She sat in the charming little cafe that she had found at the corner of a street, the iced tea that she had ordered sitting at one side of her laptop, and her chocolate cake on the other. She tapped in a couple of letters, when she felt a vibration in her pocket. Sophia dug into her pocket and pulled out her mobile, answering with a quick, "Hello, Sophia speaking." "Hello Sophia, I have a new mission for you." Spoke the deep voice on the other line. Sophia cast her eyes around the almost empty cafe before speaking in a hushed voice, "Yes?" "It is a man by the name of Roland Alucard Matthis. I will send the information through to your laptop now." Sophia nodded to herself as a 'download' bar appeared on the screen on her computer, quickly downloading the information she needed. She watched as Roland Alucard Matthis's face appeared on her screen, and all possible information that the company had on him, admiring his good looks as she speaks to the man on the other line again. "He's an assassin also." "Yes." "How much are you offering." "If you kill him within the next three days, £30,000." She smiled to herself, obviously this guy was a bit of a big shot, or else he was just a danger to the company that had called her, so she speaks two words before hanging up swiftly. "I'll do it." She dropped her phone onto the take, picking up her cold drink and parting her cherry red lips to take a sip of her iced tea, all the while her eyes skimming across the page. So he lives in England, she thought to herself, not too far. Five minutes later Sophia had left the cafe, leaving a genorous tip to the staff before striding out, her laptop under one arm and her phone in another, a small, sadistic smile upon her features. This was going to be fun.
[I hope you don't mind ridersofdamar ^-^]
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” - William Wordsworth
"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool." - William Shakespeare
I woke up as my cellphone beeped. Looking around the secluded white apartment i touched the ringing phone. I rubbed my eyes and picked it up. The scree showed the message 'Unknown number' as the cell rang.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Computer" The rough voice said before hanging up.
I sighed and looked at my computer screen. It said - 'message received'.
I opened the message and read it. It was a new mission. To assassinate an assassin. Something new always caught my eye. This was the fifth assassin i had been ordered to kill. The other four had been successfully dealt with. Two females and two males. With this job it would be three females and two males. I gazed at the picture for a while. It was a pity to end such a beautiful life, but a job was a job. She was in England. I yawned, i had wanted to go to England recently. The state asylum had got a new patient, another psychopath. I opened my refrigerator and looked at the blood bottles. Yes, i was running out of female bottles. I had to take the job. They were paying a lot for her too. She was surely a top priority assassin, someone with five to seven years of experience.
I picked up my phone and dialed a number.
"I'd like to book a flight ticket to England today" I said into the phone.
*okay?*
-- Who is not Insane one man ask, the answer being a fool. Are you Insane the same man asks, - "Oh yes!. The Mad Hatter being saner!"
**Hm, Firestalker, do you mind if my character tries to kill yours? ^_^ If so, then I'll change. (: **
Rayna
She was on her third drink when her cell phone vibrated in her pocket.
"I have you're money now. I demand to meet with you as well. Don't worry. I'm not far," she whispered aloud.
"Could he be anymore stupid?" She grumbled, getting up and paying her tab. He wasn't far. That obviously meant that he would be in the alley by the pub.
Someone grabbed her mouth and pulled her arm behind her back. It was sloppy and Rayna could have easily wormed her way out of it, but she didn't see the point. It wasn't as if he killed her, her life would be any worse.
"Look, here's your money," he growled, shoving it all in her front pocket. She shrugged when she realized it all fit easily. She never charged much, simply because she didn't value her life much. Which was what made her such a 'popular' assasin.
"And?" She asked, elbowing him and turning to face him.
"Ow," he whined, backing away. Rayna laughed. What a pansy.
"Look, I came to give you a new assignment for someone," he stated.
"From who?" Rayna asked, intrigued.
"No one," he replied, angrily. "Why do you think he sent me."
Rayna shrugged, though her curiousity was far from quenched. "Okay, who?"
"He goes by the name of Zire," the man said in his nasily voice, handing her a portfolio of information. "This is all you need to know."
Rayna nodded and looked at the picture. As far as looks went, he was pretty atractive, though, their was something familar about him. He had that same look her brother did. Rayna bit her lip. This might be a mission she would fail. What if she couldn't kill him in the end because of the resemblance she just noted?
"I don't want this case," Rayna stated. The man smiled.
"He said you would say that. So he's offering a better reward. Mostly because this guy is an assasin as well," the man mused. "Well, I think."
"I don't care," Rayna said, walking away.
"It's your brother. He's alive," the man said, quickly. Rayna stopped.
"My brother is alive? And he knows my employer?" Rayna squeaked. The man nodded.
"Will you take it now? To save your brother?" He asked, excited.
Rayna look down at the picture again. He still had that same resemblance, but she would kill him quickly to save her brother. "Yes," she said simply.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
I sat up in and swiveled in the hair to look at my brother, as geeky as ever. There was a headset hanging at an odd angle on his head and his glasses falling down the bridge of his nose. He pushed them back with a grunt then gave me a look, "You want it?"
"What's the target?"
"An assassin. Very high priority, and very profitable."
"Why do I care?"
"Because after this job, you wouldn't have to work ever again!"
"Find a better reason and I'll do it."
I turned back to my desk and started taking apart the pistol again. The action still felt a little weird.
*who am I going after?*
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
is it too late?? if it is you can ignore lil ol me!**
Name: May Sparks Age: 17
Gender: Female
Nationality: american
Years of experience: A small three years
People you've killed: Alot of important people.. she likes "accidents"
Addictions: Things that go boom and she recently got over her addiction to cigarettes
Your "normal" job: She works in a book shop in Trenton New Jersey
Method of choice: Making things look like accidents
Appearance: Beutiful and doll like, she has dark reddish brown hair and bright sea green eyes. Her skin is porcelain and her face is scatted with a few freckles.
Who do you live with? No one, she lives in her apartment she payed for herself.
Thinking of quitting? Hell no.
What country do you live in? United States
How much do you charge? Alot, she does high end jobs like prime ministers and is accountable fro a few higher ups missing.
Anything else you want to add: Up for love? She also kind of is a "robin hood" of sorts.
May~~~~
I smiled at my cell phone, a new mission. I hadn't had a good one in a while and right now life was just plain boring. It was plain Trenton New Jersey and my latest kill was a mob boss, how dull. It wasn't like I was evil or something, or even twisted (well maybe a bit). A few years back I met my kill, he was in France and we were at the same gala of sorts, after the same type of people.
"Hi Zire, we will be the greatest of friends again.." I whispered looking his name up on the internet, then to the airplane booking site.
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The airport was full, and my body was slammed by obease tourists and buisness people. I glided through however still, finding a way of tieng a certain shelby's hoodie to a buisness person's bag, creating a dragging effect of sorts.
"Heh," My lips cracked a smile as I searched for my victim.
His plane arrived ten minutes after mine.
The one who smiles the most has something to hide.
..i'm lonely...message me..some how add me on your social networking site (unless you are some creepy weirdo who stalks girls for their organ harvesting company..i personally like them inside of me thankyou )
holy crap! im sorry! i'll go change that around ... who isn't being chased at the moment??
The one who smiles the most has something to hide.
..i'm lonely...message me..some how add me on your social networking site (unless you are some creepy weirdo who stalks girls for their organ harvesting company..i personally like them inside of me thankyou )
umm... london? I have no idea. you can do whatever you think feels right.
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
*Sigh, I miss the old YWS. Or at least the dedication the p;d YWS users had in their storybooks. Come on guys, don't let this die even before it started.*
When the plane landed on the runway the first thing that came into mind my was the address of the victim i was hunting. Sophia's address. It was close to the airport, close enough to visit immediately.
..........
I stepped out of the taxi and gave the driver his money. The instant my eyes met the house where Sophia was supposed to live in i knew that it was just a temporary shelter for her. It was a common trick used by many assassins. I decided to stalk the house. I knew that there was a chance that Sophia would have already left the house, but none the less i decided to watch and wait for a while. Time would decide what i would do next. If she did not appear in a few hours i would check her house and use any information i could get to find her.
*Yes, i know its small, but I'm a little busy right now*
-- Who is not Insane one man ask, the answer being a fool. Are you Insane the same man asks, - "Oh yes!. The Mad Hatter being saner!"
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