blake!

Keith Kyliel Cole, 17 yrs of age, assassination took part of my life since the day of my birth, the deception of seduction was highly appraised upon me despise that I, myself is a lad yet granted with feminine features that I greatly loathed. dark tresses that dangled pass my shoulders with the curtsy of curls. small face that held the feature of Innocence, and a slender thin body.

I looked myself at the mirror that reflects my very own, I frown as my knuckles landed into the base of the mirror that was now crumbled Into pieces, why such face? ember irises have seen thousands of deaths made by my very palms that was deeply engraved on my own skin, lips that have spoken the deception of words with no clemency, ears that heard all the screeches of agony, and a nose that smelt the disgusting blood of the inferiors, and a body that seduced men upon their deaths, all of these is engraving in my past as well in my future yet my face still held its innocence.

It's me

a ringing sound filled the vicinity its almost deafening, I slowly crawled in my covers as I picked up my phone and answered.

'new operation is ahead'- Same cold voice spoke the same sentence.

"I've done enough"- I answered within the anxiousness of my throbbing heart.

a silent pause was created and the words was spoken after the pause was shocking.

'permission will be granted, within the head of your victim'- he stated, relief burst upon me as smile crept into my facade, for a very long time my smile has surfaced, I couldn't comprehend my bliss on another.

" who will it be"- I said in confidence

'The Hunter's crowned heir'- it said with his usual voice, my smile dropped as my palms became cold.

"it was equivalent with death itself" I mumbled all to myself, all so I thought

'exactly'- he said with certain, my face turned pale as he hanged up leaving dumfounded, hunters were the resilient Mafia organization ever since, it was highly influenced by the chains of the 4 strongest family of this world, contradiction in that organization resembles unforgettable death.

fear didn't falter me, hesitation did, I'm not afraid to die after all I deserve to be buried and left only by bones, yet I'm determine to be free, I don't want my death to be in this cage that even your soul fades your remains will always be in controlled by the person who stole your freedom

I gathered all the fake files that I would submit, and did some hijacking, and within an instant I'm enrolled. and I also gathered the data about my victim named Blake Daniel

I glanced at my wall clock and its almost 7, I dressed with the traditional uniform of the university, I tucked my hair under my cap as I filtered my embers with a pair of spectacles putting a 45 caliber pistol near my hip bone and a knife under my sleeves.

I gaited out and call for a cab, when I get in the driver gave me a weird look, I can't Blame him this uniform belongs to one of the prodigious schools in the city and one of them is taking a freakin cab.

the cab dropped me off in front of the gate, I didn't hesitate to enter the gates, within my step inside I was greeted with none other than clamors themselves, some of them looked at me weirdly, well I'm too tardy to buy things so I brought only myself in here, no bags, no books, not even a single note.

I slid into a aisle were the lockers were I don't know where I'm going for my first period its math 1.

I did asked to the group of jocks hanging around the locker and they pushed me with a blow in my stomach it didn't hurt yet it made me cough, I faced them as if we just bumped

"where is the senior math 1"- I asked, but they all snickered, what a couple of douches.

" what's up with the cap its annoying"- a pest spoke up as he tugged my cap, my hair went down and an utter shock built upon them.

"now such a naughty group, I'm just asking for direction, will you give me an answer naughty one?"- I said with my seductive tone as I leaned down with my palms touching his chest, I titled my head as I gave him a pleading look, his eyes darkened as his face became multiple color of crimson, holy mother of cows I know this look

I withdraw yet its too late his arms were locked upon my waist, i looked at him and I saw him licked his lips, its getting annoying, does he really want me to pull his tongue and ripped it into pieces.

" Let.Go."- I told him firm and clear but he didn't move a budge,

"wew fiery lil kitten"- another pest spoke, i glared at them, you left me with no choice I lifted my left arm as I readied myself to lounge the knife in him yet it was stopped by a strong hand with its fingers firmly wrapped in my wrist, in a matter of seconds I was peeled upon the guys grip.

"scram"- one word that resonated from the dark cold voice, that told the jocks bodies to ran away as if their life depended on it, I cant help but to be in shock.

he pushed me into the wall as I was caged by his long arms.

" what an impressing show you built in there, Ember"- once again a dark cold voice resonates making me shiver, it made me looked at him from the sudden mention of my assassin name, how could he know, my eyes met with his forest green irises, his perfect sculptured nose and his curvy red lips, no doubt about it its BLAKE!

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