I tried to shake it off, many people started younger than me but…I let out a sigh and continued my look. I pulled out a knife sharpener. I took the emerald encrusted knife I had been gifted after I was pronounced the best assassin of my age in the company. My finger followed the black handle, runned along the beautiful stones that were almost the same shade as my eyes. My finger continued, down the blade that had grown dull after lots of use. I looked down at it, thinking about the amount of lives I had taken with it. I shook my head, hard.

No. No guilt. You are ruthless. This is your job, do it. You can’t feel bad about the people you killed. You need to stop. No emotions. Don’t let them find your weaknesses. They will use them against you. They always do. 

That voice again. I had to listen to it. That voice kept me alive. No emotions. I took the knife sharpener and started to sharpen the beautiful knife. The sound of metal scraping metal filled the room, as the other assassins took my lead and started to sharpen their weapons as well. 

I let my mind wander back to the kill I had made earlier. I had gotten it done, which was good. I had thrown my blood coated gloves off into the ocean as we flew over it before. After the knife was sharp enough to slide through skin, I stared at it with satisfaction. I set the sharpener back into the bag and sheathed the knife back to my side.

 I had a few hours before the helicopter landed and I was going to make the most of it. I slid the bag under the bench once again. As I did so one of the many straps on the bag got caught in something so I reached down and found a knife stabbed into the underside of the bench. I reached down and yanked it out, pulling the knife out and up into the light so I could examine it. 

It was made of pure iron, as black as the night. As I turned it over, looking for any way of knowing who the blade belonged to I spotted a name, engraved into the crease between the handle and the blade, just on the lip of the handle. I shifted the knife around in my hand, trying to get a clear view of the tiny name. It was written in white, but in a spot where no one would have looked for it. Whoever had engraved it there, definitely didn’t want anyone to realize it was there. A ray of sunlight drafted into the window behind me, emulating the name. As I realized what it said, I was suddenly confused. 

It wasn't a number, so no one in the organization's lot of workers. The name didn’t ring a bell, but it was on the tip of my tongue, just out of reach. I repeated the name over and over and over again in my head, searching for an answer. 

Arrow, Arrow, Arrow, Arrow. My thoughts continued to spiral, scraping the corners of my brain, trying to find out who this was. I let out a small gasp before I could stifle it. 

It’s him. It’s 207. I breathed. It’s 207’s nickname. My gaze looked up to where 207 had been sitting but he was gone. Back when we were all just training we had fake names for each other. We never had real names, not that we could remember anyway. We had been forbidden to use those names now though. When our mentors found out, they were so mad. It had even gone all the way up the ranks, to the head of the organization. 

I was only 12 at the time, so I was spared, but many didn’t get out unpunished. Some didn’t get out alive. I let out a soft sigh and pulled the bag out, its weight made it clunk onto the bench. I shifted through it, looking for a knife sheath that would fit the knife in my hand. When I found nothing I stood up, walking towards the back of the helicopter. The interior made it look more like it should be carrying cargo, not people. 

That's how we always got around without getting caught when we had to fly across country lines. The helicopter contained the pilots’ quarters, we were forbidden to journey in there, an armory on the back wall and benches with bags similar to the one I had under them. I had grown used to the sudden lurches and drops of the helicopter, I had been riding in them for a long, long time. 

Once I got back to the lines of guns and knives, I knelt down and began to unlatch a box from a compartment and pull it out. I started digging through the box full of knife sheaths, comparing the knife I’d found to each one, trying to find the perfect match. 

It was hard to do, considering the fact that the knife seemed to have been made by hand instead of factory made. When I had gone through nearly every sheath in the box, I finally found one that seemed to fit and took it out. I pushed the box back into the shelf and hooked the strap back over the front of it, then took my place back on the bench. I slid the knife into the sheath and attached it to my belt of weapons which currently contained my emerald knife, a small pistol, a container of ammo, a small saw, and a small package of different kinds of poisons. I tied the sheath right next to my current knife. 

I’ll hold onto that for him. Maybe, I’ll even give it back if he stops being such a pain.

I laid back on the uncomfortable bench. I only had about thirty minutes before we’d land at my next target and I wanted to make the most of it. I closed my eyes but made sure to stay awake, I wasn't going to risk falling asleep and missing my stop. I felt every curve and splinter that was in the bench, they were definitely not meant to be comfortable. 

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The time seemed to move very slowly, and by the time I sat back up, my back ached but I felt better. I walked near the pilots quarters and one of them called,

“Here?” and I just nodded. 

He nodded back to me and I walked towards the belly of the helicopter. The helicopter slowed down and the agent handed me a backpack and then opened the door, throwing the ladder down. It swung in the wind for a moment as I adjusted the straps of the backpack and pulled it over my shoulders. I strapped the strap that went over my chest. Just a little extra security to make sure it stayed on as I descended down the ladder. Once my feet touched the ground, the agent pulled the ladder up and the helicopter was gone. 

I took a second to look around at my surroundings, I needed to learn where I was before I did anything else. I was in some city, hopefully where I was supposed to be, Albuquerque. I quickly walked a bit, trying to get an idea of what I was dealing with. The first thing that caught my attention was a sign. It read,

“Phoenix, Arizona, 419 miles.” So, just guessing, I was most likely in Albuquerque, New Mexico. 

Well I guess it's time to see what I was given for this mission. I walked for around fifteen minutes and found myself in a park with a bench. I sat down on the bench and before I took the backpack off my back I scanned the area, making sure I was alone. I didn’t feel like someone stumbling upon what I had planned. After I was completely sure that no one was near me, I pulled the backpack off and examined its contents. 

There was a key to a safe house, which is great because this was going to take a few days and I didn’t feel like sleeping on the streets again. There was a phone, some cash , some extra clothes and other essentials. 

Okay. I’m going to go to the safe house first and then I’ll see if I can find him tonight. I stood up and walked in the direction of the address that was on the key. As I walked, I spotted something I didn't expect to. It was Rhysand, my target. 

Well. It seems the world is making my life easier. I smiled and watched as he walked out of his car and into a store across the street. 

I discreetly grabbed a tracker from my pocket and as I walked past his car I purposely dropped the tracker under it, as well as my phone. I then knelt down and swiftly stuck the tracker to the bottom of his car while picking up my phone. To a passerby I’d look as if I’d simply dropped my phone. I stood back up straight and continued walking. Now I’d be able to know where he was at all times, which would make this job a whole lot easier in a big city. The sun was starting to set, so I picked up the pace slightly and continued to head to the safehouse. 

The walk was beautiful. While the desert was gorgeous, I would never live here willingly. Way too hot for my taste. The mountains that lined one side of the city were shining all different colors as the sun slowly set. Even though the sun was almost down it was still around 75 degrees fahrenheit, which I did not appreciate. 

My pace quickened as I approached the house. I really just wanted to sit in an airconditioned room and take a nap . I walked up the path to the house, it was like all other city houses, but this one was a soft red in color, where the other ones that were around it were mostly dirty greens and vibrant blues. 

I took the key and unlocked the front door. I stepped into the dark house and closed the door behind me. Before my finger could reach the lightswitch, a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me into the house, and into the inky darkness. 

Writen by- that unkown writer

Published by powerful like a girl