Preface "I love you," he said to me. "so so much!" That sentence made my job a lot harder. But I proceeded. I took the sharp blade from my pocket, and I closed my eyes. I felt his body pressed against mine, as we embraced in the early evening sun. The knife went straight into his back as he kissed me, and I cried when I saw his weak body fall to the ground in agony. Chapter One I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Biancha Parry. And I kill people for a living. Yes. I am an assassin. I pretend to love them, and then, when they're least suspecting it, I kill them. Sure, people know about my job. Well, just one person. Rachel, my sister. But, she trusts me, and knows that I only kill my assigned victims. I stared at the folder, labelled 'Top Secret'. I didn't want another victim. You see, I'm becoming more and more attached to my victims. I opened the folder, and read the name. "Johnny Adams." I whispered under my breath. Johnny Adams was my best friend from childhood. I gulped.
I would have to kill Johnny Adams. Johnny Adams. "Is there not..." I began. "Is there not what?" Said my boss, aggressively. "Is there not someone else I could...you know?" I asked, timidly. "What? Are you not happy with your victim? Are you not grateful of all that I've done for you?" "No sir," I mumbled. He nodded at me then gestured for me to leave. I took the file, then walked out of his office. I opened up the file once more, and glanced at the picture of him, taken by our surveillance cameras. He had changed so much. So, so much. I walked towards the listed address, and ringed the doorbell. He answered it, his perfect smile nearly made me faint. His shiny brown hair had framed his face beautifully, and he wore only a pair of knee-length shorts. "Hi, Johnny. It's me. Biancha." I introduced myself in the nicest way possible, trying to seduce him at the same time. "Wow..." He replied. He eyes me up and down then pulled me into a tight embrace. "You look great." He said, his lips pressed against my shoulder.
"Thanks," I replied. "you do too." Our bodies separated and I smiled at him, batting my long eyelashes. "Do you want to come in?" He asked me. I could see that his blue eyes were filled with emotions. I nodded my head and stepped inside the door, past my childhood friend. I looked around in awe at the huge hall that I had once walked through every single day. It was exactly as I had remembered. The diamond chandelier, the marble floor, and the huge pillars on the wall. "Wow." I mumbled. "It's exactly like it used to be." "Yeah. Nothing's changed really." He replied. I smiled at him, and he pulled me into another embrace. Only, this hug was different. This hug meant something to him. And, as we pulled apart, he pressed his soft lips against mine, and we stood in that very spot, kissing, for five minutes. When he finally let go of my waist, he spoke in the most gentle tone. "Sorry." He said, bashfully. I put my pale hand against his warm cheek. "It's alright." I replied, and a smile stretched across my face.
Johnny smiled back at me, and tightened his grip around my waist. "So, what do you do now?" He asked me. I froze, not sure what to tell him. I tried to lean towards him again, but he wouldn't kiss me until I had answered his question. "Umm, I'm in retail." I replied, nervously. He nodded then let go of my waist, grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs, into his study. He opened the curtains, revealing a huge, Georgian era window, overlooking the town. He pointed to a hill in the distance. "We used to make mud pies, there." He said, then he gazed into my eyes. He then pointed to a small diner, Jimmy's, just down the road. "And we used to eat there. Every Wednesday." I nodded and sat on the couch.
"You really remember all this?" I asked him, timidly. He nodded, and he sat next to me, placing his hand on my knee. I looked at his perfect face, and tears welled-up in my eyes. He looked at me with great concern, and then he moved slightly away from me. "Are you alright?" He asked me. I nodded, as I got up and left the room. I ran down the stairs and opened the huge front doors to find pouring rain. "Biancha!" I heard a call from behind me. "Wait!" He grabbed my shoulder and turned me round to face him. I screwed up my face, and shook my head. "No, Johnny. If you knew, you would understand why I have to leave." I said, practically crying my eyes out. I stepped out into the rain, and he, again, caught up with me. He pressed his lips against mine once more, but this time, I pulled away as fast as I could. "No! No, no no!" I screamed, and I ran out into the street, and sprinted all the way home. He tried to run after me, but he gave up after I turned the corner into my street. As soon as I walked through the door, I packed a bag of things, and left a note for Johnny in the mail box, should he come knocking. Maybe I would regret what I was about to do, but I couldn't live a lie anymore. I was heartless. And I had to leave.
Hi readers. I've started another story, Long Live The Queen!, and I won't be able to update either of the stories for another few hours. I'll be brainstorming more ideas though, to keep you guys hooked! Brooke
Chapter Two I stayed in a small hotel in Denver, waiting for Johnny's call. I waited. And waited. Nothing. Things got still in Denver, and I couldn't find a decent job. Every evening I would sit and read the victim file that my boss had given me. I looked at his picture everyday before I went to sleep. I loved him. I couldn't kill him. I decided that I had to tell Johnny. Or, at least my boss. Or somebody. I packed my bag with my few possessions and checked out of the hotel that had been my home for a fortnight. My car was parked in private parking lot, and my windshield covered in parking tickets. I decided to ignore them, and got into my car, switching on the radio. "Have I found you? Flightless bird!" Sang the unknown artist. His voice was so pure, and it reminded me of Johnny. It was seven hour drive back home, and it gave me a lot of time to think about what I would say. "I'm sorry, Sir. But, I can't do this anymore. Goodbye." "I'm sorry, Johnny. But, I was sent here to kill you." If only it were that simple.