I Write Sins Not Tragedies

Hi, I'm Lindsay. I'm twenty. I was adopted at age two. I like to do all the stuff normal girls do for fun. But my job isn't exactly normal... I'm an assassin. I've been one since I was twelve. So, yes, I'm an experienced killer. My next target: Louis Tomlinson.


8. El's assassination

Out of all the occupations I had to fake, I was stuck being a waitress. At some stupid party. My target was some random chick named Eleanor. I decided to do it tonight, with a very simple weapon. Poison. But of course, with my luck, as soon as I poor the poison in a drink, I walk by them, offering them a drink, and a blonde girl takes the drink. I ended up running into her just to save her life. Then I had to go put the poison in another drink and offer it to Eleanor. Luckily, she took it so I didn't have to knock it out of someone else's hands too. I quickly left before I had to see her die and was done with it. It was so much easier than past assassinations where I used knives, guns, or even the occasional bow and arrow.

I soon wake to find myself wet and a very concerned looking Louis standing above me holding a bucket. So I kinda had a dream of what happened to Eleanor. Sadly it was all true. I killed my target's girlfriend... well that's awkward. "Lindsay? What's wrong?" Louis asked me. "I'm wet," I replied, as if that's the answer to anything. "No, why did you run off like that?" "I remember I had to go... because... I had to train. Yeah, I had to train because I'm running a marathonnext month... so I guess I was dehydrated," I shrugged. "Um... okay..." he said, obviously doubting me. "You alright now?" I asked him. He chuckled, "I should be asking you the same thing." "That never answered my question." "Nor did you answer mine," he shot back. "Yes, I'm fine. Are you?" "I guess I'll survive," he said with a small frown witch quickly he went away. He's always happy,even when he's sad. I don't get it.

He held his hand out witch I accepted and he pulled me up. I thanked himand we began our walk home. Once we did, all the boys rushed to give me a group hug. "We thought someone kidnapped you!" Niall said. I chuckled. "I'm fine Niall. It would ne harder to kidnap me than you think," I infirmed him. "Oh really?" Harry smirked. I sent him a questioning look and somehow, at the exact same time, they ran up to me trying to engulf me in a group hug. I dove to the floor, seeing them all hit there heads, then quickly got up and dove for the instigator of it all. I tackled Harry and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back, all with ease.

"Yes, really. Now quit squirming. The more you move the more it hurts," I told him and looked up to see the rest of them staring at me, wide-eyed. I smirked. "Told ya," I said releasing Harry and watching him rub his wrist where I was holding him. "Um... wanna watch a film?" I asked, trying to erase the awkward silence and the amazed glances at me. "C'mom! It's not like you've never seen a girl beat up Hazz before, it seems like it would happen a lot," I joked. "Hey!" Harry said. "Is for horses," I finished him. "Yeah let's watch a film!" Liam agreed after another long silence.
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