WICKED INTENTIONS

Today is the day my revenge begins for which my uncle has been preparing me for fifteen years.

To exercise justice for the murder of my parents. For the murder of his brother.

My uncle then deleted all the tracks of Cara Divine as if she died along with her parents. Everything changed.

My name. My hair color. My backstory. My home.

Skyla Moon an angel of death who loves to color the walls with blood.

He trained me to be a fighter, to be someone who has no mercy. A murderer. A Killer.

A weapon you don't see coming.

With nothing left except for him, the only family I had left, we planned and prepared until he gave his approval to finally get started.

Jeremiah King killed my parents and I’ll do the exact same to him.

Two days ago he sent me here to the city where he ruled everything before his son took over.

Aiden King. — My mission whose face remained unknown until now. A shadow.

You could say I’m a litte pissed because how do I manage to kill someone, whose face nobody ever saw?

Better said; that no one who knows him has betrayed his face. Frustrating if you ask me.

Really fucking frustrating.

And now it starts raining while I am waiting for my contact man to familiarize me with the most important information here.

A dump alley in the middle of the night.

Not a creepy place to meet up at all..

“Are you Skyla?” a deep voice asks from behind.

I instantly push him hard with the elbow, which leads him to fall on the ground while I pull out my gun and point it at him.

He sits up coughing “Your uncle wasn’t joking when he said to don’t mess with you”

I ironically smile “A little advice: Never sneak up if you can't judge the other person”

“Noted.” he says chucking.

I reach out my hand to him “Come on stand up. It wasn’t even that hard” he takes it while moaning in pain

“Tell that my diaphragm”

I still pulled him up harshly.

“Very gentle”

I glance at him expressionless “Cry me a river”.

He laughs as he shakes my hand “I’m Ezekiel” Only now do I see him clearly, a slim man maybe in his early thirties. Aqua blue eyes, a dark full beard.

I have the feeling that I have seen him before, but from where.

“Your uncle told you how it goes from now on?” he asks calm.

“No contact except with you and only via a specific cell phone that you should hand over to me”

He smiles “Your uncle didn't exaggerate when he praised you in the highest tones..”

I don’t answer.

He crosses his arms “From now on I am the first person you contact if something goes wrong, and if I contact you, you will already know.”

I nod in boredom “Let’s cut to the part where you tell me about this little problem”

He starts laughing again “You are a little hurricane as I see” — I grin ironically “You’re wasting my time here old man”

He pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket and hits one up “You have a job interview in a strip club of the Kings tomorrow.”

I freeze for a second “What did you say?”

He starts laughing again which let my blood boil within seconds.

In one swift moment I press him roughly against the wall as I pull out my gun again and hold it straight in his face “Do you think I’m that cheap that I’d strip my clothes down for men?”

He chuckles “No sweetheart. Trust me I know that you’re far from cheap. But thats your only way in”

I tighten my grip “Tell me one good reason why I should go with this stupid plan old man”

He is slowly clinging his eyelashes “Thats where they run their money laundering Jeremiahs son is the boss”

I frown my brows “I hope this plan works. For your own sake,” he chuckles, “I like you already, little girl.”

I slowly put down my gun releasing him from my grip “Show me my apartment” I demand coolly.

He brushes off his clothes “First you’re going to show me.. in lets call it a warm up.. what you’re capable of”

I grin “Let me guess. You want to see if I manage to defend myself should it get dangerous because you won’t be there to save me, right?”

He nods admiringly “You are smart, little girl”

I sigh “Let’s go.” — “Don’t worry little girl. If you get this warm up done the way I imagine. You’ll be fifteen million dollars richer and readier to walk into the Kings Den” he murmurs as he starts walking.

I hesitated for a second before going after him.

The way he moves is so confident and conscious. He looks like a sovereign man if he didn't have this evil sparkle in his eyes.

From where do I know you Ezekiel?

As we walk trough the dark streets of the city in the pouring rain. He hasn’t said anything over the past ten minutes, if I wouldn’t know it better i’d be scared. But I’m not.

He moves towards a giant building with over forty floors. Even in the elevator he doesn’t say anything.

Goose pimples are rolling along my neck, forcing me to be attentive.

He cleans his throat “So.. Skyla”

“Say it.”

he starts chuckling again “I’m really looking forward to work with you, your uncle showed me the results of your other missions.”

I yawn “And?”

He leans against the elevator wall “You have a weakness for blood am I right?”

I laugh “Do you want to get to something specific or just keep talking to me stupidly?”

He rubs his chin thoughtfully “You have a preference for leaving your crime scenes bloody. I want to see if you can be precise and clean too” before I could say anything further the elevator doors open.

He walks towards the stairs upwards on the roof.

From up here you can see the whole city, it looks somehow alive at night through all the lights.

He walks to a crate thats placed in front of the parapet, as I look over his shoulder to see whats inside there are binoculars and long-distance firearms.

“You want me to kill someone as if I play dart?” I ask annoyed.

He laughs “Exactly” he hands me one binocular and points at the high-rise opposite “The fifty-fourth floor”

I grab the binocular out of his hand to look through the lenses.

“I see five men in a conference room. I really don’t see the fun in that” I murmur bored.

“I want you to kill all five men with the last three bullets” he says while handing me the loaded firearm. “The stage is yours” he adds amused.

In theory I could catch two at once but that would scare the others off even before I pierce them.

I take one last look through the lenses, I see diagonally behind the men something that looks like heavy metal. Something cast iron maybe.

Definitely something that repels the bullet and If I hit the right angle, one bullet is enough to do the job for me.

I bet you think you cracked me Ezekiel and that I fail. But you’ll learn one thing soon enough; I never miss a shot.

Don’t worry that stupid grin on your face will fade in three.. two.. PANG

And as I aspected the bullet flies at maximum speed through the first three heads directly against the metal, which shoots it back with the same force through the other two heads even before they can react they all sink down in their chairs.

Ezekiel grabs the binocular, looks at my product with an admiring smile curling along his lips.

“You’re really good little girl.. How did you know that the bullet doesn’t bounce off the metallic plate?” he asks as he slowly looks at me.

I smile flatly “I guessed”

He gives me a surprised look “Interesting..” but before he could say anything further his phone starts ringing. “It’s done” he says as he picks up.

The person on the other end starts laughing and murmuring but it’s too quiet for me to hear it.

“Thank you for the fast transfer” he answers intrepid and coolly as he hangs up.

He swipes a few times before showing me his phone, a bank account thats fifteen million dollars fuller.

“Good job” he says nodding as he gives me a black card “Don't spend everything at once”

I take it silently before he hands me a bag.

“It has everything you need. I have organized a study place for you in psychology at the College near to your apartment. As a second cover, so far as I know, students are poor and always need money. So it won't seem strangely striking when you start your job” he points at a building approximately four blocks apart from where we stand “third floor. Your apartment number is four hundred and twelve”

I nod „Got it.“ but before I can leave he holds me up “Your class starts at ten in the morning and your interview is in the afternoon. After that, you're on your own.”

I smile “Thank god. I was already afraid of having to put up with you longer, old man” he starts laughing as he watches me leave into the night.