Finally getting the time to myself, I bring out a bottle of booze and hug it. Feeling the cold touch of it, I sigh, "Ahh, alcohol… you're the only one who can truly understand how I feel, know how to take care of me and most of all… you'll pleasure me without wanting something in return."
Uncorking the head, I don't bring out any glasses and just start chugging it down before it seemed as if I've drank the complete bottle. As the drowsiness from the mind came, I lay down on the chair and slowly close my eyes.
Before long, the bottle from my clutch fell and I went to sleep.
Time went by slowly and slowly and before anyone could notice it, a shadow creep-ed up over the window for a brief moment before it was gone.
Some time went by again and such shadow once more came but this time it stayed there and observed its target… fast asleep and way too fat.
Slowly opening the windows, the shadow managed to get inside the room without inciting any sound, not even the wisp of air seemed to find it.
The shadow looked at its surroundings, seeing nothing that would obstruct its mission. Still wary of the mind, it approached quietly at that breath of its target, smelling the whiff alcohol around it.
The shadow suddenly felt stumped, momentarily lost at seeing how easy it was to finish this mission. But it steeled itself and turned to its target, now ready.
Finally the shadow's eyes revealed themselves, the eyes itself a venom that would strike at its target with the poisonous pain. Black pupils shrunk in great concentration, deep blue iris and white sclera filled with veins showing its greed for wanting a life.
Quickly the shadow brought out a small knife, black in color and positioned it above the air. Aiming to kill the fat bastard just like his father.
"A girl shouldn't have such a look in her eyes."
The shadow's eyes widened in shock seeing the smug smile of its target, not the least bit drunk as he should have been. Before the shadow could comprehend what happened, a big hand struck its chest, bombarding it with such strength that the shadow hit the wall with the bookshelf behind it, breaking the wall.
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As such, dust flew because of such an act, momentarily hiding what had happened. I slowly stood up and glanced at the bottle of alcohol under me that was intentionally filled with water.
I smile, hearing the crack of bones when my attack landed on her, "You know, there's never been a girl out there that's given me such a look. I'm sure I might have… no, I probably did wrong to many girls but damn do you make their anger seem like nothing."
I slowly walk towards the impact, "Seriously though, why so much anger? What did I do that would make you do something ?"
I reached the place as the dust slowly removed themselves showing a broken wall, bookshelf's and fluttered books but surprisingly no body. That made me frown and speak aloud, "I get that my father might have done something to you so you killed him because of that but also killing me… that kinda seems overboard, don't you think?"
"Overboard!" I turn towards the voice to only see the shadow already gone. Then the voice came from somewhere else, almost echoing, "You bastards should have been killed at your birth! It would have made the world a much easier place."
"Alas," I say, "I am alive and we are at this strange situation of playing hide and seek."
"Before you attack me again for no reason, might telling me your name?" I look around, sometimes seeing a flick of a shadow but gone in the next second.
"NO REASON!" Her voice came booming at me, "You bastards ruined our life!"
"Yes, but can you please tell me some kind of notion that would explain how I did that?" I say while seeing a small shadowy figure blitz through the ceiling and into the closet.
I quickly move towards the closet as I hear her say, "No matter how many reasons I would give, it would not justify both you father and son's death. It would only increase my deliverance of justice."
"But justice won't save you from me." I say while banging through the closet, and hitting no one.
I snicker as the girl got away again.
"What happened?" Her sarcastic voice came, "Missed me, did you?"
"Yeah I did but," I smile, "I'm sure you shouldn't be speaking with me with a big injury like that."
The girl assassin hiding under the desk, looked down at her chest and saw a big black spot where I hit before. She didn't know how much damage there was but her rib cage was sure to be broken by now.
The pain she was filling was immense, so much so that she wanted to cry out but didn't. Painfully she brought out a small needle and stabbed herself with it.
The pain at first skyrocketed before she felt it dim by a lot as she smiled, "Have you ever heard of medicine, you dumb bastard?" Saying that she threw the syringe away, gaining my attraction.
Going towards the small thing, I kneel down and take a closer look at the thing, which wrote painkiller-…
Immediately my frown deepened as I said, "Using painkillers, that's cheating."
A girl's laughter filled with pain echoed around the room, "I'm sure with strength like yours, it should be even for me."
"A handicap?" I smiled, "Was that a compliment?"
"…Why not?" The voice echoed from my left to my right side, "You're gonna die today anyway so yes, take it as a souvenir for when you get to hell."
I smile before from the corner of my eyes, I see the reflection of the girl walking slowly behind me, but I don't do anything yet.
"Maybe I had given you too much credit. You may have technique but not the intelligence to use them properly." I say smilingly, "You know why?"
Right when she was at my back, she screamed and lunged with her small blade. Before it could hit me, I grab her by her wrist and push her over the wall.
"Because, Rule no. 01 of Assassination – Never shout when going for the kill."