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Fated
prologue Hey, my name is Akame Kuri. Yes, I know it’s a weird name but it’s the name I was given at five years old by the institute. Now the institute is a big organisation that advertises different small businesses over Tokyo, so why did they give me a new name? I can answer that one easy. The institutes full title is the institute of Chinmoku assassination training facility. T.I.O.C for short. And yes, you heard right, assassins. The institute is an underground part of the government that no one knows about. Remember when you were five years old and you had to do that weird exam week full of practical assessments and problem-solving issues? That was the institutes way of finding kids to kidnap and train. I was one of those kids so if you didn’t pass you should be happy… this is no life I would have chosen for anyone. Anyway, moving on. The institute doesn’t only train assassins they send them out on missions and give them contracts and I can guarantee every one of the assassins have been experimented on. I know I have. I was made a half breed between a witch and a vampire don’t ask me how I have no idea I was five and unconscious for most of it. The training was hard and painful I can tell you now. But I got my first contract at the age of ten, an old couple who owed a lot of money to the institute. I mean it’s not like I can refuse they have my twin sister captive so I did what any sibling would do. I took my poisoned katana and I went and killed the old couple. I cried so much that night but Its al part of the job. After that the killing came easier. Deep breath, get in, kill, get out. Soon enough I became the institutes youngest assassin and the best in the country. I never really thought of morals or why the institute wanted people dead its all part of the job so I did what I had to. That was until my recent contract.
By Anna James5 years ago in Criminal
A London Night
The city’s tall buildings engulfed the skyline as I drive, an honour which didn’t feel like much of one in these trying times. London had fallen, at least as an economic power and the pound would get you half of your journey as the price of a ticket on the underground had risen. The blotches of colour that the sun brought at night were the only comfort and similarity that rose from the churn of the now quiet city.
By Charlie Alexander Beaumont5 years ago in Criminal
Getting Out - Part One
Jim woke up with a jolt and stared at his beige ceiling. He turned to his left and stared at his beige wall for a bit before deciding to get out of his cream coloured bed and pad over to his crisp white computer. Boring. Life was just so boring.
By Sophie J. Clark5 years ago in Criminal
Empty Angel
The music is playing loudly and people are crowding around the house drinking and having a good time. Lilly Rowley is dressed in a baby blue ankle-length dress with white low-heeled shoes. Her hair is pulled back in a loose-fitting bun at the nape of her neck. Her baby blue eyes are searching the crowd in hopes of finding her three best friends Jessica, Angie, and Brittany. Finally, she spots them leaning against the wall talking and laughing.
By Melissa Nestico5 years ago in Criminal
The Emancipation of Collette Martin - Part 5
FBI HQ – Las Vegas, Nevada October 16th, 1968 Special Agent Davis and Special Agent Henderson sit behind a long white table in the headquarters conference room. “Hey, Dale didn’t you bring your yarn and frills to fiddle with?” Special Agent Henderson shoots Davis an icy stare. “No Collin, I left it back at the hotel.” Davis lightly smacks Henderson against the arm and laughs. The sound of the heavy wooden door opening has both men quickly rise from their seats. A skinny balding man enters the room and nods at both men. He motions for them to sit and all three men slide down in their respective chairs in unison.
By Ashley McGuire5 years ago in Criminal
The Emancipation of Collette Martin - Part 4
“Hey, can you give me a hand?” Collette struggles while pulling the body of an obese man from the driver’s seat of a dark green crew cab truck. Ben stands at the edge of the road nervously looking back and forth watching for other drivers. He slowly turns and walks over to the truck. He grabs the silk pantyhose that is wrapped around the man’s neck and tugs with all his strength. The body doesn’t budge. Frustrated, he places his hands around the man’s head and begins to pull. Collette grabs the now bluish-green arm of the dead man and leans back while pulling. A sudden loud pop and the head detaching from the spine sends Ben flying back and onto his bottom. Collette bends down slightly and looks in the cab, “There I see the problem. His large belly is getting caught on the steering wheel.” Ben struggles to his feet and looks back at the red town car they left together in from the diner. The front tire shredded from running over an unfortunate armadillo. Ben turns his attention back to the dead fat man and sees Collette pulling a large knife from her purse. She places the blade on the man’s large belly and gives a wink at Ben.
By Ashley McGuire5 years ago in Criminal
The Emancipation of Collette Martin - Part 3
Cincinnati Ohio – October 2nd, 1968 FBI Special Agent Collin Davis walks down the brightly lit hallway of the District 5 Cincinnati Police station. He passes several male officers who are clean-cut and look like they just graduated from High School. He hears them whispering as he turns and knocks on the door of Cincinnati Police Chief, Stanley Buck. A loud, “Enter” beckons from the other side of the door. Special Agent Davis turns the doorknob slowly and opens it slightly. He slides in and shuts the door quickly. Chief Buck stands slowly with a nervous grin on his chubby face. He reaches his hand out offering a friendly, but professional greeting. Special Agent Davis extends his hand and grabs the sweaty palm of the Chief. He lets go immediately and wipes the residual moist onto his pants. The Chief motions for him to sit, but Davis continues to stand. “So, what brings the Feds to come visit me on this fine Wednesday morning?” Davis clears his throat loudly and straightens his tie, “ I am here to discuss the bank fire from four weeks ago and the residential fire from last week. I believe they are related in some way.” The Chief leans forward, a concerned grimace spreads across his face. “Do you know the whereabouts of Mrs. Collette Martin?”
By Ashley McGuire5 years ago in Criminal
The Emancipation of Collette Martin - Part 2
“Direct from our newsroom in New York City, this is D.E.F News with Richard Cronenberg.” Collette Martin sits upright on her cherry-red loveseat devouring a mixing bowl full of vanilla ice cream. Her nightgown is heavily stained from not being washed in weeks. She brings the heaping spoon towards her mouth and the melting contents plop down on her chest. “Dang it!” She scoops the mess up with her fingers and into her mouth.
By Ashley McGuire5 years ago in Criminal
The Emancipation of Collette Martin - Part 1
An average looking woman with an average shaped body leans against a marble post smoking a cigarette. She is so unexceptional that no one notices the bulging tan bowling bag lying next to her feet. Her light brown eyes scan the lobby of Oakwood National Bank. Happily married couples sit side by side discussing mortgage loans with their plump and grumpy male lenders. Male tellers are discussing the outcome of the Cincinnati Reds game the night before. It was a shame Pete Rose had to miss the All-Star Game. A tall blonde with a nice bust comes prancing over to the woman. "Mr. Montgomery will see you now." The average woman smirks and drops the half-finished cigarette on the marble floor. She gently snuffs the life out of it with the heel of her cherry bomb Mary Janes. She lifts the bowling bag struggling to keep it up and follows the blonde to an open office.
By Ashley McGuire5 years ago in Criminal
