I was walking down my street, hood pulled up, boots on, pants ripped and torn. "I will get revenge... Revenge.... Revenge...", I mumbled. I always say that when someone walks by. My black shabby hair blew in the wind. I pulled my hood around and pulled the string, to hide most of my face. I walked up to my house, and opened the door. I don't bother locking it, because no one would dare go near my home. I was greeted by my German shepherd, Alias. "Hello Ali.", I whispered. She licked my face and jumped up on me. "Down.", I bellowed. She shimmered and went to her pillow. I sat on my bed and waited for my partner, Trixie. Her name sounds girly, but she is the complete opposite. I heard a knock on the door and I went to answer it. "Hey Trix" "Hi Jerrimiah." We don't really have conversations. We just plan out what we will do and do it and we're done. "Who are we after today?", she asked. "Ophelia. Ophelia Peer.", I choked. "Her? Isn't she insane?!", Trixie looked surprised, but I knew she was up for it. "Yes but we can do it. She took part in the death of Lucy. She must die.", I yelled. "Okay! Jesus Christ...", she breathed. We grabbed four knives and two guns. Lucy... My first love. She was killed because of jealousy. Killed by Claire Chesney. The ass that murdered half of my family. We haven't caught her yet. We will kill her last. "Ready?", I looked at Trixie and coughed. "Yep. I brought the gloves.", she said as she dug in her bag. She threw s pair of black gloves at me. These were so we didn't leave finger prints. "Let's go.", I chuckled. Trixie looked at me like Your crazy, bitch. She brushed the brown hair from her face, and her blue eyes twinkled. We arrived at Ophelia's home. I smirked, and took out a knife. I went up to knock, and she opened the door. "Um... Hello sir. Who are you?", she asked, with a clueless look on her face. "Did you know Lucy Barker?", I asked her briefly. "Yes. I did.", she sniffled and looked away. "Did you have something to do with her death...?", Trixie squeaked. "... Yes. I did.", she admitted and looked at Trixie. I stared in Ophelia's brown eyes for a moment. She looked like Lucy. Exactly like her. I couldn't hurt her. "I regret it more than anything.", she whispered. Trixie nudged me and I shook my head. Trixie looked at me wide eyed. I looked at Ophelia's dark brown messy hair. "Sorry to bother you Ms.", I mumbled to Ophelia, and I turned and walked away. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!", Trixie screamed. "She looked like Lucy, with brown hair.", I huffed. Trixie rolled her eyes and didn't talk to me again for the rest of the time. Without saying goodbye, I walked into my house and pet Alias. I sighed and laid on my couch. I couldn't hurt Ophelia. She was exactly like Lucy. I pushed the thought out of my head, and smirked. Who's next? ------------- lol like?
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Trixie's POV: I sat in my room. Alone, thinking about Jerrimiah. His jet black hair and mysterious grey eyes. I sighed and took out my journal. I started writing: Dear Diary, I know I'll regret writing this someday. My life hasn't been very good lately. In love with a guy who is depressed and still in love with his dead girlfriend. I want him. I want him to myself. I will make him love me. I still want to have a business with him though. You know, being assassins and all. I just hope he never finds out my secret. I helped kill Lucy I dropped my journal back in my dresser and got up. I walked to the front door and left. I walked to his house and knocked on his door. He answered. He was shirtless. "God Dammit! Trixie why in Jesus' name are you here?!", he bellowed. He must have just woken up because he was squinting at the sunlight. "Sorry, GrandMaster Asshole.", I mumbled. "Ugh. I'm sorry. I just woke up", he sighed and brushed the hair out of his eyes. "Put a shirt on, Jacob Black", I joked. "Ha ha. Hilarious.", he smirked. I felt my cheeks get hot and I walked inside as he motioned me in. He put on a brown hoodie and jeans. "So who's next?", I piped up as I tried to hide my face. "Hm. I'm not sure.", he whipped his head towards me. He grabbed his little book that he called "The Kill List". I chuckled and watched him flip through the old, torn pages. "Ryan. Ryan Barnowske", he laughed and showed me the picture in the book. The boy was pale, light brown eyes, blond hair and he looked very frail. Like a porcelain doll. I smiled and I looked back at Jerrimiah. "An easy one, Eh?", I asked. "Looks like it.", Jerrimiah answered. "Let's get this show on the road!", I yelled as I fist pumped the air. We set off. We decided we wouldn't need much to kill him. So we took a knife, and a riffle. "I call the knife.", Jerrimiah joked. "Good, 'cause I want the badass riffle.", I laughed. He laughed back. We arrived at Ryan's house and walked up to the house. I knocked and he answered. "Oh hello!", he squeaked. His voice was extremely high. "Hi. Um, did you take part in Lucy Barker's death?", I asked looking him straight in the eye. His face brightened and he smirked. "Why yes! I lured her! Then she was killed by Claire. Brilliant, right?", he bragged. "Yes. Brilliant.", Jerrimiah chuckled. He took out the knife and stabbed Ryan in the chest. Ryan's eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed, shaking. I slammed the door. Jerrimiah carved a message in the door. Catch us if you can. I giggled and we ran off. Ah, true love -------- BWAHAHAHA