The Assassins: Peruvian Lilies

Chapter One-Janelle

It was nighttime in a busy city. Below many cars crisscrossed each other at breakneck speed, making the roads a sea of quick tempoed lights.

On a roof top of one of the many tall buildings was a red haired girl, reclining leisurely on an armchair with her legs crossed on a little stool.

She was about 16 -17. She had jewel green eyes and her silken red hair was tied in sleek ponytail. She had on a black jacket over a black long-sleeved shirt and black leather trousers. She also wore white sneakers with graffiti designs on them.

On one hand she held a small gun with a silencer. Beside her was a table filled with sweets and bullets. Directly opposite her were seven targets.

She raised the gun and shot at one.

Bullseye.

She shot at another.

Perfect again.

As she aimed for the third target, she spoke, "I know you're there, now why don't you tell me what you want?"

Out of the shadows emerged a boy her age. He had coal black hair, green eyes and cappuccino skin. He was of average height and lean. He was wearing a white baggy tee shirt and black jeans. Smiling, he scratched his head.

"Hey Jay, how're you doing?"

"I asked what you wanted."

His smile faded.

"I want you to go to school with me" he said in all seriousness.

"Ha!" she laughed without mirth "I thought you'd given up on that. You know I will never..."

"And you know I'll never stop persisting till you do!" He burst out. Sighing, he continued talking as he walked towards her "Janelle, you know murder is against the law. You could get arrested for this."

"I only kill crooks. The police would be glad I'm doing them a favor."

"Don't gimme that!" he shouted and slammed his hands on the table. We both know what's going to happen if you get caught...I don't want to see the day get jailed and possibly hanged or shot. I scares me to think of it."

She looked up sharply. The boy staring down at her was her best friend and perhaps her only friend in this fiendish world.

Janelle had been trained from birth as an assassin by the man who had adopted her. She was called 'The Walking Death' by other girls The Man adopted and trained.

When she was eight, she had saved Dael from an enemy assassin whom she had killed with his own gun. The grateful boy had struck up a friendship which had lasted and grown into a strong bond treasured by both friends, something she had never been able to have with anyone else.

When she was twelve, The Man left the girls to their own fate as they were all double to Triple S in rank. At first, the girls stuck together, but they soon had a fallout and went their own ways.

The names of the girls were; Gina, Rose, Jean, Janelle, and Mitchel.

Of the five, Gina was killed in an operation and Rose was in prison. Only Mitchel, Jean and Janelle remained.

Janelle stood up and faced Dael squarely. She looked him in the eye for a time, then shrugged nonchalantly.

"Okay. I'll go to school if you wish." She agreed. "But who'd register me, I have no guardian."

Dael looked elated. "Great! My parents have already agreed to register you, so just come to our place."

Janelle sat back down and picked up her gun. She shot at another target.

"Alright," she said "I'll be there tomorrow morning." She looked at him. "Happy now?"

"Extremely" he replied before leaving.

Janelle shot the last four targets simultaneously. She smiled.

...----------------...

STATUS INFO;

NAME: JANELLE