I walked along the boardwalk, wondering about the woods. My life is a strange one, being an assassin isn't always easy you know. Going from job to job, town to town. To most I seem like a heartless cruel being, but really it's just my job.
I have been assigned to many jobs over the years. Anything from a civilian to a president. I have 100% mission accuracy, never letting my feelings get in the way of a fresh killing. Being the world's only 18 year old assassin I take my job very seriously.
I stop and look out over the water, the smell of vegetation hitting my nose. I am out here waiting for a phone call from my next client. My boss Thomas said that the strange was so secretive he wouldn't even say his name. I wonder what my next job will be like. What will my next victim's scream of death sound like?
I licked my dry cracked lips, the sun is starting to set. Colors of pink and purple dance around in knots of twisted light. They ducked beneath the trees on the horizon as the sun went down more. Where is that phone call already? I thought. I pursed my lips and set my jaw. If this mysterious new client doesn't call soon I'm leaving.
As if planned my phone rang, the death march, it's the ring of a new client. "Hello?" I answer in a deep monotone voice. "Hello is this Faith Prior?" Said a male voice, I knew it from somewhere. The voice seemed middle-aged and it had a slight northern variation of a British accent. Weird I usually don't do out of country jobs.
"Yes it is and to whom am I speaking with?" I ask with a flat tone in my voice. "This is Simon Cowell and I have a job for you." I think for a moment. Simon Cowell is a famous music producer, why in God's name would he need an assassin? "And what exactly is the deed you wish me to do?" I inquire, my voice becoming shaky. I don't like where this is headed.
"I need you assassinate a troublesome pop star," he says, his voice flat and cold. "Who is it?" I ask my hand start to shake more and more until I can barely hold a phone any more. "Harry Styles, I need you to eliminate Harry Styles," he spat, as if I was already supposed to know.
I stood a moment trying to process what Simon just said. Harry? It just doesn't make sense. I choked on my own spit, "Why does Harry need to be eliminated?" I could barely spit out the words. I hardly ever get death wishes for famous people, especially not pop stars like Harry Edward Styles.
"I recently found out that Harry is selling Syco Records' information to other record companies all over the world and he's been doing it since day one." Simon answered clearly upset about his own words. He completely through the words at my heart ripping it to shreds.
Oh dear God why me? Why did have to get this job? "Why do you have to use me? I mean you get someone with more-" he cut me off, "You are the closest to Harry's young age that I could find, I thought it would be the easiest for you to get close to Harry." I didn't answer to that for awhile. I just thought. He expects me to get close and then kill Harry, I already know that I won't be able to do it.
But I don't quit that easily, "I'll do it Simon," I say with a pinch of pride in my toned voice. "Good, in exactly 24 hours meet me at London Central Airport for the rest of you mission." Wait a minute. The rest? "See you then," Simon added just before the line cut.
I stood staring out over the water a moment before heading back the way I came. The wooden planks moaned at my brisk pace, but I didn't slow down. I had a new mission and it was the toughest one yet...