Chapter 3

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A/n: I had a lot fun writing this chapter. Please comment and tell me what you think about them. Are they good, interesting or boring.  Positive criticism is welcomed. 



Honey's Pov

I have been disturbing my sister the whole week. Begging and pleading for her to let me come with them but she won't bulge. So I went to plan B, trying to seduce the boys in her squad to let me join them but apparently they were more afraid of my sister than they were turned on by me, so now I stumped on what to do and currently pouting in my room. I am not giving up though, I am going on that mission whether they like it or not. I want to feel the thrill and rush of it. I want to know what it's like to be in a danger zone but daddy dearest is too busy being scared of what would happen if I went.

I know it's dangerous and stuff and the possibility of me getting killed is high as fuck but I have been training my ass off since I learnt about our other family business and even before that, I have been trained in all sorts of martial arts. If my sister won't let me come, I will have to get into that by myself one way or another. The mission is on Saturday which is tomorrow, so I only have today to convince her to let me join. We were currently in school but my mind is not here at all. It is too busy plotting how to get on that mission bus. I have to get in. I don't know why but I am really, really curious and being that curious only agitates me.

School went by fast. I talked to some acquaintances and join my sister and brother on the popular jock table with the rest of their friends. They talked while my mind wondered places and I kept giving discrete pleading glances towards my sister, which she ignored and pretended that she did not see. I rolled my eyes at her and slumped back on chair, folding my hands on my chest and pouting like a baby. The rest of the day didn't interest me much, the classes where boring and the people were simply objects moving around to me. The only people I love and consider as human beings are my family which includes the whole assassin squad that was trained by my father. Beside I already know most of the syllabus they were teaching in this damn school.

After school was over, I cheered up as I skipped down the hall to meet my siblings. They were probably at practice and I usually waited for them to finish while I sketch on my drawing book. I approached the field and immediately went to seat on one of the benches. I pulled out my sketch book and started sketching the images that I see in front of me. I loved drawing; it keeps me calm and increases my imaginative senses. It also helps to see a plan or a pattern. Like when attempting an assassination, we have to first scout the person and basically stalk them for some time and then draw out a plan. I do that a lot for my siblings but that's basically the only thing I am allowed to do concerning anything relating to that part of the business and that was because, I begged and pleaded for my father to let me draw out a plan for them.

I was so absorbed in my drawing that I didn't notice practice was over until Chris called my name and told me it was time to go. I looked up and smiled at him before packing my drawing tools and following him. His hair was wet and I assumed that was because he showered. How I didn't notice that practice was over and that they have already showered and redressed was beyond me. Chris played soccer while May was the leader of the cheerleading team and also a tennis player. They liked their games and I liked my books, drawing and dancing. I followed Chris to the car where May was waiting impatiently. I rolled my eyes at her as I entered the car.

"Fucking finally, I thought I was going to be here forever" She snarled while glaring at me.

"I didn't even notice that you guys have finished practice" I mumbled and kicked her seat lightly.

"That's another reason why you can't be assassin. You get distracted by other things" She growled lowkey telling me to stop disturbing her about the whole assassin thing. Yeah, like that would happen.

"Come on sis, at least give him a break at that one. Beside we all know that the reason why he can't become an assassin is because he would run and hide off somewhere because he is scared of breaking his nails" Chris said and started laughing like it was the biggest joke in the world.

Joke is on him though, because I will be going on this one mission if it is the last thing I do and I am totally going to be baddass in it. Even my scary twin sister will never stop me from going. I wonder if she has told our parents though. I thought she would go and snitch to them that their little princess is trying to run off and become some baddass killing assassin. I mean my parents know about my interest in the assassin business, they just don't know about my obsession with it. Anyway, that's beside the point, the point is that I will do everything I can to get in that bus. I kept quiet the whole way home while my sister casted worried glances towards me. Out of all our family members, she knows me the best and she knows damn well that I am not giving up.

When we reached up, I jumped out of the car and ran straight into my room. I dropped my bag carelessly on the floor and ran into the walk in closet. I have even picked out my clothes for tomorrow. All black of course. It will disrespectful for me to wear any other colour seeing as I am going to someone's funeral. I will have to pay my respect to them after murdering them. I am so damn excited about this that I am not even hungry. Luckily for me, I am spoilt, so I have a refrigerator, a plasma Tv and an x-box console in my room. Yeah I am a lucky bitch. Anyway, I have locked myself in my room as I plot my plan for tomorrow. How am I going to sneak into the bus without May and the others knowing? That was the biggest pet peeve I have now. The door opened and I immediately scrambled to put my drawing plan back. I looked up and I saw May standing beside the door with a hands folded on her chest while rolling her eyes.

"Don't pretend, I know what you are doing" She said dismissively causing me to narrow my eyes at her. How does she know what I was doing? Does she have an all seeing power?

"I am your twin sister and I know you damn better than enough in this house does" She replied. Oh know she is telepathic too. Great.

"What do want oh great twin sister of mine" I asked sarcastically. She scrunched up her nose and scowled before closing the door and walking up to me. She slapped my head as she neared me before plunging down on my bed.

"I came to talk your stubborn ass out of going on that mission tomorrow. The guy is dangerous and we don't have enough information on him" She stated and I shrugged. It wasn't my problem and I am still going.

"I am still going" I said.

"I figured but stay close to us, understood" She said in a defeated tone. I grinned at her response. Oh yeah, I am going on that mission.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you" I rejoiced hugging the life out of her which she did not respond to but instead pushed me away from her, effectively causing me to land on the floor with my butt. I huffed at her and pouted. She rolled her eyes but helped me from the floor.

"So, what made you change your mind anyway" I asked curiously. What! My sister is stubborn as hell and it would have taken a great deal of thinking for her to decide to put up with me.

"I figured that if I foiled your little plan of sneaking into the bus and not letting you go on this mission, that you will conjure up a totally new and even more dangerous plan to go on another mission which will be even more disastrous and dangerous than this one" She stated and I nodded taking in her every word. Damn she knew me well.

"Beside you have wanted to go missions since you have discovered about it and you have trained you ass off so that dad could acknowledge you. I also know how excited you get about this shits, so I guess I want to give you a chance, to try it out and see and maybe when you realise how fucking dangerous it is you will stop" She continued. I huffed at her last word. There is no way I would give up just because it was dangerous, danger is my middle name.

"I know what you are thinking Honey, but it is not that simply. You are taking people's life, good people's life. I really think you should reconsider it because once you take that gun and shoot it at someone; you are shattering the person's life and their families. It is not something that you can just wipe off. It is a stain that stays with you forever" She said but I just shrugged. I have heard it before. All of my family members tell me the same thing but if they hated it so much, why continue.

"I will just imagine them as moving objects and the problem will be solved" I answered her with a shrug. I don't see the big deal. People die all the time whether someone kills them or not. So I don't see what all the fuss is about when it comes to killing people. It's not like they are not going to die anyway. Everybody dies.

"So you wouldn't care if any of us dies?" She asked perplexed. Of course I would care. I would be sad, angry and emotionally distressed. Hell, I would even kill the person that killed them, that's if they were killed by people. I guess she saw the look on my face because she gave me the exactly 'look' before standing up and walking out of my room.

I couldn't sleep that night. I have been so excited about the mission but May's words kept replaying in my head. It doesn't help that every time I close my eyes, I see a person kneeling on the floor on the floor with a gunshot wound in their head. They would look up and whisper 'why' before collapsing in the floor. The image would change and the person I see next is myself, standing there, covered in blood. My smile was ugly and 1 relished in the screams of the people around who are mourning everyone I had killed. I would hear there screams and their cries. I was called a demon, the reaper, the god of death and I couldn't help but agree with them because the person I saw wasn't a human, he looked more like a demon.

Morning came fast and the dream would still not go away but I am not letting it stop me. If I pull out now, it will give May more of a reason to mock me. My parents were not home today. Jason and Trisha are at college and Chris is at a friend's house. So it was just my twin sister and I in the house today. I looked at the clock and it read 10.00am. That was later than the time I usually woke up at, yet I still feel tired. Honestly, I don't really feel like waking up today but I was scared of going back to sleep. I don't want to jump back into that dream again. My mood is already down, I don't want it crush it. So, dragging myself out of bed, I went straight to the shower and took a quick shower; shorter than I normally take. After brushing my teeth and drying myself, I came back out and picked out a simple shirt and joggers and went down, not even bothering to dry my hair.

"Looks like the princess have finally graced us with his presence" Roman, one of the assassins in my sister's squad a.k.a the sniper said as I came down the stairs. I scowled at him but otherwise ignored him. I was not in the mood for him right now.

"Are you alright" Avril asked as she cooked. She is my best friend to say the least and the mother hen of the group.

"Yeah, just tired" I said glancing at my sister who gave me a knowing look. That bitch, she did all that on purpose but if she thinks that I am going to pull out because of it, then she does not me as well as she may think.

"I thought you would be excited seeing as you are going on your first mission" Ryker, the shooter asked and I just shrugged. My sister had probably told them that she said yes to my pleas and conveniently it was when our parents are out. I won't be surprised if we are going behind their backs but I didn't dare to ask.

Morning came and went. We just sat there talking about the mission, eating junk food and watching movies. Then night came and we are now preparing for the mission and loading everything in the trunk. It all went too fast, one minute we were here and the other minute we were at the gate of a huge mansion, loading guns and preparing to move out but that's probably my newfound anxiety talking.

"Remember to stay close to us. I don't want the old man ripping my throat off for allowing anything to happen to his precious princess" My sister deadpanned and nodded, not finding it in me to make jokes about it.

I wanted this and now I am getting what I wanted, I reminded myself as we started moving out. This is it, let's do this!


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