Cold Assassin Scorned

Winter is the best assassin in the world but one day she wakes up as Elizabeth, a kidnapped rich girl, after being killed. She vows to find her killers and have revenge on both those who wronged her and Elizabeth. "Winter," I said innocently with a small smile, "or at least that's what some call me." I shrugged and ripped my ankles out of the duct tape that held them to the legs of the chair in an instant. Before they even realized what happened I brought up my knees to my chest and shot them right back out slamming onto his chest and sending the younger one back onto the floor. As the older one approached me I tore the duct tape around my wrists which held my arms along the back of the chair. I brought them around to my chest and just as he got to close for comfort I threw a fist casually like it was muscle memory which hit him straight on the nose sending a spray of blood onto his face. He stumbled backward with the pain while clutching his nose. I stood up and felt nothing different.