, ending his pitiful cries.
The assassin walked over to the two dead assassins, whose bodies lay sprawled across the ground, limbs twisted in awkward positions, and knelt down on the ground by the bodies to begin his search, he paused when he recognized their faces.
After sucking in a deep breath he let it out in a long, and exasperated sigh.
"No wonder they were able to take them out so easy...they sent the trainees...why would they send the trainees for something like this? I would have expected them to send one of the higher ranked assassins..." The assassin breathed, continuing to search the bodies. The assassin's face lite up with a smile when he found what he wanted; an earpiece.
He picked the earpiece up, and was about to connect it to the mic he was still wearing when a voice said something that caught his attention.
'Of course you're probably dead by now, you were never supposed to make it out of that school alive anyway." The voice said, in the middle of a conversation between himself, and the dead assassin.
The assassin cocked his head to the side, and put the piece into his ear so he could hear the person better. Of course if he wanted to reply to the person on the other end he'd have to either speak into the mic tucked under the dead assassin's shirt, or hook it up to his own mic.
"Danny?" The goth girl said, walking toward the assassin.
"Sam, what are you doing? He'll kill you! Did you not just see what he did to those guys?" A voice from the back of the room protested but the girl kept walking.
"Shut up!" The assassin bellowed, trying to hear what the person was saying. The students gasped, but they obeyed, terrified of what the person they knew as Danny would do to them. Sam stopped in her tracks, and starred at her former best friend in dismay.
'You were only a distraction, after all-'
'Are you seriously talking to a dead body, right now? Not just that, but giving away our plans? I know we deal with a lot of death, and of shit, but that doesn't mean you go insane, and start talking to dead people.'
'Who are you calling insane? I am a genius for coming up with this plan, and i deserve-'
'To what? Gloat?'
Bang Bang! There was a short cry from the second person, before the insane man came back to his mic.
'Stupid interns. Now. Where was I?'
The assassin was now wondering how he ever found it okay to work for this organization in the first place. Although the constant electric shocks, and beatings to 'teach him to stay in his place' might just be the answer.
'Ah, yes. The distraction, after all, to make him believe that we were coming, that we were really trying to save him. The one known as X, or better yet "The Phantom" as the rumors say, had to believe we were still on his side for his last moments.
Hoping this guy was more of an idiot than he was presently making himself, the assassin waited for him to continue. Which he did.
'He doesn't know this yet, but we sent him out there on a suicide mission. They say he's far too dangerous to keep in the organization any longer, the leaders are actually scared of him! Can you believe that? The all mighty, and powerful leaders are afraid of a 17 year old boy! They think he's a threat, that he'll turn on us. Oh oh, Shhhh, remember, this is a secret. Awe, who am I kidding? You can't tell anyone, you're dead! Hahahaha! Personally I think it's because they're afraid he'll find out everyone's been lying to him. If he finds out the leaders know who he really is, that they've been hiding it from him, then he will turn against us. If you ask me the leaders fucked themselves over when they brought him into the organization. You can keep a secret right?' The man thus broke off into a fit of laughter, only making himself seem more insane.
The assassin ripped the mic from the shirt of the corpse by his side.
"No." The assassin said, anger boiling in his blood.
'X? But you...you're...you should be dead by now!' The voice squeaked, you could all but hear the man gulp in fear.
"Oh, I'm alive, mother fucker, and you better believe it!."
'I..I..I was only joking! None of that is true, honest!' The voice stuttered in an attempt to save his ass.
'Ha, nice save...' presumably the intern lying on the floor said as his last words.
"You sir, have just signed your death certificate!" The assassin yelled before dropping the earpiece to the floor, and crushing it underfoot.
"Lying bastards! I should have known better than this! If they know who I am, then they must have a file on me...I have to find that file." The assassin said to himself as he made his way to the door. Everyone watched in fear as the assassin left the room.