Born to Kill III

"It seems you understand," the old assassin told her before picking her up like a bag.

'This prick…' the little girl was burning in anger inside her but she knew she shouldn't do anything reckless.

A quarter of an hour passed and the screams and cries of the estate's people finally died and only the scorching burning flame remained.

"Retreat!" the old assassin gave the cry of retreat, making the little girl's ears buzz a little.

'Haa- this is annoying but nothing of this could have ever happened to me before.

'It's kinda entertaining…' she thought while giving a last look at her home of this life.

*****

"Ouch!

Ughh…"

The little girl didn't know how much time had passed as she had fallen asleep as her body was that of a child but she was suddenly startled awake when she was thrown onto a cold creaking wooden floor.

"Add her to the next test."

"…?" a middle-aged assassin of burly complexion with a list in hand turned around and looked at the little girl that had just been thrown past him. He saw her fighting her tears back as she was propping in her knees right past the entrance of a rusted wooden cottage, 'She seems younger and smaller than the norm…'

"Affirmative," the middle-aged assassin turned back and answered at the old assassin.

The old assassin didn't reply back and just gave the little girl a last look before going to report at the main quarters about their mission.

*Clank*

"Take it, number 108." The middle-aged man threw before the little girl a knife as he approached the cottage entrance.

'Number 108? Am I going to be referred as such…?' She warily picked the knife up and then, she retreated to a side while sweeping her watery dark eyes through the small figures painted in shades of black inside the scarcely illuminated cottage, 'About twenty kids… this couldn't be more… urgh…'