Assassin Hero

A very short story from a girl, Ira's P.O.V. tells a quick scene of one of her many assignments. This is my first piece of writing on this site so it is more experimental.

The gun kicks twice in my hand, ending two lives, quick and easy.

A heavy whump and a sharp crack and another ended.

A dull shink and yet another.

I could do this all day. Hell, I’ve been doing it my whole life. I was made to do this. Born into it.

Static fills my earpiece followed by dry clapping.

“Well done.”

“Do not congratulate me on such a mundane task,” I reply, just as dryly.

“Mundane, is it?”

“It’s what you’ve made it.”

A chuckle. “Very well. Finish the job. When you are done, report back. After that, you are dismissed.”

Dislodging the earpiece, I hurdle it at an oncoming guard. He chokes on it, and lies still after a few minutes. Or what I assume would be a few minutes. By then, I am already making my way toward the center of the building, where the main target is. With orders not to leave a trace, I hit two more square in the chest, straight through the heart. Now without ammo, I rely on my superhuman strength to finish the rest. My knife would leave too much blood.

Light as ever and without a sound, I dart around the corner leaping at the last moment. I land on the first man, twisting his head quick. Cannonballing onto the second behind him, I land with my legs wrapped around his neck. Again, a quick twist and he falls on his back. Vaulting off his shoulders while he falls, I continue my way around the corner.

The chamber awaits me, like a queen bee’s nest. I don’t hesitate to open the door. He expects me, but can do nothing.

“Ira, my girl. Come to finish the job, have you?”

“Just another assignment.”

A pause. His eyes twinkle as he evaluates me. I’m not sure what I see. I take it as pity, a bittersweet pride, and much wisdom.

“Tell me, do see yourself as a villain or a hero?”

He is stalling.

The slightest movement of my wrist and the knife buries itself in his throat.

Of course I am the hero.

At least from what I think of myself.

To most, I am the villain, no doubt. And the man on the speaker, their hero.

Author's Note

Hi Everyone! This is my first attempt at posting my work online so I have no idea how it will go, but I do hope it goes well. Just a note for younger readers: this is a piece about a girl killing people, so if you are disturbed by pitiless death, I would not recommend it, but there is no blood or gore specifically mentioned. I would greatly appreciate it if you could please comment and/or give some constructive criticism.
Thank you and enjoy!!


Just some quick info about me:
I am fourteen and am currently homeschooled, but was attending OCSA for Creative Writing for a short while. I love writing and reading, as they are a way to relieve my stress :). I am typically more skilled at writing action (both as stories and screenplays) and dark poems rather than love stories or comedy.

Genre: Action

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