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...Kayla saw her target enter the room, he would be easy, just a simple drug dealer that crossed paths with A.A. a few years ago, just a loose end to tie up. He was high now, and drunk, not the best combination but a simple target. He wouldn't even see her. He sat on the sofa Kayla was hiding behind; she pulled her daggers out of their sheaths and in a matter of seconds the man's throat was slit, she grabbed his mobile phone and wallet and slipped out through the window. Kayla felt nothing, not remorse for what she had just done, not fear of his friends coming after her, not even a sense of achievement, it was too easy. She reached in through

Kayla cried for her friend's death, Sarah was now dead, she no longer existed, and now her mother had no hope of escaping. Those men, the ones who were fighting with Denn, they had killed her. If only Kayla had obeyed orders, if only she had done what Denn told her to do, she would still be alive. Dyre had told her that Sarah's mother was to remain locked up and as long as Kayla was alive she would be fine. All of Sarah's stuff was to be burned; Sarah was to be wiped of the face of the earth. Kayla was ten, the same age Sarah is, or was. Kayla was given little time to mourn, the day after Sarah's death she had to attend training sessions aga

Sarah was surprised to find out that she was not going to be forced to sleep in a cell by these cruel people but instead she had a rather nice looking room. It was just the right size and the bed was comfortable, and the door wasn't even locked. Kieran had said it didn't matter because the rooms she isn't allowed in are locked anyway. Sarah decided that this couldn't be all that bad; she wasn't locked in, the food was nice and her room was comfortable, she liked Denn and could tolerate Kieran, plus she didn't have to move around like she did with her father. But of course, if that was it then the story would end here, and it most certainly do

It was raining heavily as the sun began to set. Sarah sat in the back of her father's van, she never sat in the front, there was always her father's paperwork sitting there. Not for the first time, Sarah asked 'Where are we going?' Sarah and her father travelled a lot, not a month went by when her father didn't suddenly tell her they were moving, and each time Sarah asked 'Where are we going?' or 'Why do we have to go?' and each time neither of these questions were answered, not properly, anyway. Sarah wasn't particularly close to her father but she had no friends, he was her only company. Sarah's father never thought that it might be unhealt

A young girl, of about twelve years old sat on the roof of a skyscraper somewhere in New York. She was wearing black leggings with a thin black belt strapped tight around the waist filled with various knives and daggers, and a large dark blue t-shirt. Her long black hair was tied loosely behind her head with a dark red ribbon and she was holding twin daggers in either hand, making sure they were in the appropriate condition for battle. This was her first real attack, but she was confident after four years of training she'd be able to do it. She was swiftly rising in the ranks; she was already the youngest assassin to be allowed to leave the h