One Small Deed

Nicole sat up in her draggy, cardboard-like bed and let her cherry red hair flail over her face. She walked gloomily over to her mailbox where she knew some poor persons coordinates would be waiting. Why was she an assassin? Why did her familys job have to get passed down to her? Why not her brother, he was much more emotionless? This job was slowly ripping her apart. But of course, no one could know how she felt. She would be dead in minutes. She walked the short, narrow hallway of her stubby apartment to her little GPS tracker this business doesnt pay well to type in the numbers. Still partially asleep, she typed in the numbers 21, 78. Nothing happened. She typed them in again and, still, nothing. What was going on? She went to her rarely used computer and right before she typed them in she realized an odd air in the room. Before she was too groggy with sleep to notice, but now her alert, cat-like reflexes were tightening. The GPS is never wrong, it always beeps unless Oh no, she did something wrong, very wrong. Where could she go? Not her fathers, for this was his order. Not her brothers, for hes too vulnerable. All she knew was that she had to get out, for those were some poor, sad persons coordinates. They were hers. She barely packed her few clothes and knives when the first bomb went off. Her GPS was a bomb. The blow was big enough to blow a hole threw her walls; think what it couldve done to her. She was glad she put it down by the computer. They still arent done. The clean-up team will be here any minute. They will find the room body less. She grabbed all of the money she could muster and bolted through the door. If there was anything she learned while being an assassin, it was to not cause a commotion. She needed to walk, blend in with the surroundings, and make them think shes nothing, but a civilian. In the lobby of the apartment she saw a black trench coat. Theyre here!? Just walk past him, she thought, and youre nothing to him. But when she reached the door, she couldnt help, but to let out a small yelp. The trench coat. It belonged to a face, so familiar, so trusting, Jacob. They sent him here to clean up! Those sick, sick people. He turned around and saw her. He started after her at a jog. She began to run. She got out of the apartment and saw all the bikes around her. Which one was hers!? Something grabbed her arm. Not rough, like it should be, but soft, gentle even. What did he want!? We have to get out of here Nicole!? Jacob whispered. What? Why would he say that? Hes here to kill me, surely. Dont talk to me!? she screeched, I trusted you! You betrayed me. Why did he look like that!? The look in his eyes were, almost, knowing. He knew who was going to come get her!? Nicole, you dont understand! Im trying to

Stop it. she screamed, hes trying to manipulate her, Dont even try that on me! I am an assassin too you know? Ive been through the training. You cant make me think what you want Jacob! Im sorry I have to do this Nicole, truly, but I need to save you he whispered, almost as if he was going to cry. What? He lifted up a tube of ice-cream, swung it back and ~`~ She sat up with a startle. Flailing her arms and trying to find her knife under her pillow, she realized something. This isnt her house, or headquarters? Where was she? There were white walls, white sheets, white furniture black? There was a black trench coat slouching in a chair beside her. Slowly, ever so slowly, she grabbed the vase of white roses and about smashed it over Jacobs head when I wouldnt do that if I were you. He said. How dare he talk to her! He brought her to my father!? He knocked her out. She was furious. And why not, exactly? trying to keep her voice calm, So you can kill me? She was practically screaming now. You know that man you shanked yesterday? David Williams? What a stupid question, she remembers all of the people she has killed. And he knows that. What about him? she asked. Nicole, he was your father. He looked into her eyes, and she saw absolute sorrow upon a face of hatred. Her father? What are you talking about? He cant be dead, he runs the company. Why would he want to kill himse, no, She just realized her father was more like her than she realized. The evil, murderer of a man, was ripping apart too and he couldnt take it anymore. She was bound to have the same future, but now. Her father just saved her. He couldnt take it. He was killing people, and the emotions were making him sloppy, he said, echoing my thoughts. Where are we then? she demanded. She was in danger of tears now. Moscow, he looked at her. We need to disappear. Dont lie to me Jacob, she said. This is her fathers building. The whole shebang. She could tell by how precise everything was. Jacob wouldnt meet her eyes. The window, crawl out of it and run, he said at barely a whisper. Youll hear alarms. Just keep running. Youll come upon woods. Run until you meet the first cottage. Tell them Jacob Forwards sent you. You dont have to disappear. Its almost over. Then he got up and left. Jacob? she pleads, but hes gone. The room goes dark, boy does she hate the darkness. Sirens begin to blare. The window!? She crawls out in a daze. What is going on? She made it to the woods, though she didnt even remember the walk. She looked back and saw the company go up in flames.

Jacob!! she screeched. He did this? Then it really is over. Its all over, finally. ~`~three months later~`~ You have to stop crying all day! Whats in the past, stays in the past. Im all you got. Pull yourself together. You have a visitor! Mama exclaimed. In the middle of Alaska? Huh? Hes cute, too! The boy walked into the room, and smirked, I heard you missed me. Jacob she whispered. And she smiled for the first time in months.