Nyla walked away from the debris of a building on fire, looking back at the crowd of people forming at the entrance. She pulled out her I phone and pressed the number one. 'Crap!', she thought, 'I lost my pink jelly cover.' She thought back to see if anything could tie her to the cellphone case. After coming up with nothing, she put the phone back to her ear, satisfied.
"Hello??" a raspy voice asked from the phone. Nyla winced at what the combination of cigars and cheap wine had done to his voice, "congratulations on your accomplishments. You did well."
"Cut the crap!" Nyla said. " I'm done doing all of your dirty work.
The voice on the other end of the receiver chuckled, " Oh are you? You must be mistaken. You see, if you were to quit, you know the consequences. Oh and by the way, next time you complete a mission, make sure you pack a set of clothes that can't be so easily recognized outside of the building."
Nyla looked around warily for a hint of him, " You're hear? Where are you?" She turned around and looked back at the building. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a black limousine with darkly tinted windows. She turned and started slowly easing towards it.
"That's of no concern right now. All that you need to know is that I'm watching. I'm always watching. But let's talk about you. What's happening to your touch? You're supposed to be the best of the best. What did they call you? Triple X?"
"I'm retired!" Nyla snapped. "I quit that game long ago, or didn't you know?"
" An assassin never retires. They are always in danger. You thought that just because you said you wanted nothing more to do with it that you were off the hook? No such luck. That's what got you in this situation now, chickadee."
Nyla looked in her phone screen at the reflection of the limo. She was now within jumping distance of the car. "You leave me alone. I won't do it anymore."
"Oh really?" the voice said sarcastically, " and I'll make a trip to the FBI. Let them know who was behind all those murders last year. you were lucky to get out with your life. I'm pretty sure they would enjoy a nice little tip about the leak they had. You're not going to quit, and you know it. Your next target will be attending a wedding at the Plaza hotel two weeks from now. What are you waiting for? Get on top of your game."
Nyla turned around quickly and glared at the limo behind her. She ran after it, just as it sped off. She looked around quickly for any available transportation. She ran over and hopped on a guy's motorcycle and pulled off after the limo. "I'll give it back!!"she yelled behind her. The limo rounded the corner into a dead end. Nyla followed them. The limo stood at the wall, and sped towards her. She jumped off the bike, narrowly missing being hit. The limo sped past her, hitting the bike, which burst into flames. Nyla punched the ground and cursed to herself. She stood up, but fell back down to the ground when she felt the agonizing pain that was throbbing through her leg. Slowly, she limped back to the car lot. The man she took the motorcycle from stood there, stunned. "Sorry about your bike," Nyla said. She gave him a wad of cash and got into her car. On the dashboard was a post it note. It read:

I feel like you need some help, so I'll send it to you. I can't risk you leaving.

Nyla threw it out the window and turned the car on, making her way home.
Within five minutes, she had made her way to the small apartment she kept during missions. She limped up the stairs and passed Mrs. Keeter, her next door neighbor." You done hurt yourself?" she asked.
"Yes Mrs. Keeter. It'll be fine in the morning though."
"You put some ice on that leg."
"Yes Mrs. Keeter."
Nyla opened the door to her apartment, and threw the keys on the counter next to her stove. She pulled off her jacket and dropped it on the floor. Pausing, she looked at the jacket on the kitchen floor. It wasn't familiar. It was made of leather, something Nyla despised. She picked it up with two fingers and carried it to her trashcan. In her kitchen, the sink was piled with dishes, and their was food on the floor. Nyla pulled off her shoes and looked around her apartment. Bathroom, check. Kitchen, check. Hall, check. Office, check. She dismissed the feeling, and walked to her bedroom, pulling her hair up into a ponytail. Pausing in her doorway, she looked into her bedroom and screamed. In her bed was a man, tall with brown hair and purple eyes. "Get out of my house, or I'll call the police!"Nyla screamed.
"Whoa, sister, you need to calm down," he said. He stood up and signaled that he wasn't holding anything.
Nyla pulled out the gun she always kept and aimed it at him," Who are you?" she asked.
"Just hired help," he said, "My names Kiz."
"Get out of here or I'll shoot you!"
"You won't really shoot me," Kiz said. He walked slow towards her and tried to pull the gun away. Nyla closed her eyes, pointed the gun down, and shot. Kiz screamed in agony and fell.
"You shot me!" he said.
"I told you I would!"Nyla said. She took out her phone and dialed one without taking the gun off Kiz. " Who is this man in my house?" she asked the man. " I want him out!"
"He's there, so deal with it." The phone line clicked off. Nyla put her phone back in her pocket and looked at Kiz.
"Look," she said, " I know you've been hired, but your'e going to have to leave here. If you choose not to leave, I'll make sure you regret it."
Kiz smirked, " Well you're just going to have to deal with me."
"I though you'd say that," Nyla said. She flipped the pistol and whacked Kiz in the back of the head with it. He fell forward on his face. Nyla took out her penknife and dug the bullet out of his leg. Then she wrapped a piece of cloth around it and tied it very tightly. She dragged him into the closet and locked him in it. " I need a drink," she said to herself. Kiz moaned from the closet. Nyla put walked to the kitchen and fixed herself a glass of water. When she walked back to her room, Kiz was pounding on the closet door. She put her iPod in, drank her water, and got in her bed. Her leg pounded and was beginning to go numb "I'll deal with it in the morning," she said half to herself, and closed her eyes.


I hope everyone likes it. I'm trying to motivate myself to finish it, so I'll post it on here regularly. If you think it needs some improvement, please tell me.:)

Nyla woke to the steady pounding from inside her closet door. The sunlight filtered through the magenta blinds cover and cast a reddish light over her face.She sighed as she fell out of bed, stumbled to the closet door, and yanked the door open. "Okay, Okay. I'll let you out," she said. She walked away from the closet door and left Kiz scrambling to get out. He glared at her while he unwrapped the cloth from around his bandaged leg. Nyla looked at him and snorted. "Get over it, kiddo. It's your price to pay for sneaking into my house." She started rummaging through her drawer for something to wear.
"I was sent here," Kiz spit," You were being vicious when you shot me in my leg." Nyla shrugged at him and pulled a shirt over her head. Kiz limped over to the window and sat down on the ledge.
"Don't get too comfortable," Nyla said, " We've got somewhere to be." She pulled up some blue jeans and buttoned on a jacket. Tying her hair back into a ponytail, she peeped back at Kiz to see what he was doing. Watching him pick gingerly at his sore, she stifled a laugh and turned back around. "Relax, you wimp. It's not even that deep," she said," I made that gun myself. If the bullet went deep enough to hurt you, then you would be dead by now. It's mostly for intimidation." She put on some flat shoes and tapped her foot impatiently. " I hope you have some money."
"Yeah, I do. What are we doing? Are we going to scout out the enemy, today?"
"I am, you're going to the store to buy some normal clothes. I can't have you looking like the obvious assassin. We'd both get killed."
"Why am I going to the store?" Kiz babbled, " I've got just enough credit as an assassin as you, if not more. I'm not going to hang around stores at your command like some little bauble."
"Whatever..."
Kiz looked at her, confused, and spied to tattoo on her hand. It was three X's in black with a blood red outline.
"You're Stellar, the world's best assassin. Why didn't you say so?"
Nyla sighed, and looked back at him, " Because I quit long ago."
"Why did you quit."
Nyla paused and looked at the window like the memory was too much. " I just got tired of it. The death was too much." Kiz stayed quiet, hoping for her to elaborate.

It was a Friday. I remember it because It was just after Aminos, the holiday celebrated by all of my people. Aminos is when all those who are well-trained enough to survive as an assassin in the real world are released from the academy. Every year, I go back to the academy to visit that school. It was only one day after one of the most important assassinations of my life, the opposing country's president, whose name I am not allowed to give up. The sky was dark, darker than it has ever been before, and the whole school was thrown in a dismal purpe light. Thunder shook the entire school, and he walked in. His hair was long and black with an oily sheen. It was pulled back into a long ponytail behind him. As I walked by the door, he glanced at me and smirked. After a talk with the principal, he came out of the office. The principle called me into the office to tell me. The man had asked for someone for a job, the best, inface, and I was recommended. He told me that the pay would be gret, but the risk would be greater. Not one to turn down a challenge, I said yes. The day I went after the target was all wrong. I knew that I should have waited, but for some reason I was uncomfortable with him. I was suspicious of him even then, Nyla smirked. When I got to the room, I did like I usually do. Hang around in a corner. Wait for the victim to get ready for sleep. Spiral from the ceiling with my heel forward to avoid eyesight. A kick to the back of the neck, and its broken. However, something was different about the time. The person died too easily. I turned him over and saw that he was only a child. He couldn't have been any more that fifteen years old. I ran outside into the rain; it was raining by then, and vomited. I went home without going back to the school, and I vowed never again.

Nyla looked over at Kiz, who was looking at her with a blank expression. She threw a jacket at him and stood up. " Time to go. We haven't got all day." She walked out the door and jogged down the stairs. She walked out of the door into the sunlit street. People passed by in mobs without ever looking at her. Nyla grinned, happy to be back in her neighborhood, and walked down the street. She quickly got out her cell phone and punched in the Plaza hotel for a nearby location. Grinning, she read the article on the nearest hotel. Looking up at the signs, she surveyed her location, and started sprinting to the Main-place Plaza, which would be several feet in front of the Plaza hotel. Dodging trees and people, she stopped at the Main-place Plaza and looked at the hotel. Standing in front of the door were two security guards, big buff guys with headsets connected. Nyla surreptitiously glanced about to see if there were any unguarded entrances. Spotting a side railing connected to a slim window, she walked purposefully to the building next to the Plaza Hotel. Nyla walked inside the building and heading for the bathroom, muttering about public facilities to appease the receptionist sitting right in front of the door. She went in the rest room and locked the door behind her and turned toward the window. Nyla gasped and placed a hand over her nose to avoid the smell that the toilet was emitting. She closed the lid on it and flushed it. " God," she muttered," Do they ever clean this place?" with her hand still over her nose. She slid the window open and peered out the side for a hold. The side railing was a bit of a jump away, but she stepped on the ledge anyway and prepared to jump. Saying a quick prayer in her mind, Nyla jumped and extended her legs out to catch herself. She landed on the edge of the railing and wobbled a little bit before falling over on her hands. " Ouch. I've gotten out of practice." She quickly opened the window for the Plaza hotel and looked around to see if anyone had seen her. After making sure she hadn't been captured, she slid inside the window and closed the door. She found herself in a highly decorated room with a lush green carpet. In the center of the room stood a huge desk obviously made of mahogany and waxed every day. Behind it was an ergonomic black leather chair. On top of the desk stood a vase with a single black rose inside of it. Nyla carefully sidled up to the desk and touched the rose. The petals wiggled precariously, and Nyla backed away from it. Suddenly, she heard voices at the door. She dove under the desk, just as a man and a woman walked into the room. From her place under the desk, Nyla looked through the cracks to see who they were. The man was tall and dark-skinned with dark brown hair. His eyes were a striking green, and his face was creased with laugh lines. Beside him stood a very serious-looking woman. Her skin was pale and blotched with freckles. She looked very much as if she had been arguing with someone, for her hair was in a tight bun, but there were a few strings hanging out and one plastered to her forehead.
"I don't care how much it would cost," she said, " I want security posted at all potential entrances. Two men at least. We are having a very prestigious wedding in a few days. Do you know how many people would come here if the wedding were a success?" The man looked at her with a worried expression, and started to say something, but the woman continued to talk. "Mr. Warren, we simply cannot have this end in disaster." Here she lowered her voice to a whisper." My sources have informed me that a very sinister character is intending to make an attempt at one of the spectators lives on this wedding day. I need to be prepared so as not to lose my job." She placed some papers on the desk and placed a hand on Mr. Warrens shoulders." I understand that this will come from your check and will be a significant cut, but if this wedding is a success, then you will be paid in full for your sacrifice, and you shall get a bonus. Is that perfectly clear?"
"Yes Mrs. Cardinal," Mr. Warren said dejectedly. Mrs. Cardinal escorted Mr. Warren out of the room, talking all the way. Nyla eased out from under the desk with a wary eye on the door and glanced at the papers. They were copies of blueprints with all openings to the building highlighted. Nyla took out her phone and snapped a copy of it on a picture. She walked back to the window and prepared to jump. A single voice came from behind her, and she slid back under the desk. She rubbed her knee vigorously, massaging a carpet burn and watched as Mrs. Cardinal took the blueprints back with her. She paused and peered down at the desk and picked up something. Nyla mentally cursed herself as she saw what was obviously a piece of her hair, deep brown. Mrs. Cardinal walked to the window and opened it. She looked outside of it and peered to the left and the right. Nyla held her breath as she eased the chair upwards a little more to conceal her body. Mrs. Cardinal snapped the window shut and locked it. She walked out the room and tucked the papers in her pocket, locking the door behind her. Nyla let out a breath of relief. She went over to the window and unlocked it and hopped out. Closing it behind her, she pulled out her keys and gently stroked them against the magnet from her purse. Then she placed them against the window and turned the keys slightly. The bolt from the window locked. Nyla jumped down to the ground with a quick leap after checking for people, and ran all the way back to her apartment.


Second Chapter Done!!:) Still have got to think of a name, though.:sweat: I'll get it by the next chapter.

Hi, Yugiohlover! Making a new thread for each new chapter in your story is considered unnecessary, so I've merged your two chapters together into one thread. Please post all future chapters to this story in this thread. :)