Stories
Shark Man
by
Michael Feng
by
Michael Feng
It was very normal, at first. Alexander Screech was walking home from work. People liked to call him Mr Strange because he behaved very strangely. For example, he only ate sausages. He also loved water. Every day, after work, he would go for a swim in the swimming pool. His house only had two rooms; the living room and the bathroom.
Actually, he was strange because he had a terrible secret. Everyday, when the sun went down, he would turn into a monster. His skin would turn slippery. His Nose would grow long. His hands would turn to flippers. And, worst of all, his teeth would turn ten times pointier than human teeth.
Long ago, an evil witch had cast a spell on him. In the morning, he was human. At night, he was a monster.
Anyway, he was walking home.
"Hello, Mr Strange!" shrieked a little boy. All the people around him giggled. Alex was very unpopular.
Alex was so upset that he didn't notice a thief following him. When he went back home, he locked the doors, closed the windows, and took a bath in his humongous bathtub. He ate his dinner (which was sausages), took another bath, brushed his teeth, took another bath, and was about to go to sleep in his bathtub when the thief broke open the window and came in. The thief had clearly thought he was asleep.
When the thief saw Alex, he screamed out loud!
Alex covered the thief's mouth and said, "It's okay, I'm a good monster".
Then, the thief said, "If you don't give all your money to me, I will tell everybody you are a monster". But, Alex didn't have any money. So, the thief told everyone.
Everybody crowded around Alex's house to see him. But, it was already day time. The people thought the thief was a liar and went home.
Actually, he was strange because he had a terrible secret. Everyday, when the sun went down, he would turn into a monster. His skin would turn slippery. His Nose would grow long. His hands would turn to flippers. And, worst of all, his teeth would turn ten times pointier than human teeth.
Long ago, an evil witch had cast a spell on him. In the morning, he was human. At night, he was a monster.
Anyway, he was walking home.
"Hello, Mr Strange!" shrieked a little boy. All the people around him giggled. Alex was very unpopular.
Alex was so upset that he didn't notice a thief following him. When he went back home, he locked the doors, closed the windows, and took a bath in his humongous bathtub. He ate his dinner (which was sausages), took another bath, brushed his teeth, took another bath, and was about to go to sleep in his bathtub when the thief broke open the window and came in. The thief had clearly thought he was asleep.
When the thief saw Alex, he screamed out loud!
Alex covered the thief's mouth and said, "It's okay, I'm a good monster".
Then, the thief said, "If you don't give all your money to me, I will tell everybody you are a monster". But, Alex didn't have any money. So, the thief told everyone.
Everybody crowded around Alex's house to see him. But, it was already day time. The people thought the thief was a liar and went home.
~~~
Black Rose
by
Elin Alkas
Black Rose
by
Elin Alkas
Prologue
You may or may not have heard of her. The woman in the black glass. To summon her chant, "Rose Black, White hat. Blood drips from her eyes". Repeat after me and say this three times: "Black Rose, stay cold. Black Rose, stay cold! BLACK ROSE, STAY COLD!!!" If you choose to chant, be cautious. She's in your room, creeping closer, next to your bed, only to reveal at 3:00am sharp. First symptoms she's there, 10:00pm, random creeks in the hallway. Second symptom, 12:00am, blood dripping from your ceiling. Third symptom, 3:00am, she's there, in your room, staring with her obsidian black eyes, with blood dripping from her sockets, and her mini white hat ready to possess. You have been warned.
Chapter One
"Myla! This is a stupid idea! Just as stupid as your disgusting green couch!' Sarah snapped.
"Hey! My house, my rules! Com'on Say Say! It'll be fun!"
Sarah turned her head and glared at Myla. Idiot, she thought. "First of all, Myla, this is a stupid idea! And second, my name is Sarah, not Say Say! Just because you're blonde, doesn't mean you get to be stupid!" Sarah snarled.
"Serious, Sarah. Really? It'll be so much fun summoning Black Rose!" Myla begged.
"NO!" Sarah hissed.
Party pooper, Myla thought to herself. "Rose Black."
"Myla, what are you doing?"
"White hat. Blood drips from her eyes."
"Myla stop!"
"Repeat after me and say this three times."
"MYLA!"
"Black Rose, stay cold."
"STOP!"
"Black Rose, stay cold!"
"MYLA STOP!!!"
"BLACK ROSE, STAY COLD!!!"
"Myla...what have you done?
You may or may not have heard of her. The woman in the black glass. To summon her chant, "Rose Black, White hat. Blood drips from her eyes". Repeat after me and say this three times: "Black Rose, stay cold. Black Rose, stay cold! BLACK ROSE, STAY COLD!!!" If you choose to chant, be cautious. She's in your room, creeping closer, next to your bed, only to reveal at 3:00am sharp. First symptoms she's there, 10:00pm, random creeks in the hallway. Second symptom, 12:00am, blood dripping from your ceiling. Third symptom, 3:00am, she's there, in your room, staring with her obsidian black eyes, with blood dripping from her sockets, and her mini white hat ready to possess. You have been warned.
Chapter One
"Myla! This is a stupid idea! Just as stupid as your disgusting green couch!' Sarah snapped.
"Hey! My house, my rules! Com'on Say Say! It'll be fun!"
Sarah turned her head and glared at Myla. Idiot, she thought. "First of all, Myla, this is a stupid idea! And second, my name is Sarah, not Say Say! Just because you're blonde, doesn't mean you get to be stupid!" Sarah snarled.
"Serious, Sarah. Really? It'll be so much fun summoning Black Rose!" Myla begged.
"NO!" Sarah hissed.
Party pooper, Myla thought to herself. "Rose Black."
"Myla, what are you doing?"
"White hat. Blood drips from her eyes."
"Myla stop!"
"Repeat after me and say this three times."
"MYLA!"
"Black Rose, stay cold."
"STOP!"
"Black Rose, stay cold!"
"MYLA STOP!!!"
"BLACK ROSE, STAY COLD!!!"
"Myla...what have you done?
~~~
You Don’t Know Where I Am
by
Rosie Sun
You Don’t Know Where I Am
by
Rosie Sun
Don’t get me wrong - I seriously did not know I was a shape-shifter. I didn’t want to be one, either, until the unexpected happened.
It was my first month with this power and I couldn’t really control it, when I finally grasped hold of it in class. The topic was the one I was fIunking-perfect-so I decided to take advantage of it. What good is magic if you don’t use it for your own advantage?
“Kylie, were you listening? You haven’t fallen asleep, have you?” The teacher scanned the room, looking for me” Where even are you? Kylie, WHERE ARE YOU?”
I crouched under the bookshelf as a chameleon, closing my eyes for as long as I could resist the temptation to look for.
Maybe a little havoc couldn’t hurt…
I felt my skin graying and wrinkling and my legs growing and thickening and-whoopsie-doo-chameleon to elephant.(This is quite a big classroom I’m talking about.)The bookshelf would have toppled if it wasn’t leaning against a wall. And in the blink of an eye, the principal came up here, angry and with his eyes in slits.
“What happened here? It sounds like an elephant attacked the classroom.”
“Actually, an elephant did attack our classroom.” The teacher tried to point at me, but I was back to chameleon. Suddenly, I knew what would be fun to try.
I was now a neuron inside the teacher’s brain, so I tampered with what he was thinking until I was satisfied.
Suddenly, he burst into a happy dance, smiling and singing along.
“Oh, Mr. Mister-”our principal is Mr. M-I-S-T-E-R “I’m lying, I’m lying, I’m lying, lying, lying…”
The principal narrowed his eyes. “What…?” he stopped mid-sentence, not sure what to say. Clearly he liked the idea so much, he was speechless.
Mr.Mister stormed out, thinking about the circumstance.
Meanwhile…
“Kylie? WHERE ARE YOU?”
Sorry. I had better change his thoughts again…
~~~
Saved By The Bell
by
Nano Kaweepati
Saved By The Bell
by
Nano Kaweepati
“Give up your money!”
“Yeah! Give it up!”
“Or we’ll punch you!”
Jacob stood there, avoiding punches. The gang were back again. They wanted his lunch money but Jacob was hungry. They were starting to punch harder.
“Give it Now OR ELSE...” the Gang Leader threatened.
RIIIIIIING!!!The bell went. It was always a relief for Jacob because he was lucky - the bell always saved him. Once, when his friend got so angry he wanted to destroy his amazing 3D project, the bell rang just before he got a tool. Another time, when he was playing catch and someone was about to catch him, he looked at the catcher and tried to start running away, but couldn’t, and luckily, the bell rang.
Back in reality... The punches hadn’t hurt him today! I’m getting really strong now... He thought. It used to hurt a little...he added.
Suddenly, he looked where he was going and realized he was about to slam into a locker. He tried to stop but it was too late. He slammed straight into the locker. Now, this wasn’t just an ordinary locker. It was all YELLOW. He suddenly realized where he was and started dashing for the door of the TEACHER’S LOUNGE..!
Too late, a teacher opened the door as Jacob jumped underneath the table. At least there’s cloth to block me. Jacob heard the coffee machine turn on. It gurgled for a while and stopped. Then, the teacher took the coffee and walked close to the door. The door opened and Jacob heard more steps. PHEW. He thought. Time to go, he added.
He crawled out of his hiding spot, stood up, and came face to face with two teachers.
“Yeah! Give it up!”
“Or we’ll punch you!”
Jacob stood there, avoiding punches. The gang were back again. They wanted his lunch money but Jacob was hungry. They were starting to punch harder.
“Give it Now OR ELSE...” the Gang Leader threatened.
RIIIIIIING!!!The bell went. It was always a relief for Jacob because he was lucky - the bell always saved him. Once, when his friend got so angry he wanted to destroy his amazing 3D project, the bell rang just before he got a tool. Another time, when he was playing catch and someone was about to catch him, he looked at the catcher and tried to start running away, but couldn’t, and luckily, the bell rang.
Back in reality... The punches hadn’t hurt him today! I’m getting really strong now... He thought. It used to hurt a little...he added.
Suddenly, he looked where he was going and realized he was about to slam into a locker. He tried to stop but it was too late. He slammed straight into the locker. Now, this wasn’t just an ordinary locker. It was all YELLOW. He suddenly realized where he was and started dashing for the door of the TEACHER’S LOUNGE..!
Too late, a teacher opened the door as Jacob jumped underneath the table. At least there’s cloth to block me. Jacob heard the coffee machine turn on. It gurgled for a while and stopped. Then, the teacher took the coffee and walked close to the door. The door opened and Jacob heard more steps. PHEW. He thought. Time to go, he added.
He crawled out of his hiding spot, stood up, and came face to face with two teachers.
~~~
Bellwether
by
Rianna Tilbrook
Bellwether
by
Rianna Tilbrook
It was presentation day. The classroom was laid out like a haystack, and swamped with too many animals to count.
Elizabeth Bellwether stroked her fluffy wool, putting herself together. Today they would each present what they dreamed of becoming, but Elizabeth’s goal was more true to her than any others – becoming a mayor! Although the predators would no doubt tease her, she didn’t care.
However, this day in particular was too important to mess up.
Soon it was her turn to share with the class. She grinned through her cheesy braces as the previous student left the stage. There was applause, then Elizabeth clambered up to face her audience.
They stared at her blankly. She took a deep breath, and began.
“Hello, everyone. Today I, um, well, I mean in the future, would like to become a mayor.” She noticed already a bear and a fox were snickering and making faces.
“I know it’s hard to believe, but I think we, well, pray, we can make a difference.”
Suddenly, she was cut off by James the Badger exclaiming, “Why don’t you make a difference by cleaning out the school toilets!”
A gale of laughter escaped the crowd, as Elizabeth forced herself to fight back tears.
“Please,” she tried, but everyone was too busy whispering.
With that, Elizabeth leaped off the stage, sobbing into her fleece.
She hid in her locker and the tears were later replaced with a furious expression. Just because she was a sheep, didn’t mean everyone should treat her like trash!
One day, they will pay for their foul crimes. I will make them pay…
Elizabeth Bellwether stroked her fluffy wool, putting herself together. Today they would each present what they dreamed of becoming, but Elizabeth’s goal was more true to her than any others – becoming a mayor! Although the predators would no doubt tease her, she didn’t care.
However, this day in particular was too important to mess up.
Soon it was her turn to share with the class. She grinned through her cheesy braces as the previous student left the stage. There was applause, then Elizabeth clambered up to face her audience.
They stared at her blankly. She took a deep breath, and began.
“Hello, everyone. Today I, um, well, I mean in the future, would like to become a mayor.” She noticed already a bear and a fox were snickering and making faces.
“I know it’s hard to believe, but I think we, well, pray, we can make a difference.”
Suddenly, she was cut off by James the Badger exclaiming, “Why don’t you make a difference by cleaning out the school toilets!”
A gale of laughter escaped the crowd, as Elizabeth forced herself to fight back tears.
“Please,” she tried, but everyone was too busy whispering.
With that, Elizabeth leaped off the stage, sobbing into her fleece.
She hid in her locker and the tears were later replaced with a furious expression. Just because she was a sheep, didn’t mean everyone should treat her like trash!
One day, they will pay for their foul crimes. I will make them pay…
~~~
Three Disappearing Children
(And One Very Big Bad Wolf)
by
Mirabelle Woon
Three Disappearing Children
(And One Very Big Bad Wolf)
by
Mirabelle Woon
Once upon a time, there were three children. The oldest one was called Hetty and she was very hard working. The second oldest was Jack and he was very clever. The youngest one was Mina and she was a kind girl. You might think these children are nice and friendly, however, one of them was not…
The parents of the three children adored girls more than boys, and that’s what made Jack angry. He was planning to get rid of his sisters with a secret plan. Although this secret was very deeply hidden, someone knew it. It was a wolf. This wolf was a spy and a bad guy at the same time. He was spying on Jack and he wanted to kill the children.
One day, Jack, Mina and Hetty were building their own house for their future. As Hetty and Mina were not as smart as Jack, they used sticks and straw to build their houses, while Jack used bricks. When they have finished, the wolf was spying at Jack and his sisters. He wanted to tell the girls that they were in danger. The wolf went to Hetty first.
“Ah! There’s a wolf! There’s a wolf!” Hetty cried out loud. Hetty immediately shut the door hard, but because of that, all the sticks fell apart. Then, Hetty ran to Mina’s house. Mina saw the wolf behind Hetty, and then she led Hetty into her house and shut the door hard too. After a few seconds, all the straw fell apart and the girls ran to Jack’s house.
“Jack! Jack! A wolf is chasing after us!” Hetty and Mina shouted. Jack heard it, but he did not let Hetty and Mina come in. Jack knew that this was the only chance to get rid of his sisters. The wolf ran and caught up with the girls finally.
“Ahhhhh!” they screamed. “It’s alright. I am a good wolf and I would not hurt you. I just wanted to tell you something…” the wolf said cheekily. The wolf told Hetty and Mina about Jack’s secret plan and the girls were shocked. At last, the girls and the wolf sent Jack to jail. They told the police about his plan and he was prisoned. Suddenly, the wolf pushed Hetty and Mina hard onto the floor.
“Ha! You guys got tricked! This isn’t a real police station! You will all become my dinner for tonight!” All the children screamed and Mina cried very hardly. And the very next morning, the three children were reported on news that they had disappeared mysteriously….
The parents of the three children adored girls more than boys, and that’s what made Jack angry. He was planning to get rid of his sisters with a secret plan. Although this secret was very deeply hidden, someone knew it. It was a wolf. This wolf was a spy and a bad guy at the same time. He was spying on Jack and he wanted to kill the children.
One day, Jack, Mina and Hetty were building their own house for their future. As Hetty and Mina were not as smart as Jack, they used sticks and straw to build their houses, while Jack used bricks. When they have finished, the wolf was spying at Jack and his sisters. He wanted to tell the girls that they were in danger. The wolf went to Hetty first.
“Ah! There’s a wolf! There’s a wolf!” Hetty cried out loud. Hetty immediately shut the door hard, but because of that, all the sticks fell apart. Then, Hetty ran to Mina’s house. Mina saw the wolf behind Hetty, and then she led Hetty into her house and shut the door hard too. After a few seconds, all the straw fell apart and the girls ran to Jack’s house.
“Jack! Jack! A wolf is chasing after us!” Hetty and Mina shouted. Jack heard it, but he did not let Hetty and Mina come in. Jack knew that this was the only chance to get rid of his sisters. The wolf ran and caught up with the girls finally.
“Ahhhhh!” they screamed. “It’s alright. I am a good wolf and I would not hurt you. I just wanted to tell you something…” the wolf said cheekily. The wolf told Hetty and Mina about Jack’s secret plan and the girls were shocked. At last, the girls and the wolf sent Jack to jail. They told the police about his plan and he was prisoned. Suddenly, the wolf pushed Hetty and Mina hard onto the floor.
“Ha! You guys got tricked! This isn’t a real police station! You will all become my dinner for tonight!” All the children screamed and Mina cried very hardly. And the very next morning, the three children were reported on news that they had disappeared mysteriously….
~~~
Prank
by
Hector Sigston
Prank
by
Hector Sigston
Today, I woke up, and my brother handed me over my lunchbox. So, I thanked him.
Five hours later, it was lunchtime, so I bit my sandwich, and tasted garlic and onion and LOTS of chilies! Ugh! You crazy brother of mine, you are a mean PRANKSTER!
I decided to prank him back. I wrote him a note:
Dear brother,
Thank you so much brother dear, I love you. The prank sandwich was great! The garlic and onions were so juicy, they made me cry. And as for the chilies, they were as hot as fire, so…great. Thanks again!
I wrote it in my diary so I would remember:
Diary (101) 30th April, 2005
Today, my crazy brother pranked me, and now I have to think of a way to defeat this crazy boy. Ha! I’ve got a great idea! I’ll get some worms from the back garden and mix it with spaghetti and tomato sauce!)
The next day, I purposely woke up early to make my ‘Wiggle Worm Spaghetti’ for my ‘nice’ brother. I gave it to him and he didn’t even suspect!
Five hours later, it was lunchtime.
I sat next to my brother, and he started to eat it. The fun begins, I said to myself.
My brother said, “Why is the spaghetti so wiggly and squishy?”
“It’s a new type of spaghetti, called Squishy Spaghetti. It tastes good,” I replied. I watched him eat every single bit of it. “You want to know why it is so squishy and wiggly?” I asked.
“Yes,” said he said.
“It’s made out of worms! Ha, ha, ha!” I laughed.
“What?!” he thundered.
I knew this wouldn’t be the end of it, but at least I got him back!
Five hours later, it was lunchtime, so I bit my sandwich, and tasted garlic and onion and LOTS of chilies! Ugh! You crazy brother of mine, you are a mean PRANKSTER!
I decided to prank him back. I wrote him a note:
Dear brother,
Thank you so much brother dear, I love you. The prank sandwich was great! The garlic and onions were so juicy, they made me cry. And as for the chilies, they were as hot as fire, so…great. Thanks again!
I wrote it in my diary so I would remember:
Diary (101) 30th April, 2005
Today, my crazy brother pranked me, and now I have to think of a way to defeat this crazy boy. Ha! I’ve got a great idea! I’ll get some worms from the back garden and mix it with spaghetti and tomato sauce!)
The next day, I purposely woke up early to make my ‘Wiggle Worm Spaghetti’ for my ‘nice’ brother. I gave it to him and he didn’t even suspect!
Five hours later, it was lunchtime.
I sat next to my brother, and he started to eat it. The fun begins, I said to myself.
My brother said, “Why is the spaghetti so wiggly and squishy?”
“It’s a new type of spaghetti, called Squishy Spaghetti. It tastes good,” I replied. I watched him eat every single bit of it. “You want to know why it is so squishy and wiggly?” I asked.
“Yes,” said he said.
“It’s made out of worms! Ha, ha, ha!” I laughed.
“What?!” he thundered.
I knew this wouldn’t be the end of it, but at least I got him back!
~~~
The Masked Prankster
by
Ashley Wilson
The Masked Prankster
by
Ashley Wilson
Wandering down to the Great Hall, I squeal with excitement. It's finally Halloween night, and that means one thing: exams are right around the corner!
Finally reaching the Great Hall, I hear the loud noise of chatter from inside. Grabbing my wand out of my pocket, I mutter something under my breath, and move my arm to do the spell, "Repellent De Prankster".
Ugh, it's so annoying at times when I forget to do this. In our school, we have the most pranksters. And that is NOT a good thing. Unfortunately, we had another one join school, and he is the worst by far. They call him The Masked Prankster. He has done unspeakable things. Like setting off dungbombs in the Great Hall, turning all the Slytherins' hair pink, and, worst of all, he hexed all the books to instantly burn when someone touched them. I could have lived with it, but no one messes with my books! So, every time I enter the Great hall for dinner, I cast a spell that repels pranks. So, if I get pranked, it bounces off me, and the person who is pranking me gets pranked themselves. Maybe one day I'll catch the Masked Prankster.
Looking over at the Gryffindor table, at my twin sister, while I sit at the Ravenclaw table, I sigh in defeat. She is the exact opposite of me. I hate pranks, she loves them; I love homework, she hates homework. And the mad thing is, she's even a prankster herself. After many years of convincing her not to, I've given up.
BANG! I get interrupted from my thoughts. And, in that moment, I know The Masked Prankster has struck again . . .
Finally reaching the Great Hall, I hear the loud noise of chatter from inside. Grabbing my wand out of my pocket, I mutter something under my breath, and move my arm to do the spell, "Repellent De Prankster".
Ugh, it's so annoying at times when I forget to do this. In our school, we have the most pranksters. And that is NOT a good thing. Unfortunately, we had another one join school, and he is the worst by far. They call him The Masked Prankster. He has done unspeakable things. Like setting off dungbombs in the Great Hall, turning all the Slytherins' hair pink, and, worst of all, he hexed all the books to instantly burn when someone touched them. I could have lived with it, but no one messes with my books! So, every time I enter the Great hall for dinner, I cast a spell that repels pranks. So, if I get pranked, it bounces off me, and the person who is pranking me gets pranked themselves. Maybe one day I'll catch the Masked Prankster.
Looking over at the Gryffindor table, at my twin sister, while I sit at the Ravenclaw table, I sigh in defeat. She is the exact opposite of me. I hate pranks, she loves them; I love homework, she hates homework. And the mad thing is, she's even a prankster herself. After many years of convincing her not to, I've given up.
BANG! I get interrupted from my thoughts. And, in that moment, I know The Masked Prankster has struck again . . .
~~~
Good Doing Business
by
Moa Alkas
by
Moa Alkas
“Hun, I’m afraid that's not enough,” her voice cooed cheerfully, pushing the money stacked upon one another away from her, and out into the dim light of the lamp.
“Please!” The woman cried out, lifting to her feet and slamming her fists onto the desk which was slowly falling apart, “I gave you the money!” Sobs were quietly heard from behind her brown hair which was draped over her face.
The other person in the room nodded. Slipping her hand to the cabinet beside her. “You gave me money, yes,” she admitted, while opening the cabinet only to pull out two items, which no one could see in the dim lighting. “But not enough. I asked for two million. You gave me one.” She opened the packet of cigarette, lighting it with the lighter she pulled out, before tucking them both back into the cabinet. Popping the cigarette in her mouth, she blew out a cloud of smoke before continuing. “I’m not a budget assassin, Hun,” she leaned her face into the light, brushing aside a strand of shoulder-length copper-red hair out of her face, and smirking. “I need this money if you want me to kill them,” she exaggerated the ‘you’ in her sentence as well as the ‘kill.’ “What’s it going to be, Dear?” the assassin chirped, tapping her cigarette lightly onto the ash tray, which lay in the centre of the table, before slumping back into her chair.
The woman lowered herself into her chair, gazing down at her feet while pressing her tissue against her eyes. The assassin tapped her foot, awaiting her decision. “I’ll-I’ll do it,” she finally managed to press out from her lips, however, struggling to let her words out under her teary voice.
“Good girl,” she twisted her copper-red hair between her fingers, spectating as the customer bent down, placing her leather handbag onto the table in front of her, opening it, and bringing out even more bucks of money and handing it to the other person across the table from her. Accepting it, the assassin began counting it all up, while flicking through them one by one. Gritting her teeth together, she glanced up at the woman, who was sobbing and sniffling as she watched her money disappear into the hands of a criminal. Taking a break from the cigarette, she held it while counting the last hundred. “Seems to add up,” she nodded, whispering to herself. “Now I’ll be able to pay my electricity bills for the month. I thank you”
“But what about-”
“Yes,” the assassin puffed in complete annoyance, “I’ll kill them within the week.” She waved her hand in the air with dismissal. “Good doing business,” she smirked as she watched the woman disappeared behind the door.
Good doing business.
“Please!” The woman cried out, lifting to her feet and slamming her fists onto the desk which was slowly falling apart, “I gave you the money!” Sobs were quietly heard from behind her brown hair which was draped over her face.
The other person in the room nodded. Slipping her hand to the cabinet beside her. “You gave me money, yes,” she admitted, while opening the cabinet only to pull out two items, which no one could see in the dim lighting. “But not enough. I asked for two million. You gave me one.” She opened the packet of cigarette, lighting it with the lighter she pulled out, before tucking them both back into the cabinet. Popping the cigarette in her mouth, she blew out a cloud of smoke before continuing. “I’m not a budget assassin, Hun,” she leaned her face into the light, brushing aside a strand of shoulder-length copper-red hair out of her face, and smirking. “I need this money if you want me to kill them,” she exaggerated the ‘you’ in her sentence as well as the ‘kill.’ “What’s it going to be, Dear?” the assassin chirped, tapping her cigarette lightly onto the ash tray, which lay in the centre of the table, before slumping back into her chair.
The woman lowered herself into her chair, gazing down at her feet while pressing her tissue against her eyes. The assassin tapped her foot, awaiting her decision. “I’ll-I’ll do it,” she finally managed to press out from her lips, however, struggling to let her words out under her teary voice.
“Good girl,” she twisted her copper-red hair between her fingers, spectating as the customer bent down, placing her leather handbag onto the table in front of her, opening it, and bringing out even more bucks of money and handing it to the other person across the table from her. Accepting it, the assassin began counting it all up, while flicking through them one by one. Gritting her teeth together, she glanced up at the woman, who was sobbing and sniffling as she watched her money disappear into the hands of a criminal. Taking a break from the cigarette, she held it while counting the last hundred. “Seems to add up,” she nodded, whispering to herself. “Now I’ll be able to pay my electricity bills for the month. I thank you”
“But what about-”
“Yes,” the assassin puffed in complete annoyance, “I’ll kill them within the week.” She waved her hand in the air with dismissal. “Good doing business,” she smirked as she watched the woman disappeared behind the door.
Good doing business.
Slipping through the alleyway, the girl pulled out a silver bullet from the pocket of her short, brown leather jacket. Chucking it into her gun, and placing it onto her shoulder and holding it firmly in her grip. Having one of her knee-length riding boots on the floor, while the other resting on the wall behind her, she took a deep breath as she shoved her copper-red hair behind her shoulders, which just reached past from having to sit on her shoulders. Alright Scarlett, she reassured herself in her head, you might not have gotten away from the crime scene undetected, but that doesn’t mean you can’t get away from the police. Her electric blue eyes scanned side-to-side as she poked her head around the corner to assure all sirens and flashing lights of blue and red had vanished.
As the coast was clear, she stepped into the golden spotlight of the street light. “I like to say I’m quite the expert in my job,” Scarlett chuckled as she admired her chessboard inspired nails, and slipping her gun into the storage supplied in her belt around her ripped and stained jeans. Beginning to fan herself using her hands, she pulled up the sleeves of her jacket to reveal a lion birthmark, which was easily mistaken for a tattoo, covering her upper arm on her right. Giving a stretch, she gave into a slouch as she scratched the bridge of her nose, where an indented scar was placed over her nose. “I deserve myself a treat after that kill. Not to forget that police escape,” she turned her blue gaze towards the silver crescent hanging in the sapphire blue sky. “Perhaps an hour of gambling would do the trick.”
As the coast was clear, she stepped into the golden spotlight of the street light. “I like to say I’m quite the expert in my job,” Scarlett chuckled as she admired her chessboard inspired nails, and slipping her gun into the storage supplied in her belt around her ripped and stained jeans. Beginning to fan herself using her hands, she pulled up the sleeves of her jacket to reveal a lion birthmark, which was easily mistaken for a tattoo, covering her upper arm on her right. Giving a stretch, she gave into a slouch as she scratched the bridge of her nose, where an indented scar was placed over her nose. “I deserve myself a treat after that kill. Not to forget that police escape,” she turned her blue gaze towards the silver crescent hanging in the sapphire blue sky. “Perhaps an hour of gambling would do the trick.”
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