Hope you like it, I just randomly started writing and thought that I would post it. Comment and vote if you like it. Oh, and by the way, i used Barack Obama because in 2008 some men were actually planning to assassinate him in Denver because he was black...
Chapter 1.
I adjusted the aim of my sniper and looked at the man on the street below me standing at the podium talking on national TV and to a large group of people... he didn't have a clue about what was coming.
If you haven't guessed already I'm hit-"man" such a gender bias name for something... it just doesn't sound the same when you say hit-woman. Looking down at the screen of my iPhone I quickly skimmed my assignment again;
Assignment:
Assassination
Victim: Barack Obama
Reason for assassination: Unknown
Employer: The Head Boss
Place: Denver
Date and time: July 29th 12:50 2008
Bosses note: GET YOUR ASS DOWN THERE AND DO THE JOB ALREADY WHY ARE YOU WASTING YOUR TIME READING THIS, YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO!!! GO ALREADY!
Jee that hot head really wanted this done... I wonder what's so important?! Oh well no time to sit around wondering, I had a job to do. Once again, peering at the dark skinned man I got ready to shoot the trigger clicked into place as the bullet when zooming towards... WAIT HOLD TO PHONE! Someone had jumped in front of Obama and was staring straight at me as the bullet lodged itself into his shoulder. Shit! I had two options at that moment, #1 I could take the chance in being caught by shooting him again to kill him so that he didn't tell anyone what I looked like (if that happened I was screwed, I would have to leave my job... and do something to change my appearance) #2 I could pack up my stuff and make a run for it.
I went for option #2 I got my stuff packed up efficiently in about 15 seconds and hoped that no one except the guy that was shot knew where I was yet, I estimated that it would take them only a few minutes to get to me even if they didn't know where I was yet. I started running to the other side of the roof, with my bag slung over one shoulder; I jumped and started gliding down from the 4 story building over top of a one story building and then landed (a little roughly for my liking) in a tuck then sprung to my feet, then practically tearing my wing suit off, I started sprinting through different ally ways. It continued like this for about 15minutes, luckily only a couple police cars had passed me and when they did I slowed down to a walk and to them probably looked like any other 25 year old walking along the street.
My hair was a short spiky cut and it was black and red, no not that ginger red hair that is actually orange but it was red like... like... a fire truck... Although I liked the hair cut, I had just cut it a little differently because since that book twilight came out everyone was saying that I looked like Alice Cullen... who ever that was. All I knew was that she copied me and I didn't want anything to do with her or the book for that matter. My eyes were a very bright electric aqua blue I don't know why they were like that but they were... and I did not dye my hair it just grew that way... I was about 5' 9" and was slim from constantly working out cause of my job. Not to brag or anything but generally when I walked by guys they would stare. (If you want to see her hair it looks kind of like "Shiloh's hair" but has a little more red in it here's a link to it just take the bracket off the end http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9SjP_qoRgQ )
Finally I reached my car which was a Bugatti Veyron with darkly tinted windows and some... modifications lets just say. I unlocked it and hopped in looking at the radio I pressed a button that made the whole thing pop out turn around and show a screen, kind of like the things you see in movies but was cooler because it's real and new. After thinking for a second I dialed "The Bosses" number to ask for a jet to come pick me up with my car but of course when he heard about what had happened....well lets just say its gonna take be about 20 hours for be to drive back to California!
Finally after 20 hours of driving 24 energy drinks I was home, as I was driving into the driveway I looked toward my front door to see a guy standing there, my first thought was shit "The Boss" is here to give me more crap. I decided to leave my car in the driveway until after I talked to him. I jumped tiredly out of my care and walked slowly towards the figure, as I was just about to tell him to come back in the morning when the man stepped forward so that I could see his face. He was tall, with black messy hair and a serious and deadly look on his... straight out sexy face.
The mystery man took another step toward me, and I suddenly and impulsively shouted at the top of my lungs "SUCK MY STICKY MEXICAN BALLS YOU JACKASS AND GET THE FUCK NUTS AWAY FROM MY HOUSE!" He looked very taken aback and I took this as an advantage I leaped passed him shoving him very hard as I went and quickly managed to get inside my door, I guess I wouldn't be parking my car tonight...
I heard a knock at my door, I ignored it, and then another knock this time it was louder. Backing away from the door I waited, I just stood there staring at the door and then suddenly there was a very loud "knock" and I thought to my self 'how rude that man is trying to break my door!' if he even leaves one small dent in that door I will track him down and chop off his nut sack feed it to him then--CRACK there was a long split along the door "THAT DOES IT NO ONE PISSES ME OFF YOU CUNT SUCKING CRACK HEAD!" I opened the door with a quick jerk and was startled to see...
That's the end of chapter one hope you liked it, if you did, then comment and vote!! Oh and If you have any idea's for a name for the story as you read more, let me know cause I'm not sure what to call it yet.
