Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Memoirs of a Killer ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )
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By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.20.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 265 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.20.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 265 | Status: Completed
Constance hand played in her long black hair. She leaned against the copy room's shelf and hummed a small tone while fixing her pen shirt and playing with her intern name tag. She had been waiting for what seemed like forever to her but no more than five minutes when the door knob began to turn. Smiling, Constance sat up straight and pulled her shirt up a bit.
Her target walked in with a huge smile on his face and he shut the door behind him. Constance had been under cover for only three days and she had already attracted the boss man's attention. Mr. Green was the sleazy type and was use to getting what he wanted, so when he saw Constance, he knew she had to be his. Constance left a note on his desk asking him to meet her in the copy room for a "little fun."
Constance smile sweetly as Mr. Green walked over to her. She pushed him roughly against the shelf and giggled as he looked at her with shock. He smiled again as she began to hum once more.
"A pleasure working for you, Mr. Green," she whispered in his ear.
Her lips brushed his cheek as her hands went to the side of his face. Before he could realize her intentions, Constance jerked and broke his neck. She stepped back and giggled again as his body hit the floor.
"Naughty boy. I'm only sixteen!" she sang.
Jack hated this weather. One would think that he would be accustomed to the rain after living in London for all his life, but somehow this rain was different. Perhaps it was simply due to being in a new city. Either that or it was due to the sensitivity his body went through when he was preparing for a kill. Either way, he didn't like it. He'd been perched on this roof top for an hour. The boss was suppose to be having a meeting on the twenty second story. He had the perfect vantage spot for it, but no one had gathered yet.
Something must've happened. He had a bug planted in the office, but he hadn't really over heard anything drastic. It was just then that he managed to pick up some chatter.
"Evidently the boss is with the new girl," someone said. "The meetings being put off till tomorrow."
There was laughing, and Jack couldn't help but to feel disgusted. That was two hours wasted for nothing! Setting his sniper rifle down he began to disassemble it, putting its individual pieces into his briefcase. Muttering a soft sigh he descended from the building rooftop and started toward the office. If the boss was with a girl, he'd just off them both and get it over with. He wasn't going to waste another day scoping out the building.
Once he was out of the rain, he pulled out a hat from his suitcase and placed it low on his head as to cover his eyes. This was his first American gig, he didn't want to be spotted by some security camera and have this opportunity wasted. They were paying big bucks for him.
Smiling to the receptionist, he leaned against the desk and began flirting with her. Pretending to be someone who had interest in what the boss was doing, she soon gave up the info that he was in the copy room. Excellent. Keeping his personal handgun tucked within the folds of his coat he pushed open the door to see the girl on top of the boss. Evidently the boss was indeed getting busy.
Clearing his throat, he just shook his head as he pulled out his gun. Making certain that the silencer was on he nodded to the boss who was in a frozen state of shock. Pity, it almost looked like he was already dead.
Constance smiled to herself. Company. Perfect! Two kills for the price of one. Moving faster than anyone in her business, she pulled out a hand gun from under her skirt and grabbed the person at the door. She tripped him then landed on his lap placing her gun to his forehead and holding his gun in her other hand. Her smile faded as she turned her head to the side.
"Oh!" she said and smiled again. "It's you!" She reached into her top and pulled out a picture from her bra. She moved the picture beside his head. "You look nothing like your picture, new guy." She put the picture back where she had it and stood. She gave him his gun back. "But, you are a little slow. I won't tell them you were late." She winked at him.
Jack barely had time to think before he landed on his back and had a gun thrust against his head. What the hell was going on? Looking over at the boss, he realized that his target had already been terminated...by this girl? Impossible! Now that she was straddling him with a gun, he was finding this all rather confusing. Just as quickly as it happened she got off of him and handed him gun back.
Once he had it back, he kept it trained on her. "What the hell is going on? Who are you?" He wasn't going to take any chances. This girl had disarmed him and dropped him flat on his ass in a second. That had never happened before, and he didn't intend for it to ever happen again.
Constance sighed. Flipping her hand back and moving fast, she pulled at his gun and watched the bullets fall to the floor. She pulled out her watch. "You were told to kill Mr. Green at 5:00 pm on Friday. It is 5:02. You are late. Late is not good. But I will let it slide." She picked up his bullets and put them in her pocket. "We should leave now." She pulled at her black hair and the wig fell from her head. Shaking her head, silver curls bounced around.
Grabbing her back pack, she put the wig in it and pulled out a new outfit. She changed quickly and didn't flinch as the new guy watched. After taking out her color contacts she looked over at him and pulled at his arm. Easing out of the copy room she held his hand tight in hers as they walked down the hall. She looked like his little sister. No one knew she was once the intern.
The limo pulled up at the front of the building and she hopped in, pushing the new guy in as she did so. She closed the door and the limo started off.
"No messy clean up! Didn't even have to shoot him, Carl!" she said to the driver with a light laugh.
The driver only nodded.
Jack groaned and covered his face as she began changing in front of him. Didn't she care that he was just standing there. He was actually blushing as she turned back, grabbed him hand and then forced him into a limo. Once inside he stared at her, glaring at her from across the seat. "So I take it you work for Epsilon," he muttered, shaking his head at the drastic change in her appearance. She looked so young now. "What's your name?" By that he meant her codename. Every assassin had one. He could care less what her real name was. "And why didn't they inform me that I was to have assistance on this mission?"
None of this was adding up, and he didn't like it. Not one bit.
Constance turned to him. "I'm the Muse," she stated simply. She pulled out her phone and text to head quarters "Job done. Have new guy. He's cute!" She turned back to him. "You were being tested. Though, I don't know why they would test you against me. No one has ever beat me to a kill." She looked at the driver. "Head for home. They want to see him."
She was the Muse?! That was...impossible.... The Muse was ranked even above him on the wanted list. If she really was... There was just no way a girl like her could be the Muse. Her confirmed kills was nearly triple was his was. Shaking his head he remained quiet as they drove to wherever his destination was. He had been living out of a motel since he arrived here a week ago. This was the first real contact Epsilon had made with him. If they were in fact from Epsilon.
As they drove, he realized they were moving into the city. The buildings got taller and the streets got nicer. Pulling up to a rather large building, the driver got out and opened up their door. Stepping out, Jack followed the girl into the belly of the proverbial beast. Going to an elevator, she hit a few select levels and suddenly they began descending. She was humming the entire way down, and it was starting to annoy him.
Just when he was about to say something, the doors behind them opened. Turning his back he was greeted with a dark chamber. There were several people inside, but he couldn't see any of them.
"So, you found him, Muse. Tell us, what do you think of him?" A male asked from the shadows.
Constance threw her bag on the floor at her feet and walked to the man. Someone came over and picked up her bag. She yawned and shrugged. "He's cute, but slow." She then smiled and hoped on a table. She sat on the edge. "I like him. Can I keep him?"
The voices conversed in whispers, and Jack couldn't help but feel like a kid in high school before the principal. Not that he actually knew what that was, he was just guessing. There was a pause, and this time a woman spoke to him.
"Your codename is the Phantom, correct?"
"Yes ma'am," Jack replied.
"What a shame. I was hoping you'd have an English accent," she sighed.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Well ma'am, if you wish for an accent, I can willingly oblige. However, seeing as how you so graciously brought me to America I figured your money would be well spent if I didn't draw attention to myself."
"Wise decision," another voice said. Once again it was a male.
This time, the first voice spoke. "You're a killer for hire with no true allegiance. Is that correct?"
"Yes. I work for the money not for the cause," Jack told him. They knew his record. There was no point in lying. "Killing is killing, no matter what your reason for it."
Though he told the truth, he could feel the atmosphere in the room change. "That's understandable, but alas we need someone who is solely dedicated to our cause. Constance, if you'd be so kind," the man said waving toward Jack who already realized that something was up.
Constance sighed. "Well, this sucks. Can I at least play with him a little first?" she asked.
There was a groan, and again she sighed. "Fine! Be that way!" she said and jumped off the table.
Without warning, Constance swung around and kicked Jack in the face. He landed out the ground unconscious. She moved down to him and patted his cheek.
"I bet that hurt."
The shadows moved from their seats and started to leave as men in white coats came out. "Do what you have to. When your done have the others create a new I.D. and records for him. While he is in our service he will be staying with Constance and going to school with her so that she may keep an eye on him."
"Yes sir!" the white coats said as they pushed a needle into Jack's arm before loading him onto a gurney and taking him away.
"Constance. It appears that for the time being you shall have a roommate," the leader told her, and with that he disappeared.
Constance hoping up and down and clapped her hands. "Oh my God! We are going to have so much fun!" She ran to the door and back into the elevator.
Her target walked in with a huge smile on his face and he shut the door behind him. Constance had been under cover for only three days and she had already attracted the boss man's attention. Mr. Green was the sleazy type and was use to getting what he wanted, so when he saw Constance, he knew she had to be his. Constance left a note on his desk asking him to meet her in the copy room for a "little fun."
Constance smile sweetly as Mr. Green walked over to her. She pushed him roughly against the shelf and giggled as he looked at her with shock. He smiled again as she began to hum once more.
"A pleasure working for you, Mr. Green," she whispered in his ear.
Her lips brushed his cheek as her hands went to the side of his face. Before he could realize her intentions, Constance jerked and broke his neck. She stepped back and giggled again as his body hit the floor.
"Naughty boy. I'm only sixteen!" she sang.
Jack hated this weather. One would think that he would be accustomed to the rain after living in London for all his life, but somehow this rain was different. Perhaps it was simply due to being in a new city. Either that or it was due to the sensitivity his body went through when he was preparing for a kill. Either way, he didn't like it. He'd been perched on this roof top for an hour. The boss was suppose to be having a meeting on the twenty second story. He had the perfect vantage spot for it, but no one had gathered yet.
Something must've happened. He had a bug planted in the office, but he hadn't really over heard anything drastic. It was just then that he managed to pick up some chatter.
"Evidently the boss is with the new girl," someone said. "The meetings being put off till tomorrow."
There was laughing, and Jack couldn't help but to feel disgusted. That was two hours wasted for nothing! Setting his sniper rifle down he began to disassemble it, putting its individual pieces into his briefcase. Muttering a soft sigh he descended from the building rooftop and started toward the office. If the boss was with a girl, he'd just off them both and get it over with. He wasn't going to waste another day scoping out the building.
Once he was out of the rain, he pulled out a hat from his suitcase and placed it low on his head as to cover his eyes. This was his first American gig, he didn't want to be spotted by some security camera and have this opportunity wasted. They were paying big bucks for him.
Smiling to the receptionist, he leaned against the desk and began flirting with her. Pretending to be someone who had interest in what the boss was doing, she soon gave up the info that he was in the copy room. Excellent. Keeping his personal handgun tucked within the folds of his coat he pushed open the door to see the girl on top of the boss. Evidently the boss was indeed getting busy.
Clearing his throat, he just shook his head as he pulled out his gun. Making certain that the silencer was on he nodded to the boss who was in a frozen state of shock. Pity, it almost looked like he was already dead.
Constance smiled to herself. Company. Perfect! Two kills for the price of one. Moving faster than anyone in her business, she pulled out a hand gun from under her skirt and grabbed the person at the door. She tripped him then landed on his lap placing her gun to his forehead and holding his gun in her other hand. Her smile faded as she turned her head to the side.
"Oh!" she said and smiled again. "It's you!" She reached into her top and pulled out a picture from her bra. She moved the picture beside his head. "You look nothing like your picture, new guy." She put the picture back where she had it and stood. She gave him his gun back. "But, you are a little slow. I won't tell them you were late." She winked at him.
Jack barely had time to think before he landed on his back and had a gun thrust against his head. What the hell was going on? Looking over at the boss, he realized that his target had already been terminated...by this girl? Impossible! Now that she was straddling him with a gun, he was finding this all rather confusing. Just as quickly as it happened she got off of him and handed him gun back.
Once he had it back, he kept it trained on her. "What the hell is going on? Who are you?" He wasn't going to take any chances. This girl had disarmed him and dropped him flat on his ass in a second. That had never happened before, and he didn't intend for it to ever happen again.
Constance sighed. Flipping her hand back and moving fast, she pulled at his gun and watched the bullets fall to the floor. She pulled out her watch. "You were told to kill Mr. Green at 5:00 pm on Friday. It is 5:02. You are late. Late is not good. But I will let it slide." She picked up his bullets and put them in her pocket. "We should leave now." She pulled at her black hair and the wig fell from her head. Shaking her head, silver curls bounced around.
Grabbing her back pack, she put the wig in it and pulled out a new outfit. She changed quickly and didn't flinch as the new guy watched. After taking out her color contacts she looked over at him and pulled at his arm. Easing out of the copy room she held his hand tight in hers as they walked down the hall. She looked like his little sister. No one knew she was once the intern.
The limo pulled up at the front of the building and she hopped in, pushing the new guy in as she did so. She closed the door and the limo started off.
"No messy clean up! Didn't even have to shoot him, Carl!" she said to the driver with a light laugh.
The driver only nodded.
Jack groaned and covered his face as she began changing in front of him. Didn't she care that he was just standing there. He was actually blushing as she turned back, grabbed him hand and then forced him into a limo. Once inside he stared at her, glaring at her from across the seat. "So I take it you work for Epsilon," he muttered, shaking his head at the drastic change in her appearance. She looked so young now. "What's your name?" By that he meant her codename. Every assassin had one. He could care less what her real name was. "And why didn't they inform me that I was to have assistance on this mission?"
None of this was adding up, and he didn't like it. Not one bit.
Constance turned to him. "I'm the Muse," she stated simply. She pulled out her phone and text to head quarters "Job done. Have new guy. He's cute!" She turned back to him. "You were being tested. Though, I don't know why they would test you against me. No one has ever beat me to a kill." She looked at the driver. "Head for home. They want to see him."
She was the Muse?! That was...impossible.... The Muse was ranked even above him on the wanted list. If she really was... There was just no way a girl like her could be the Muse. Her confirmed kills was nearly triple was his was. Shaking his head he remained quiet as they drove to wherever his destination was. He had been living out of a motel since he arrived here a week ago. This was the first real contact Epsilon had made with him. If they were in fact from Epsilon.
As they drove, he realized they were moving into the city. The buildings got taller and the streets got nicer. Pulling up to a rather large building, the driver got out and opened up their door. Stepping out, Jack followed the girl into the belly of the proverbial beast. Going to an elevator, she hit a few select levels and suddenly they began descending. She was humming the entire way down, and it was starting to annoy him.
Just when he was about to say something, the doors behind them opened. Turning his back he was greeted with a dark chamber. There were several people inside, but he couldn't see any of them.
"So, you found him, Muse. Tell us, what do you think of him?" A male asked from the shadows.
Constance threw her bag on the floor at her feet and walked to the man. Someone came over and picked up her bag. She yawned and shrugged. "He's cute, but slow." She then smiled and hoped on a table. She sat on the edge. "I like him. Can I keep him?"
The voices conversed in whispers, and Jack couldn't help but feel like a kid in high school before the principal. Not that he actually knew what that was, he was just guessing. There was a pause, and this time a woman spoke to him.
"Your codename is the Phantom, correct?"
"Yes ma'am," Jack replied.
"What a shame. I was hoping you'd have an English accent," she sighed.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Well ma'am, if you wish for an accent, I can willingly oblige. However, seeing as how you so graciously brought me to America I figured your money would be well spent if I didn't draw attention to myself."
"Wise decision," another voice said. Once again it was a male.
This time, the first voice spoke. "You're a killer for hire with no true allegiance. Is that correct?"
"Yes. I work for the money not for the cause," Jack told him. They knew his record. There was no point in lying. "Killing is killing, no matter what your reason for it."
Though he told the truth, he could feel the atmosphere in the room change. "That's understandable, but alas we need someone who is solely dedicated to our cause. Constance, if you'd be so kind," the man said waving toward Jack who already realized that something was up.
Constance sighed. "Well, this sucks. Can I at least play with him a little first?" she asked.
There was a groan, and again she sighed. "Fine! Be that way!" she said and jumped off the table.
Without warning, Constance swung around and kicked Jack in the face. He landed out the ground unconscious. She moved down to him and patted his cheek.
"I bet that hurt."
The shadows moved from their seats and started to leave as men in white coats came out. "Do what you have to. When your done have the others create a new I.D. and records for him. While he is in our service he will be staying with Constance and going to school with her so that she may keep an eye on him."
"Yes sir!" the white coats said as they pushed a needle into Jack's arm before loading him onto a gurney and taking him away.
"Constance. It appears that for the time being you shall have a roommate," the leader told her, and with that he disappeared.
Constance hoping up and down and clapped her hands. "Oh my God! We are going to have so much fun!" She ran to the door and back into the elevator.