{Cora Liliana Black, Aimée Étienne Gray & Michelle Natalia Lee}
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The steps echoed down the hallway as she graciously tiptoed in the high heels she previously had trouble walking in. Her long wavy black hair gleamed in the moonlight and a small breeze made its way through the small crack in the long window. The window reached from the beginning of the hallway to the end and did not stop with the exception of the occasional crack that the football team on campus had managed to make.
The makeshift windowsill, of tape, was their idea of making it up to the school for destruction of property.
Of course they got away easily with the help of their coach, Mr Okamura.
Coach Okamura always favoured the team and they almost never got in trouble for their 'Mischiefing'.
Thinking about it, all teachers favoured students. Though that's not very rare, at least in Cora's class.
The gentle sound of mens dress shoes melting into her own snapped her out of her mindspace. The clear step of a man whisked a few metres behind her back as she immediately put her unusually resting mind on guard.
She knew full well that her father had opposing grounds and that she could be in constant danger because of it.
But she hadn't expected there to be enemies soughting her out at the day of the school ball. But of course, that would be an ideal choice.
Over the sound of the music there was basically nothing that could be heard, especially not from two floors above.
The ideal plan.
The man behind her still tried to sneak, a clear mark that he had yet to notice she knew about the oncoming assault.
The music changed to a more calm song, a classic if she had to guess. The image of couples of all sorts dancing passed through her head. For a moment she lost her composure, wishing it was her down there on the floor. With him.
A rumbling sound brought back her composure again as she realised how much of a mistake her slight lapse was. Her heart sped up drastically as she tried to calm her breathing.
The man, she noticed, was extremely apprehensive. Clearly his first time doing this.
His breath was slightly ragged as he tried to keep moving her exact movements.
She had a plan.
Bringing the glove covered hand to her carefully painted lips, she sighed and slowed down. She continued forward as she walked ever more delicately than needed, but yet something one would see in a movie. She remembered what her mother had taught her as a child.
"Shoulders back dear, yes. Stand up straight and... Twirl!"
And her father.
"Swiftly, yes, gracefully. Turn... And shoot!" Bang.
She stuck her free hand in her pocket, secretly bringing out a weapon, a norinco type 54, to be specific. Twirled gracefully, now facing the man completely, loaded, focused, and shot-
Bang.
The shot echoed through the hallways and she was almost certain it had even made its way to the ballroom. The man's body slumped against the windowsill, staining it with warm, red, blood. A tiny drop of sweat made its way down her eyebrow as she stared at the paling body. Blood now running down the corridor and met her white heels. She put the gun down into its holster and walked away, staining the hallway with blood red prints.
Target nr. 16, deceased.
Appeared on her phone,
Mission Succeeded.
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Her feet slowly sank into the cold water and she let out a consent sigh. The wind blew in her hair and made it shine in the bright sun, slightly shadowed by the huge trees surrounding the small lake. She took her feet out of the water and giggled at the pinkish tint that settled on her skin. Her feet moved up and down into the water, splashing it and causing the strawberry blond hair inundated in the water to jerk upwards.
She held her phone, anticipating a text from the boss.
Target nr. 36, deceased.
Mission succeeded.
The mere thought of a succeeded mission was making her giddy with excitement. She slowly stood, thinking back to what had happened.
She walked, a slight skip in her step, down to the lake where she knew target 36 would be residing, unguarded. She had to force herself to be quiet. She twirled her knife in her hand as she quietly stepped forward onto the dead grass. Why target 36 liked this place she would never know. Her skirt swayed in the wind as she tiptoed forward. It was clear to her now, target 36 was a woman, most likely in her thirties.
She readied her knife in her hand, not planning to go right in for the kill. Standing right behind the target, she grabbed a piece of the strawberry blond hair and tilted her head backwards. Fearful eyes stared into her own, mouth slightly agape.
"I'm the most cold hearted son-of-a-bitch you will ever meet." She said as she shoved the knife down the targets throat, making the target gag on all the blood that was freely flowing out of her mouth. She grabbed the target by her throat and laid her down in the lake. She might be a serial killer but she has some sense of how to kill with pride and remorse. She dipped the knife in the water and pushed the body further into the lake, throwing a flower into it before settling down by the lake shore.
Blinking, she clicked out of the mission text and into another text conversation,
Aimée > Cora, 14:26, 24/7-29
Aimée: I just killed a woman and threw her in the deep lake. Her body is still floating on the surface. This reminds me of the song that goes Blood // water. :D
Cora: What target number did she have?
Aimée: I believe it was Target 36
Cora: Great, I will personally contact the boss to ensure our next mission is as soon as possible.
Cora: And Ai? Calm down, it's not even your first kill
Aimée: How can I calm down? It was exciting to try something new!
Cora: So you did go through with it? The knife down her throat?
Aimée: Indeed
Cora: And the flowers?
Aimée: Yes
Cora: And you're still coming to school tomorrow?
Aimée: Perhaps...
Cora: You better
Aimée: Of course Coral
Cora: Fucknugget.
Aimée: ;)
Read, 14:37.
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They stood upon the rooftop, checking the area surrounding the targets house. She was waiting for the right moment to sneak in. Aimée sneaked down the staircase and made her way towards the front door while Cora laid herself in sniper position. Aimée waited for the smoke signal and when it came, she broke the door down in a very barbaric manner.
Target nr. 7, in sight. Sniper at the ready.
Cora took this as her signal to get ready as she looked into the scope. She found the targets house rather easily, and determined by the knocked down door, Aimée had made her way inside. Looking through what she guessed was the bedroom window, nothing was in sight.
She continued looking through all the windows from where she was positioned and was fairly shocked to find Aimée screeching at the top of her lungs;
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME, I'LL FUCKING DESTROY YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!" Even Cora could hear it and that said something, she was 200 metres away.
The target was basically on top of Aimée with Aimée's own knife pushed against her throat. She stayed like that for a few seconds, talking about something she couldn't hear, and then turned towards the window, looking Cora straight in the eye.
Cora put down her weapon and rushed down the stairs of the building, not even bothering to stay quiet. Twists and turns, she sprinted towards the house their target resided in. Bursting into the house she frantically began searching for her friend, refusing to let another friend of hers ever die on her watch.
After a few seconds of searching she found them in the same position as before. Her panic decreased and her look of horror was quickly replaced by a soft and almost unnoticeable smile.
"I didn't think I would live to see the day Aimée was being pinned down by a top ten target."
"Shut the fuck up and shoot her!"
"I don't think I will, actually."
Aimée spluttered and started to loudly protest, but was quickly silenced by the target putting her hand over her mouth. After all, it was her life they were talking about.
"Don't take this the wrong way, because I don't like you." Cora said as she backed up a few steps and pulled her phone out. "But you are good."
She dialed a number and when they picked up the pair on the ground could pick up few words like 'Report' and 'central number'.
"We are reporting from mission nr. 7, sniper, Cora Black, rank 3"
"Aimée Gray, fatal stabber, rank 4."
"Target 7"
"Michelle Natalia Lee?"
"Target 7. overpowering Ms. Gray, of rank 4."
"Certainly, thank you."
"What did you-"
"Ms. Lee, would you be willing to let me restrain you for a meeting with the headquarters?"
"Oh, of course. I don't really have a choice do I?"
"I'm sorry." Cora whispered as she cuffed Michelle's left hand to her own right. Michelle followed them willingly out of the house, where Cora and Aimée stated up a conversation.
"What did you do?"
"It was necessary to call the superiors to the system after such a big mishap in our mission. It would be one thing to fail but a completely other one if one of us got killed on duty. For one, my father would be furious, and that is a big no-no. Secondly, she is good. If she overpowered a nr. 4 ranked, trained, assassin, who knows what she could do for us?" Cora explained.
"But why didn't you shoot her?"
"Like I said, who knows what she could do for us."
"So you are just going to use me and then kill me? Bold of you to assume I'd do it willingly." Michelle said.
"Why wouldn't you? If we'd want to kill you we would have done so when we were inside," by now they were a fairly long way from Michelle's 'home'. "And I hope you know we trust you not to do anything rash as you are basically cuffed to my wrist."
"If I wanted to kill you you would already be dead too. And I know."
"Well that just proves our point even further."
"I WILL SHOOT YOU!" Aimée screeched.
"You're just mad that I beat you." Michelle answered as Cora burst into laughter. "I hope you know that I don't kill willingly."
"I love to kill willingly, and I'll do it if I must and lust."
"Okay, that's just weird and psychopathic."
"That's my best friend for you..." Cora sighed.
"I am psychotic, but not crazy." Aimée cut in.
"You keep telling yourself that, Ai." Cora giggled, "But it's how I grew up, so I didn't have much of a choice."
"Wow, me too." Michelle said, a bit shocked but not too much.
"Well it's a given, seeing as my father is basically the boss over us. I grew up killing unwillingly but as time went by, I couldn't help but stop caring all that much..."
"Well that's just sad,"
"Well you can get to know each other, best friend shit, I'm going home." Aimée said as she rolled her eyes.
"Aimée, stop being a piece of shit. You know as well as I do that you are my only best friend and it will remain that way." Cora was feeling a little annoyed at her friend's antics. Sure, she was used to it, but it still hurt whenever she was upset with her.
Aimée had been Cora's friend for as long she could remember. Even if Cora was a very closed off person, Aimée always seemed to continuously break the walls she put up over herself, yet always respecting the fact that no one else was allowed into her safe zone.
They knew everything about each other and would never, ever, tell anyone else.
It had stung that Aimée didn't accept the fact that she was ready to allow just one other person into her non-existent friend group, but understood where she came from.
"And by the way, you are fully aware that you are not allowed to leave without permission from the system or the boss."
"'You are fully aware that you are not allowed to leave without permission from the system or the boss'" Aimée mocked Cora, as she was already slightly annoyed, yet relieved that her friend wasn't mad at her. "I just don't trust her Cora."
"Well you'll just have to get used to it" Cora responded before realising what she had said, and when she did, it was all too late. Aimée looked at her, mouth slightly agape with a dumbfounded look on her face. "I mean, I- You know... Eh... Aimée??"
"Your saying... that I need to work with that lego ninja?"
"HELL YEAH!"
"I'd rather die."
"Then die, bitch."
"Hmpf, even that wouldn't keep me away."
"Damn right it wouldn't."
Alllllrighty! SO this is what me and my friends has been working on for a while! I'm planning on posting once a week or if a chapter is not done, once every two weeks. I want to thank my friends that are working with me on this; Aimée and Michelle. So, see you next week! <3
~ Cora, Aimée and Michelle <3
Word count: 2287