Life of a Little Killer : Chapter 1
#2 of Life of a Little Killer
Uhh... do you guys even read these?
The Arrival
I finally arrived in North Carolina, it's a sunny day today when I got out of the airport building. I walked to the phone booth to call Ian to pick me up, as on cue a black sports car pulled up. Without thinking I knew who this is, Ian, the only one I know with a Toyota FT-HS Hybrid. I walked over and got into the seat beside the drivers, I looked over to my servant and best friend who has pretty much not changed since I last saw him. Ian is a black cat with the yellow eyes most cats have, he has a runners build from the constant exercises he did. I rescued Ian from a mafia group a while back in Italy, since then he always been loyal to me, but that is a story for another time. Ian is wearing a yellow t-shirt and blue jeans, for being 36 right now he still has his looks, which is obvious from the looks lots of the women is giving him outside the car. As the car moved I threw my bag in front of me on my lap.
"Master Chester, It seems like you blew up another hotel room, I have warned you about doing that haven't I?" Ian said with a sigh. "If you keep this up there will be no hotel in this world with a room that has no atom resistance film on their walls and furniture."
"Ian its to get rid of the evidence I might have left behind, it wouldn't be nice if the government come knocking on my door right?" I answered, this conversation seems all too familiar to me now.
"I still don't see the reason how blow up the whole room, and I doubt they suspect a thirteen year old to kill someone" Ian said. "But I am in service to you, and you did order me to open a room for you."
"And I thank you for that Ian, without you I wouldn't be able to do half of the stuff I do" I said enthusiastically
"Like blow a hotel room" muttered Ian so I wouldn't hear, but I heard him anyways.
I just gave him my best little boy smile, and ended it.
The rest of the car ride was silent, Ian like me, isn't really a social person. I never knew why, but I guess that's why me and him are so alike. The car came to a halt as it parked in front of a building, sorry did I say building? Its actually a mansion. I got out and looked at the mansion, I cant say that I am not impressed but I guess I should have a smaller house. But since my target is a kid, I guess the first way of getting close to the kid is to impress him, of course with my large temporary house. The house is like one of those houses you see in movies with all the rich people, It is painted white and has 5 visible windows in the front.
As I walked in Ian carried my bag in which is little, since I never liked to buy clothes. I took my shoes off and let my foot paws touch the tiled floor, I shivered as the cold floor touched my bare feet. I never liked to wear shoes, but society seems to think its weird for someone to not wear shoes and draws attention onto you. The tiled floors are black and white checkered, The stairs are covered in a carpet located at the left of the entrance going upstairs to the second floor. I walked up stairs to the master bedroom, I walked inside and see a bed which could fit at least 4 people in it. Why would I want a large bed? Well, that's what I get for picking Ian as the house decorator. The walls in my room are white, fully white, including the fur carpet that covered the whole floor. Of coarse the fur is fake, I never found a liking of killing animals, considering that my ancestors are one too.
"Like your room?" Ian asked as he entered the room.
"Of coarse Ian" I said with a slight smile. "Did you set up the fake identities yet?"
"Yes sir" Ian said. " You are the heir of a very rich family, You go by the name Chester ReinHart, right now at the age 13, your parents are always on business trips so they wont be around, I am hired by your dad as a butler my name is Ian Roger."
"How about the school?" I asked
"That is also prepared, you will be starting school tomorrow, I also got the information on the target from the D.M.A., apparently your target is male going by the name Ren Milford, he is of age 13 like you, he is born here in North Carolina in May 2 1994 he is one month older then you."
"Well... it seems like we are prepared, how did the trade go for the identities?"
"I bribed someone in the government with some money, and it happens to be the person is a old friend of mine so the transaction was successful."
"Hrmm... if we knew that a friend of yours is in the government, we would have a easier time in the past."
"Touché" Ian said blankly.
I giggled, It always seem funny when Ian said things like that with a expressionless face. Ian smiled as I laughed out loud, my laughter echoed throughout the large empty house.
"Why don't you use the house your client has prepared for you?"
"Because that place might be bugged all over the place, I don't want to live there" I said remembering the last time he used a house the client offered him.
Few minutes later Ian had to go buy some supplies like tooth brush, tooth paste, and other things. I soon got bored and left a note on the table incase Ian gets back from shopping. I strapped my blade above my tail and concealed it under my shirt, since I cant be too cautious. As I walked down the cement side walk I checked my digital watch for the time and date, August 23rd, 4:45 PM. I haven't had lunch yet I thought to myself as I hear my stomach growl, at the corner of my eyes I see a café. I walked toward the café hoping for something good to eat, I went inside and sat in a table. The place was ordinary; brown walls, and the smell of coffee and other things I know very well. The server came and asked me my drink and gave me a menu, I ordered cold milk and the server went off to get me my order. After one minute of waiting the server came back with a glass of milk in her hands, as the server sat down my drink I looked up to her and said thanks. I ordered some kind of cake at the end, I love sweets but eating too much gives me headaches, so I might get the leftovers to-go for Ian. After 30 minutes of eating cake while staring off into space, I began realizing how stupid I am looking right now. I paid the check, got the leftover cake in a to-go box, and left.
I got home at midnight, some how I was lost and end up asking a bunch of people for my way home and took hours to find my way home. I got in the house and saw Ian on the couch.
"You have been out so long that I almost called the cops to look for you" Ian said
"Ha ha... I am sorry Ian, I don't know why it is but I wanted to take a detour to explore the place".
"Huh really? Are you sure you are not lost for the past 5 hours or so?"
"Ian, I am a assassin... I DON'T get lost. What made you think I got lost?"
"Hmm oh really?" Ian eyed me suspiciously
"Of course!! (Lie) " I said blushing
"Just remember that you have school tomorrow, and is that cake in the box?"
"Yeah, its left over's from a café I thought you'll like some"
"Of course I would like some!!"
And that's how the day ended. I laid on my bed in my boxers wondering how the day would go tomorrow. Maybe I finally get to experience what I always wanted to experience, a normal life.
Well... C&C please (Comments & Crits). There might be some edges I need to trim... so all comments are helpful.