|Prologue|

Calm down they can’t find you here you’re just being overcautious.

That’s what I kept telling myself as I walked down the eerie dark street. I blew a breath from my mouth and watched the air turn foggy for a minute before vanishing. I pulled my coat closer to my body, fixed my scarf closer to my face before shoving my hands into my pockets. It was December 14th, winter time and I was in the big apple, New York City. Unfortunately I was in one of the less populated parts, where all the shady people were located.

I stuck out like a sore thumb. Everyone here was wearing dark clothes and hiding in the alleyways while I was wearing a light coloured jacket, a white beanie and of course I chose today to wear heels. They clacked with every step I took and it was the only thing making noise on this cold wintry day. Every few minutes I would pause and take a quick glance over my shoulder, I had to. I couldn’t be found; I wouldn’t let myself be found.

I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Leila Munroe a 19 year old ex-assassin. That’s right I used to be an assassin it was the way I was brought up. When I was 4 I was taken in by the L.O.A, which stands for the League of Assassins. I know, could they be anymore obvious? But you'd be surpised with how well we were able to stay inconspicuous.  I was brought up learning to kill, by the time I was 10 I could break into any security system at any place without a sound and I could kill without remorse. Death didn’t bother me it was a daily thing for me and I hate to admit it but I’ve had my fair share of blood on my hands.

I was only 10 at the time; you can probably imagine my skills now that I’m 19. I am a deadly assassin known as the Silent Fox. I’m wanted in over 50 countries and I’m always changing my name, appearance and age.

I can’t be found.

They want me back but I can’t live like this anymore. Being an assassin isn’t as great as you might think, hell what am I saying no one thought it was great; the only good part was the spying. All the different gadgets, techniques they gave you a burst of adrenaline every time you put them to use. I hated everything else but I couldn’t do anything about it, I wasn’t strong enough or smart enough to leave.

Until now.

CRASH!

My head whipped into the direction of the fallen garbage can. My senses picked up movement coming from the alley a few feet away from me. I quickly pressed myself into the wall and hid behind a dumpster. I held my breath waiting to see what or who stepped out from the passageway, I sighed in relief as I saw a cat pounce onto the sidewalk. I sat in my crouched position for a minute before standing up and making my way out from my hiding spot.

My heart was pounding in my chest and my breaths were coming out quicker and deeper. My heels started to clack louder as my pace quickened with each stride I took. My hands started to feel clammy and I could feel the sweat forming on my brow despite the freezing temperatures. Something didn’t feel right; I was getting a bad feeling with every step I took.

I whipped my body around and got into a defensive position and snarled when I saw the smirking figure in front of me. He found me, the man that the agency sent out to find me. He finally got half of his job done, but I wouldn’t let him finish it. I wouldn’t be going down without a fight.

“Ah Leila, I knew you would sense me. I guess all the rumors about the Silent Fox are true then? The youngest and best assassin to ever be in the program, I congratulate you on that feat” he said with a mock bow. I glared in his direction; he had the audacity to mock me? I could take him down in seconds if I really wanted to.

I let out a humorless laugh “Being a killer isn’t something to be congratulated on Hayden.” I snarled back. He let out an amused laugh “Oh but it is sweetheart. You had everything; you were at the top everyone wanted to be where you were. You were next in line to be the director of the agency but you threw it all away! You selfish little brat, now everyone is looking for you so the director can have his precious ‘daughter’ back.” Hayden spat at me.

I rolled my eyes and let out a frustrated sigh “Why would I want to be the leader of a place like that? It sickens me to know what I used to be part of. I ran away for a reason and I’m never going back, you of all people should know that. You were my best friend, I thought you were the love of my life” I told him with a pointed glare and emphasizing the last few words. He gave me a crooked grin “Aw Leila don’t be like that you know we were so much more than that. Don’t deny it” he said in an overly sweet voice but his plan was pouring from his eyes.

He wanted to take me out and not in the dating type of way.

“Stop it Hayden. I am not coming back with you, just tell my ‘father’ I escaped. We don’t have to do this, I loved you. I can’t hurt you; it would hurt me too much. Please Hayden just go back and pretend this never happened.” I pleaded as my walls came down as I tried to show him with my eyes that I didn’t want things to break out in a fight. I had more training than him and sometimes I couldn’t stop myself once I got into defense.

Hayden laughed mirthlessly and reached behind his back “Plead all you want princess but it won’t work. Everything I felt for you was fake, all I wanted was to gain the power you could give me. I never loved you it was all an act.” He said cruelly with a little grin on the end. I felt my heart break again and tears started to pour out of my eyes no matter how much I tried to stop them.

I could see the lie in his eyes. He was lying to me and I didn’t understand why…

We stared hard at each other daring the other to make a move with our eyes. Assassins fight each other with their fists no weapons allowed. It's to prove that we don't need weapons to be great, that our skills are real. His hand clamped something behind his back while my mind tried to work out a plan. Dean gave a smirk “Is the princess too afraid to make a move? Don’t want to hurt me because you love me?” he taunted with amusement. I growled lowly and got into my fighting stance “It’s time to end this”

Then in the dead of the night a shot rang out and pierced the silence with a deadly cry.

That little cheat.

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...So what do you think?

I had this on figment for a while and thought I should put it here since I go on here a lot more. I wrote this for a school assignment and decided that I wanted to make an actual story out of it. 

Oh and this won't be started until I finish at least one of my other stories!

Comment and tell me what you think please!

Xoxo- Shar