Albinia Blake. That\u2019s my name. I don\u2019t repeat myself, so listen closely.<\/p>\n
I killed an assassin, Andrew Daniels, and his brother, Daniel, came after me. I suppose I should have killed them both.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
I was walking to the store and as usual, I had my wig on with my pistols, Jack and Jill, hidden in my Cloak of Invisibility. (I wish she really made me invisible, but that\u2019s only her name.) A black van drove past me three times. I hoped it wasn\u2019t that girl I told to \u201ccash me outside.\u201d I didn\u2019t feel like killing on an empty stomach. A man came up to me and asked me if I wanted a free sample of ice cream. Chocolate mint vanilla swirl. I should\u2019ve known better but ice cream is ice cream!<\/p>\n
As I walked away with the sample, I felt a presence shivering up my back. I dropped the ice cream instantly\u2014although it was too late because he tased me and stomped on my foot\u2014and dang it, I hate it when they do that! I dislocated his arm with my ninja-power-like moves, but he grabbed my wig and I fell with disappointment. My darkest (\u2026or lightest, I guess) secret was revealed\u2026<\/p>\n
*dun dun dunnn*<\/p>\n
I\u2019m albino. I hide my true colors because I can\u2019t bear to look myself in the eyes. Then, he pistol-whipped me in the head\u2014and I woke up in a strange, stinky place.<\/p>\n
It was dark for a few minutes but finally, the lights turned on. I felt like a 403 in church\u2014I was sweating bullets. When I looked around, I saw scalpels, saws, machetes, hammers, and guns. Then I spotted the man I thought I killed. Wth? <\/em>I thought.<\/p>\n \u201cDidn\u2019t I kill you?\u201d I asked, confused, but he just stared at me awhile. I hate that.<\/p>\n \u201cBoo!\u201d I yelled, \u201cWhat chu starin\u2019 at?\u201d<\/p>\n Still quiet.<\/p>\n \u201cCan you at least give me my wig back?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019m debating on killing or keeping you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026is this a Febreze commercial?\u201d<\/p>\n He laughed a frightening laugh. \u201cHa! No one is going to miss you, you hideous snowflake.\u201d<\/p>\n Maybe he\u2019s right<\/em>, I thought and began to cry. I found myself in a deep place. I didn\u2019t want to go on much longer.<\/p>\n \u201cJust grab one of the guns and pull the trigger,\u201d I said. But then I realized\u2026 I still wanted that dang ice cream!<\/p>\n Again, he laughed. \u201cNo. You\u2019re going to go through what my brother went through \u2013 a slow painful death.\u201d<\/p>\n Huh?<\/em> \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d I asked. Dang these chains hurt, <\/em>I thought. If I do plan to get out of here after all, these chains would be a problem\u2014so would my throbbing foot.<\/em><\/p>\n As I looked around, he said, \u201cYou can stop thinking about escape. And as you must know, you killed by twin brother, Andrew.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m Albinia Blake. I kill whoever I want or am assigned to.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAssigned?\u201d<\/p>\n Ha. He doesn\u2019t know everything, <\/em>I thought. \u201cYou silly boy. I\u2019m an assassin. Your bother was number one on the hit list.\u201d I said. \u201cNo hard feelings? Can you loosen my chains? They\u2019re starting to make my wrists sore. I really don\u2019t plan on killing you\u2014you weren\u2019t on my list,\u201d I added. At least you weren\u2019t until you made me drop that ice cream, <\/em>I thought.<\/p>\n He didn\u2019t reply, grabbing the wheeled table instead, and pushed me into another room with no weapons.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere are we going? Where are you taking me?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n \u201cGirl, if you want to be free, I\u2019m not letting you out in a room full of weapons. You\u2019re an assassin,\u201d Daniel replied.<\/p>\n He closed the door to the new room, but I noticed he left it unlocked. This was my chance. He took me out of the chains.<\/p>\n \u201cFinally!\u201d I sighed, exaggerating. I rubbed my wrists and checked on my foot as I rubbed my ankle. It\u2019s gonna hurt like h***, but it\u2019ll have to work, <\/em>I thought.<\/p>\n I shot him a dirty look, and shook my head. As I stood up, testing out my foot, he said, \u201cYou don\u2019t really need that wig and makeup, ya know. You\u2019re beautiful the way you are.\u201d<\/p>\n Wth? <\/em>\u201cAre you trying to be funny?\u201d I asked, \u201c\u2018Cause I\u2019m not laughin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, I\u2019m serious,\u201d he replied.<\/p>\n \u201cSeriously?! You stomped on my foot, tased me, and tried to kill me\u2014and now you\u2019re trying to call me cute?!\u201d<\/p>\n I ran at him and shoved his head into the brick wall. He looked woozy and so I chained him to the table I\u2019d been on before. Then I ran out the door as fast as I could. I grabbed Jack and Jill from the weapon room, along with a sniper rifle from the wall, and headed out of the room. I have to find a way out,<\/em> I thought.<\/p>\n All I could see was darkness, so I started feeling around with my hands. In the distance, I saw a little light. I walked farther toward it and saw that it was a door to the outside. Relieved, I walked through it.<\/p>\n I was appalled by what I saw. Dead bodies lying on dead bodies. Thousands sliced to pieces. None of them made it out of the room like I did.<\/em><\/p>\n Then I felt a breath on the back of my neck. Instantly, I turned around and pointed Jack and Jill at him.<\/p>\n \u201cI tried to be friendly with all of you, but you still spit in my face, like I\u2019m the bad guy,\u201d he said, panting. As I kept the guns pointed at his chest, he began to explain his young life to me. When he was a child, his father often beat his mother in front of him. Eventually he killed her and cut her up into many pieces. He spread her out in their back yard behind the tall wooden fence.<\/p>\n I interrupted him, \u201cWhere was your brother when all this was happening?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe was with friends,\u201d Daniel replied.<\/p>\n My gun slowly lowered and I shed a tear. While my guard was down he tried to attack me but I pull Jack up and shot him. I would never have known if the story was true if I hadn\u2019t looked it up.<\/p>\n When I looked up the Daniels family, I found out his father got the death penalty after killed his mother and trying to kill Andrew. It seemed Daniel may never have known about this because he was immediately put into a psych ward until her turned 30 and was released. When he got out, he was informed by Andrew\u2019s contractor that I had killed him.<\/p>\n After I found all this out, I quit the business and went on record. I became an author and decided to tell my story about Danial Daniels and his amazing hostile craziness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" a story by [hailey] <\/p>\n Albinia Blake. That\u2019s my name. I don\u2019t repeat myself, so listen closely.<\/p>\n I killed an assassin, Andrew Daniels, and his brother, Daniel, came after me. 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