"What do you mean by someone saw you? You are meant to be invisible." Nico snapped at me.

"I know. He was in the alley and I thought he was one of them." I defended myself.

"You should have just shot him."

"I should have shot him? He is an innocent. I can't just kill him. He is not my target."

"You can't? You are a killer Lena. You kill. That is your job. You don't have emotions."

"If you were thinking the same years back, I would be rotting six feet under the ground."

"That is different"

"Care to explain how that is different, Nico?"

"No"

"No?"

"No as in I don't care to explain. Now go get some rest until your next mission."

"You speak as if it is some sort of mission impossible movie. We kill, Nico. We aren't that great."

"Okay, kiddo. Enough. Get some rest. I have some calls to make."

"Goodnight" I said rolling my eyes.

"Night."

Confused?

Let me introduce myself. My name is Lena Everett.

I am seventeen. I work for Nico.

Don't ask me what I exactly do. Because I do whatever task I was given.

Mostly it is to kill people. Not innocent ones though.

My parents passed away when I was still in my single digits. I don't remember them much.

Nico was their best friend and he took me in after them. He is my only family.

After he took me in, he trained me for years in all kind of martial arts and weaponry.

He did not stop there. He thought me everything.

Not to exaggerate, but trust me when I say everything.

I can draw, paint, cook, fight, and what not.

I can assure you I have been through worst. Can you believe I have completed my high school when I was thirteen?

Can you believe how It the feels to do the math problems which are hard for an eighteen year old.

But I have been through it. I survived. I even had a tutor who was assigned to teach me languages.

I speak four different languages other than English.

Only if I could lead a normal life, I would be a child prodigy maybe?

I don't know. I have been chosen to this life and I have to do it justice.

I did my night time routine and headed to bed.

It started around five years back. I was in my room reading. I heard a noise.

I was really curious for a thirteen year old, so I walked out of the room to check what it was.

I wasn't dumb. I took the gun Nico gave me for emergencies.

A group of three people broke into the house. I lived with Nico and his wife.

Nico wasn't at home at the moment. He told something about his men being down and went to check on them.

The three had weapons. Guns maybe, but I wasn't sure.

I tucked the gun under my shirt and walked towards them.

Like I was taught, I made no noise.

Cindy was sleeping. She did not know there were people in her room, with weapons.

The middle one walked towards Cindy and the other two searched for something.

It was a little dark, but not too dark.

The middle man moved towards the bed with his gun pointed at Cindy.

I had to work fast. I can't bear to loose her.

"Don't you know breaking into others' house is a crime?"

I asked casually putting my hands in my hoody pocket.

I felt my phone and speed dailed a number.

I could hear faint hellos from inside my pocket.

I kept talking.

"Who do we have here?" One of the man said in an evil voice.

"Are you here to save mommy, Princess?" The other one asked me.

"Maybe" I told them with confidence.

"How do you do that? See I have a gun." The third man waved his gun around.

"Do you know how to use a gun? It's simple. Unlock it and shoot"

The shot rang through my ears. I gasped at his actions.

My eyes filled with tears as I saw blood Ooze from Cindy's head.

A scream got stuck in my threat as I saw life leave her body.

My eyes snapped open as I tried to control the breathing.

It all happened so fast. I should have seen it coming. I should have been the one dead.

But no. It wasn't me. It was her. It had to be her.

I sat up and rubbed my hands over my face.

The same dream bothers me for four years. It won't stop. Sometimes it happens twice in one night.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I remembered what happened that night.

"That was easy, wasn't it?" The same man asked turning towards me.

"That is how you use a gun sweetie."

I struggled to breathe. They killed her like she was nothing.

I looked behind the shoulder of the person towards Cindy. She was lying peacefully like she was sleeping.

"Did you get it? Do you want to show me how to use it again?" The same man asked me with an evil laugh.

I gritted my teeth as my blood boiled. I wiped my angry tears with the back of my hands and stood straight.

"No" I said with confidence. I was taught not to fear the enemy. I was taught not to run.

"No?"

"No, I think it's my turn to try now." Even before he digested my words, my gun was pointed towards him and the bullet was already inside his head.

Gasping the other two sprung into action taking their guns out.

"Too late" I whispered before sending them to their friend.

It was thirty minutes later Nico burst into the room and froze.

I was sitting against the wall with the gun still in my hand, with four dead bodies lying in the same room.

That day something changed in me. Like something broke. I became a shell with no emotion.

Even today I am the the same girl five years ago, who doesn't just kill for living but kills for fun.

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