Kill & Run ☠ Punk H.S

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Up above: Scarlett Jones played by Nina Dobrev

*came back to edit this and realized I've been writing prologues wrong this entire time. so this isn't a prologue. it's just a scene that happens later on in the book for you guys to see whether this book is worth reading ;) 

Happy Reading xx

~T

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A loud screech left my lips as Vlad tugged me harshly by my hair, dragging my body along the floor by it to a large metallic door. He kicked the door open and heaved my body inside, jerking my hair painfully as he did so. As soon as he let go, my hair fell over my face in a messy way, my scalp was stinging and there were hot tears running down my cheeks due to the pain.

The lights flickered on and my eyes slowly travelled upwards before they landed on the figure in front of me, I gasped in shock and horror at the sight. There was a teenager about the age of sixteen sitting on a chair; thick metallic chains bounded him from escaping. His sandy hair was caked with dry blood as my gaze moved down his form. His right eye was swollen to a point where it refused to open itself. Angry red blotches covered his entire face; his nose was bent in a weird angle and was coated with dried blood. His jaws were slack and covered in purple marks; I had also noticed that he was gagged with a dirty cloth.

"This here is Evan. He is a spy from one of the biggest mafias out there. Why is he spying on us? We don't know and annoyingly enough; neither does he. The point is, he broke one of our most sacred rules and that is the rule of trust," Vlad spoke loudly in his rough voice as he walked around the tied up boy.

Vlad pulled out a gun from where it was tucked in the waistband of his army pants; he loaded it as he spoke. I could already see where this was going, but I didn't understand what I had to do with all this. "Because of that, he's going to die." Vlad stopped in front of me, holding the butt of the gun out towards me with a grim expression on his face. Oh shit.

"No," I whispered, my eyes growing wide at what he was asking me to do. I couldn't kill him. I wasn't a killer. I didn't care about who the boy is or what he's done; I was not going to kill him.

"Yes Scarlett," Vlad responded calmly. Too calmly for my liking.

I shook my head vigorously, backing away now. I almost backed into Max who was standing right behind me. That's when I realized we weren't alone; Max was here along with Blaze, Jade, Seth, Damien. And Harry. My eyes met his jade ones briefly, the emotions in his eyes were difficult to decipher, before I could gaze any longer my eyes snapped back to Vlad when he knelt in front of me.

"You need to do this Scarlett," he said in a hard tone. "We are assassins, bounty hunters, mercenaries, we all do one thing in common and that is killing. We kill and then we run. That's how it works. Now kill the damn boy!" he snapped, holding the gun out for me one more time. Instead of saying anything, I spat in his face.

"I will never kill!" I screamed at him when he dove forward and gripped my arms tightly.

He was grasping my wrists so tightly I was sure there were already bruises forming, he pushed the gun into my hands grunting while I thrashed around like a wild animal. At some point my leg collided with his jaw, making him growl in frustration and irritation. A loud cry of pain escaped my lips when I felt the cool metal of the gun he was holding; collide hardly with my jaw. I whimpered in pain. My hand moved to cradle it gently, looking up at Vlad with fearful eyes as I did so.

"Shut the fuck up. You will kill him," he spoke firmly and angrily, forcefully wrapping my fingers around the gun. I tried to unwind my fingers but he clamped a large hand over my two small ones while his other hand gripped my elbow tightly, heaving me up as he stood up.

"No, no, no I can't...I can't," I cried weakly, my knees wobbling. I stood in front of the terrified boy who was now shouting; the cloth muffled his shouts. I heard Vlad speaking words of encouragement, that's what he called them. I regarded them as death threats.

My heart was pounding so loudly I'm positive everybody in this room could hear it. Sweat trickled down my forehead as my fingers curled around the trigger properly, relaxing my hands like Harry had told me to when we had practiced together for weeks. The gun lined up with the boy's forehead, my arms were shaking making it hard for me to keep them aiming at the head of the terrified teen.

Was I really going to do this? I asked myself. It wasn't like they were going to kill me if I didn't. They couldn't. The worst they could do was to beat me up until a point I wouldn't be able to walk or even breathe. That was definitely better than dying. Or maybe it wasn't.

My eyes met the teenager's pale blue ones, or should I say pale blue 'one' as his other eye was swollen shut. They were filled with different emotions; hate, pain, fear and strangely enough; disgust. I disgusted him? How hypocritical. I remember Harry telling me the spy the found in The Organization was the most ruthless kid he's ever met. But something in his eyes had caused me to snap all of a sudden.

The gun fell out of my hands, dropping to the floor with a loud clatter before I parted my lips to speak, "I can't do it."

I heard a loud curse of frustration before Vlad himself walked up from behind me, shoving me to the side before he picked up the gun and aimed for the boy's chest. 7 shots rang through the air before one lone shot followed after, my knees buckled and I dropped to the floor. Tears were spilling from my eyes again, now mixing in with the blood of the teenager's, which splattered onto me while Vlad took his life.

A foot plowed into my spine heavily, making me gasp loudly in pain surprise as I arched my back. I felt like whoever kicked me hit a nerve as I fell to the floor, sobs leaving my mouth. The foot collided with my body once again, this time striking my ribs. I howled in agony, curling up into a fetal position as whimpers left my lips.

"Pathetic," Vlad spat; towering over me looking as menacing as ever. "You'll never live up to your father's legacy," he hissed in disgust before he threw the gun onto the floor, it landed near my face making me flinch. Footsteps echoed across the room, the door being swung open as everybody left the room, everyone except the dead boy and I.

Suddenly I heard the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor, coming in my direction. Before I could even turn my head, strong arms wrapped themselves around my body and pulled me up against a solid chest. Harry.

He stared at me with his mesmerizing green eyes that were filled with...worry? How queer, Harry was never one to feel emotions, at all. My lips parted slightly when I felt the pads of his fingers brush over the bruise covering my jaw. His arms were wrapped around my body carefully as my hand clutched his dark t-shirt. "Scarlett," he whispered, his hand now cradling my jaw.

"Harry," I murmured, as a lone tear rolled down my cheek. He quickly brushed it off as he dropped his forehead to mine, his hot breath washed over my face as he sighed deeply. "This is the life of an assassin, you gotta get used to it. Otherwise it'll be like hell," he said, gazing at me intently.

"It already is hell," I breathed. "Why can't they just let me die? They'd be better off without me," I spoke weakly. I felt myself slowly drift away into unconsciousness as the pain overtook me. But before I could go completely out cold, I heard Harry say something that made my heart leap in my chest.

"I wouldn't be."

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Is this even good? Lmao.

Until we meet again...

~T