Chapter 1- the inevitable

Asher Blake Carter

I sat in the cold cement room looking at the ceiling. I was sitting on the edge of my bed if that's what you want to call it. The muffled sound of water dripping could be heard echoing down the never ending hall. I just sat there no thinking, no emotion, no heart.

The door flew open but I didn't flinch. Rule number one never fear anything no matter the situation. I slowly tilted my head down from the position it was in and leaned it against the wall. There he stood my boss and my abuser.

I watched as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, locking it. He shuffled across the room and I ignored him staring again blankly at the metal door.

I felt a stinging sensation across my face but didn't move. He snickered and knelt down beside me. " I see my baby girl is as cold as ever" I stayed silent. And for that his hand slammed against the wall on either side of my head. " aww come on baby don't ignore me " I blinked and looked at him dead in the eyes. " I'm assuming you have something to tell me " and I received a smirk for my remark.

" oh you know me so well don't you " I continued my blank face. " of course I do" his smirk dropped and his jaw hardened. " of course I do what" I sighed mentally this guy is so annoying.

" of course I do daddy"  I said lacing my words with venom and annoyance. Yes I don't show emotion but with him he gets annoyed sometimes if I don't. So I have to pick and choose and this is one of those times.

" that's a good girl... come to my office in two hours " he turned and opened the door. He took a step out but before coming it he said" and be ready also dye your hair back to normal blond for this"

I sighed I really like my snow white hair. And he knows I do cause I have told him that before. Oh well if I have a job that's means I gotta. I walked into the small room connected to the room I was in which was my 'bathroom.' I went through one of the drawers full of dye until I found black dye and blond.

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After an hour I jumped in the shower and washed my hair. Once I was done I turned the water cold and stood under it for a second before turning the water off completely and stepping out. I walked back to the original room I was in and to the makeshift closet. I grabbed black leggings and a black crop top with a leather jacket. I put on my bra and panties and quickly changed as my two hours were coming to a close.

I went back to the bathroom and did my make up. Winged eyeliner, mascara, Smokey eyeshadow and crimson blood red lipstick. What? I take my dangerous status seriously.

I quickly grabbed a pair of sunglasses and two pistols, ten throwing knives and some extra magazines. Buckling my holsters I began making my way to his office while sliding my pistols and knifes into their spots. Upon arriving at his door, I knocked and heard a come in. I stepped in and walked to the center of the room and stopped. I parted my legs slightly and put my hands behind my back.

" now then your mission is......"

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After the run down of the mission I grabbed my bag from my room and went to the garage. I went over to my bike and got on. Sliding the key into the ignition I turned it and pulled out of the garage and sped down the streets.

It was around eleven o'clock and it was dark out. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of a few cars. Tonight there was an eerie feeling in the air,I wounded why. As I speed down the street the blurring lights of building paint a beautiful picture of streaks.

I arrived at the docs just on time. I parked my bike off to the side so it couldn't be seen and walked into the open area. I could see a bunch of men moving things and an old guy in the middle of it all watching. I slowly approached him the sound of my heals clicking against the hard ground.

The slightly misty area, due to the waters close proximity, made my job oh so much easier. I walked over to him while pulling out a knife. I used my speed to get around the men. The clicking of my heals just stopped echoing and all the men seemed confused.

I darted to the old guy and covered his mouth and put the knife up against his chest and paused letting the tip of the knife dig in. I whispered into his ear in a dangerous yet sexy voice " you should have picked who you messed with carefully"

And with that I plunged the knife deep into his heart. His body struggled for an instant then went limp. I let him fall and land at my feet.

" because death has come for you and she isn't happy"

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~ The lovely writer of this story~ Alex

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