Born Killer (Editing)

1. Painful Memories (edited)

-Zoey

I watched as the spinning dart landed in the center of the target. Right on the red circle.

Bulls-eye.

I smiled and turned around to a shocked Mr. Rex. His real name is Alexander Tsunitmi, but he likes to be called Rex.

"Impossible. You can't possibly hit the bulls-eye through that tiny keyhole!" He pointed to the door we had set up in the middle of the yard. By the golden door handle, was about an inch-wide keyhole. The darts we were throwing with were about two centimeters wide.

I nodded my head at him. "Yes, I did hit it through the tiny keyhole, sir." I gave him a big smile, to show him I wasn't lying.

"Ok... You know what? I want you to do that exact thing again, and no mistakes." He then turned and watched the key hole with intense concentration. I wanted to laugh, but that wouldn't of gone over well.

I picked up a blue sharp tipped dart, and examined it. Ever since I was little, I somehow developed certain skills. These certain skills included archery, knife throwing, hand-to-hand combat, anything to do with a gun, sprinting, and stealth. Meaning, I could technically master weapons in about a minute. This stuff takes years for even the experts of weapons, to learn how to use. Nope not me.

Without even aiming, I turned and threw the dart, straight through the keyhole, and right beside the others. I looked up to see Rex gaping at me, along with the rest of his class.

"So, am I in? Am I going to be a beginner in your class finally?" I wanted him to say yes so bad. But, of course, he said no.

REALLY? Sometimes I just hate people. He could clearly see that I was the best there.

I turned around to leave, and tell my mother that it was another no, when Rex called out to me.

"No Zoey, you won't start as a beginner, you'll start your own missions right off the bat. I've never seen someone posses that much skill. You aced every weapon test I gave you, for crying out loud!" I could hear the smile in his voice.

I turned around and squealed. "Really?! Oh thank you sir!" I ran and hugged him. When I pulled back he gave me a funny look. "Sorry, I'm just super excited!"

He laughed and shook his head. "You have every right to be excited. It's an honor to be welcomed into the TAMC. But I have a feeling you'll be getting a promotion on your first day." He winked at me and I felt all giddy inside.

Does he mean being a TASMC?! That's like the best position an assassin could get!

"Well then, shall we get going? You have a lot of work to do missy." I squealed and ran to my silver Jeep Wrangler. Once I was in I threw my jeep into reverse.

Wahoo! I can't believe I might make it into the TASMC program! That's like, for the best spy's and assassins!

I zoomed out of the parking lot and started my 2 hour trip back home.

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" Mom?" I called out.

My house was empty. 

I had already checked it about seven times. My mother, who was normally off work by now, was mysteriously missing. My father wouldn't get home 'till later because he worked for a spy company. Ya, I know. Spy blood runs through my veins, but I decided to be the black sheep in the family. I wanted to be an assassin instead of a spy. Ever since I was little, my father has hired secret assassin tutors for me. I hated them all, but loved training. The actual assassins were cold and ruthless. The training on the other hand was fun and exhilarating. I could train all day, and lately I have been.