Fallen Rose, Lilly W. [ebook reader for comics txt] 📗

Intro

Do you have a fear?

 

No matter how many times you say no, it will be there. Lurking there in your mind, heart and soul.  Some peoples are stronger than others. Some are weird and dumb. No matter what it is, it's there.

 

My fear?

 

My fear is fear itself.

 

Yes, it is possible. I am afraid of fearing. Plain and simple. If I have an ounce of fear, I will hesitate. If I hesitate, I die. In my line of work, there are hesitations. No waiting. You need to get it done and you can’t have fear. You can’t feel.

 

My line of work?

 

It’s not a job. I don’t get paid. I don’t want to do it. But it needs to be done.  Everything always needs to be done, all you need to do is find the right people to do it. The ones that can lose everything because they have nothing. The ones that won’t feel. The ones that won’t hesitate.

 

My line of work…….

 

I am an assassin. Not by choice. Not by destiny. But by force.

 

I was part of a large nest of 5 siblings. I was the one that was nothing like them, the outcast.  I found my way falling out of the nest. There was nobody that cared. There was nobody there.

 

I was forced to the streets when I was ten. I was near death. I learned to live and chose to not feel. That’s when Clob found me. Clob is my trainer and master. The one that showed me pain and strength. The one that didn’t feel or care. He is not my replaced father. I obey him and he trains me.

 

Me, the odd one. The one that fell from the nest. Me.

 

My name in Thorn. The name that Clob gave me. I can’t remember what my name was before, and I don’t care. What I care about is now. Not the things that pushed me over the edge in the past. And not the future, since there is none for me. Is there a future for a assassin? No, there is no life for me.

 

I’m 17 years old. I only know that because I’ve been with Clob for 7 years. I have kept track of everyday that has drug by. Every line on the wall shows all the time that I spent as me. As Thorn.

 

Thorn the ruthless assassin. The one that has no fear and no past. I am known for what I am and what I do.

 

My first target was two years ago. I say target because they are the criminals that can’t get caught by anyone else. Clob has an agreement with the “law”. When he got caught 10 years ago he made an agreement that he would train them a new assassin. One that would obey, one that would be better.

 

So who am I?

 

I am Thorn, the assassin. The one that they think they can control. But I do have thoughts. I do have plans and Ideas. And I can read people. Clob did not teach me that. I learned from all the other kids pushing me around. It’s got to know what people are thinking and feeling.

Sometimes I wish I couldn’t read people. What I see in their eyes. The horr for what I do.

The fear because of how goot I am. The lust in the mens eyes.

 

I know that I’m pretty. I can tell from the way that mens eyes always seem to know where I am.

 

I have long brown hair that reaches my waist. I have never been able to cut it, it is part of me now.  I have bright green eyes, I have never seen anyone else with bright eyes like mine, not that I remember. I have high cheek bones, full lips and a small nose. But my body is what a lot of people look at. I have curves from all the training and long legs. I’m tan from all the time in the sun.

 

My looks always catch people off guard. People know my name, but they don’t know my age and looks.

 

There is nobody in my life accept Clob. He has never taken me to the law. Clob is the one that goes and speaks them and tells me what my targets are. I don’t want to be part of this anymore. I don’t want to be bossed and told what to do.

 

I want this to end, i will make them end.

 

1

 I creep down the dark alley the raindrops falling and sliding down my skin soaking in and devoting my warmth. I slither to the edge becoming part of the darkness. My hawk eyes follow my target. The big brut man named Jimmy Clout. The man that has entered and killed family's in there sleep. The man that I must stop. I absurv him and calculate. I watch as he thumps past me. He is going for another family. Telling by the determination in his eyes. It took a while to find him. Even though he’s big, he’s also stealthy. Before he can get out of the alley I jump out of the darkness making sure he sees my shadow.

 

He jumps around pulling out a knife.

 

“Were you following me?” His voice drips with suspicion. He has many scars on his face but still seems to be handsome.

 

“I live down the street and I was just making sure a dinosaur didn’t wake from the dead.” I smirk as he looks me over, clearly liking what he sees.

 

“Really? Your not looking for anything?” He stood strain so he was towering but kept the knife in his hands.

 

“What would I be looking for? I know this street like the back of my hand.” I put my casual face on. This is the kind of street that nothing happens on.

 

“Of course you do. Good for girls to be safe” He smiles at me. His teeth are crooked but white.

 

“Yup.” I pop the p and start to turn around, but he glares I  fake confusion and stop.

 

“Where are you going?” He starts to walk closer. Right where I want him.

 

“Home. Your right, I should try to be safe.” I watch as he comes closer.

 

“I’m sure your safe with me.” He smiles again taking a step closer. If I was a normal girl I might have believed him. I would have thought I was safe with him and everything would be fine. But the only problem is, I’m not normal. I know that he would hurt and kill me. I know who he is I can tell that even without him being a target. Death is written all over him.

 

“I don’t know…” I bit my lip in thought and look into his michiftly dark eyes.

 

“Just have a little fun, it never hurt anyone.” I almost smirk at the innocence in his voice. He comes closer and reaches for my hand.

 

“Nope.” I step back take out my gun and point it at his chest. He takes a step back and his eyes widen.

 

“No reason for a gun, baby. I’m not going to do anything.” He smiles innocently at me. Sickening. He thinks he would be able to take me down anyway. Why don’t I just shoot him? This arrogant prat needs a little fear in his life.

 

“Really, Jimmy?” I smile when his eyes show a little shock.

 

“Jimmy? Who in the hell is he? Come on baby, give me a chance.”  He smiles, he has a plan.

 

“Nah, Jimmy. SInce you never gave those two families a chance.” I smirk again at his surprise. All I have to do is wait until he tries to go through with that plan of his. I see his hand fling back and the knife fly at my face. I duck and glare at him. “Nice try, my turn.” I pull the trigger. He falls to the ground leaving only his blood on the wall.

 

Gross?

 

At first it was, but after you do it for so long you get used to it. Like hunting animals, you do what you have do to survive.  I spin and walk out of the alley and bend into the shadows. They will know it was me, they always do. They know that I’m the only person that can take people like him down. After all, it’s my job.

 

I slink along the dark alleys and soon find myself standing in front of the forest. The one that I know from heart.  I take of running.

 

Molding into the early spring ground. Carried by the wind and gentle sway of nature. I am fast. I am part of the nature.  I am part of the world.

 

The soft grass is soft against my legs. The mud soft under my shoes. I love nature. It is how I am what I’m all about. Without these woods I would not be alive. They have molded me into the fighter I am today.

 

I come into the familiar clearing and spot the small tucked away cottage. I step into the house and see him sitting on the couch. The cottage is simple and has a small fire place in the living room. There are a few chairs and there is the kitchen. My room very small and is down a small hallway. We get by, but only because I have to hunt and gather for us. There is no other way to get food. He is not allowed into town.  

 

I meet his eyes and nod my head at him telling him that the job is done. He has a peculiar look to him. From his bright red hair to his light blue eyes. He is a very brut mig muscles and wide shoulders. Clob has never really been all that mean. The only time that we talk is when he trains me or gives me a target. The rest I have to figure out on my own. That’s the way it has been. Walking past him I head to my room. I never eat after I take down a target. It has always been my way of giving back to nature.

 

I make it to my room and drop my belt that has very many daggers and swords in it. I crawl into bed and close my eyes. I hardly sleep, I lay there and listen to all the things around me. How can I sleep when I have all the people in my mind? When I know that I was the last one to look into her eyes.

 

I know all too well that they deserve it. I deserve it to, I’ just waiting until they find someone to come and hunt me down. To be that last one to look into my eyes. To have me haunt them everytime that they close my eyes.