Assassin

From Create Your Own Story

Introduction

You are dressed in black. Not leather, as it creaks when it bends. This cloth is quiet like a shadow — silent like you. It suits your body perfectly, a body that's built for movement. It's the body of a twenty-year-old girl, trained all her life to become an assassin. And it is a perfect body — it has to be. If it wasn't, you wouldn't have been chosen. And these people, they can afford to choose. For those few who know you even exist, you are known only as Whisper. You have Asian origins, but you aren't a resident of any nation.

Now is the time for your final challenge, the test to become a full member of the Guild of Assassins, which has been a secret for centuries — and so it still remains in the year of 2010. Like every assassin knows, the biggest part of an operation is the planning and preparation, and only a fraction of it is in the execution. But this time is different. This time, all you know is what you observe — you have never been in this place before, and you have never met your target who you only know by her name: Marilyn White. But you know you can do it. You are just that awesome.

You keep very good care of your body. Not just by knowing what to eat and how to exercise, but you also spend hours in front of your wall of mirrors, examining how your muscles bend and what shape they become, so that you have perfect awareness of yourself when sneaking around in the shadows.

There's no hair anywhere on your body — even your head is bald. It makes you look a bit strange without your mask, but there aren't many people who'd see you anyway. Your pussy is also cleanly shaved, which makes masturbation easier. Having an orgasm is not to have fun, but to relax and clear your mind. You tend to do it quite often before important missions.

Your breasts are a perfect B-cup, but they don't bounce much when you move. The nipples are dark red, almost brown in contrast with your pale, yellowish skin. Your mouth is narrow and your lips thick with red lipstick that also helps them to not dry up. Your eyes are brown and narrow with rather long eyelashes, but you have no eyebrows at all.

You have a clear picture of yourself in your head, especially now that you're being transported to an undefined location somewhere in the world, locked into a pitch black box. You think of yourself the whole way and it keeps you strangely happy.

Eventually the chopper lands and stops moving. You are released from your transport cell and left somewhere near your destination. You're in the middle of a deep forest, out of hearing distance from anything nearby. Luckily for you, the sky is clear and you can see the stars and the moon. Now it's easy for you to deduct that you're somewhere around Middle-Europe and the time is 00:14. You have time until the morning, 9:00, after which your mission is declared failed, unless successeeded before that.

To be continued...