An Assassin's Worst Enemy

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A/N: This is basically a story where I Dontrell Brown (John/Shitty Smith) and my friend Amari Williams (Jenny/Jennifer) took parts typing our "point of view" out. And people who are just reading please move on to first chapter. If you really liked this part you'll like the next.

Stories by John Smith and Jennifer Black.

๑۩۞۩๑ Prologue, John Smith ๑۩۞۩๑

     The life of an assassin is not an easy choice. Especially when you have to worry about competition getting in the way. It all started five years ago, in a secret base where they recruited and trained potential assassins. An advantage was that I had the chance to meet the most beautiful woman in the world: Jennifer Black. Nonstop, all I could do was stare at her beautiful brown eyes between target practices, and I could not help but go soft for her. I wouldn't dare harm her delicate skin in a fighting simulation. Of course, I couldn't let our trainers or her know I'd fallen in love with her, or I'd be signing my own death warrant.

   Through all that rigorous training, I think she was the only person keeping me sane in that place. After about six months, we were split up and sent to different companies, for some odd reason. Now here we are five years later, trying to kill each other instead of trying to love each other.

    These past five years of targets had been mostly sadistic people which a person that cared would take care to notice. It was hellish, but in the end, I always prevailed. But now, there's that desire I've had for five years that I buried deep inside, now coming to lash out. This would be the desire that will ruin my career.

๑۩۞۩๑ Prologue, Jennifer Black ๑۩۞۩๑

    Damn this life.

    Every now and then, I have to deal with Shitty Smith (even though in my head I call him Sexy Smith). I try to get my targets with swiftness and grace, but Smith is always there to ruin everything. And he has to be cute too! Especially the way he smells. Every time I had the chance to be close to him, back in our training days, all I could do was admire the way he smells and the way he always let me win our training simulations.

   I'm starting to wonder something after five years: should I drop everything and ask him to elope with me to some far away island where our companies won't be able to track us down? Look what he's done to me. I sound like a fucking teenage girl. Damn him.

I have a pretty good feeling he feels the same way about me. But hey, no one said being an assassin would be easy. I guess one of us is going to have to die in order for our lives to be a little bit better than the pitiful shame they already are. And it's definitely going to be him...