Note to readers: heY~ this fic is very simple, not very practical and quite unrealistic… I could not figure out the small details of some parts of the story so I just skipped and continued. Nevertheless, hope that you will enjoy this fic! Pls R&R!

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|This story is fictional. All characters, figures, occurrences, plot, organizations that resemble either the living or the dead is purely coincidental.|

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The final bell rang. Viona grabbed her backpack, standing up, she slung it over her shoulders and charged straight out of the classroom. The teacher, who was still giving out assignments, shot her a disapproving glare through her pince-nez while her classmates looked upon her with admiration. However, Viona was oblivious to all these, she had more important things to do.

Once she stepped out of the campus, an orange sky welcomed her, the soft evening breeze caressing her face. In a few hours time, her mission will begin.

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"Yes…yes sir. Absolutely no chance for mishaps. It’ll be a clean and neat job. Yes…yes. Bye." Viona took a deep breath as she pressed the ‘end call’ key on her handphone. As usual, she does not know who was the caller, as it would lead to complications if she ever gets caught and reveals the identity. She figured it would be better that way, saved her a whole load of unnecessary thoughts and she could just focused on executing the order. Tonight’s target is a politician, the previous was an ambassador. She was amazed at how much people trust in a 17-year-old stranger, or perhaps it was precisely for that reason that people entrusted such high risked missions to her. Who would believe an 17-year-old schoolgirl with average looks could kill? No matter what, she had to be careful and always be on her guard.

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-Flashback-

2 years ago. That fateful night, the night she came upon the chance to make the decision for her current profession

Viona was walking home from the video shop where she worked part-time as a salesgirl, she had to walked past a dim alleyway. Every night, it was silent and still, almost eerie, but that night was different. A group of youngsters, all guys, was walking in the same alleyway. Dressed in oversized flimsy shirts and torn and tattered 'stylish' jeans and with tattoos on their arms, it was obvious they were not from any good will organization. She brushed past them, hoping that they would just treat her as invisible. But unfortunately.

"Hey babe, where ya goin' huh? Ain't safe fer a gal like ya to walk around at night yar? Wanna come with me baby?" with that, one of the guys grabbed her arm and pulled her towards them. The group sniggered.

Viona was not someone to be messed with, gangsters or not. She jerked herself free from his grasp. " Don't touch me!! Waddaya think you're doing man? Leave me alone! Hell to you." She rebukes back.

The guy's eyes grew wild, clearly not used to someone, especially a girl, to talk back to him that way. " Well, we've got a fierce babe here. Beware." He said in a voice that any girl would feel uncomfortable hearing it.

He pushed her against the side of the alleyway and placing one hand above each of Viona's shoulders, he cornered her.

Viona struggled but the guy was too strong, she could not free herself. As the guy lowered his head to meet Viona's, her self defend warning rang through her head. She gathered all her might and kicked the guy in the groin.

" Bitch!!" The guy shouted, grabbing his vital area.

Viona fleeted. She ran all the way out of the alleyway out into the main road where bright lampposts shone. Suddenly, a hand tapped on her shoulder. Viona gasped.

"Sorry for startling you miss. I am Mr. Yomer. I just witnessed your courage and guts at the alleyway. I really admire the way you managed to defend yourselves under such a situation. I would like to invite you to have tea with me tomorrow morning 10:00am at Roses Fragrant Coffeehouse. This is my name card. Hope to see you there." With that, Mr. Yomer walked off, entered a limousine and sped off.

Viona was dumbfounded. Who was that? Why would a stranger come up to her and invite her for tea? She looked at the name card:

Chairman of highly confidential affairs

Contact: 890567324 Fax: 346791230

Whatever it is, she is going to find out the next morning.

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" Yes Mr. Yomer? What is it that you want to talk to me about?" Viona asked immediately as she sat down on the teak chair. She figured it was safe to come as the coffeehouse was always bustling with energy, he would not dare to do anything.

"No hurry. Your name?" Mr. Yomer questioned, rubbing his palms.

" Viona Delogan."

"Age?"

"15."

"Okay Viona. Nice to meet you. I am actually here to offer you a job. Not an ordinary job, but a job that involves high risk and skills. Your life would be put to danger. So I hope you can consider it really thoroughly and be really sure of what you are getting yourself into. I would like you to be a professional killer, not full-time, but only at night…"

"You're mad."

"No, I'm serious. Listen carefully. You'll be trained to use a silent revolver and some skills in protecting yourself. Your clothes for the missions will also be provided for free. But remember your life is at stake. The pay is $1000 for each successful mission. Do not worry, you would only be required to work once every few months. It’s not everyday people wants to kill you know? We would notify you a few days before each mission, and you are required to turn up and execute the order I gave. No absence is allowed and the mission will always be your first priority, which is also why your health must be in top-notch condition. A few hours before the mission, someone will call you up again and give you more details."

"Sounds cool and exciting. Who are the targets?" Viona's eyes twinkled with anticipation.

"It's lots more then just being cool and exciting Viona. And as far as I know, you have no business in knowing what is the target's identity. The most important thing and the ultimate factor are that you cannot, under whatever circumstances even facing death, reveal my identity. Once you break this rule, you are guaranteed to be doomed. I'm sure you know what I mean Miss Delogan, this is serious. If you agree on all the terms and conditions and are absolutely positive that you are able to abide to them all, please call me up and we'll meet again to sign a formal contract of agreement. However, you are only required to be in this field until the age of 18. Until then, whenever there's a mission. You'll be there. Even after 18, you still can't reveal my identity, this is going to be your secret for life ok? Remember that you cannot consult anyone about this matter, it’s entirely and solely base on your own decision. Is that very clear?"

Viona nodded. This was for real. She is going to be a professional killer. Finally her dull and colorless life had find some lease of hope.

-Flashback Ends-

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And there she was, on her fifth mission.

Viona swept the strands of black hair that had escaped from her band away from her face and leapt out of the taxi. The crescent moon was hanging among the stars in the vast navy sky. She scurried to the nearest washroom.

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Black sunglasses. Check.

Black oversized coat. Check.

Black scarf. Check.

Black sweat-absorbent gloves. Check.

Black soft-sole boots. Check.

Last and most importantly, the essential for tonight’s operation, the black silent revolver. Check.

All in place.

" The night has just begun." Viona smiled confidently and said to her reflection.

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Once outside, Viona could easily camouflage with the surroundings. There were no lampposts or streetlights, only with the faint rays of moonlight as the only source of light. She hurried into the appropriate location, the place where the politician lived. Mellow Street 17. She hunched over the low wall at the corner of the street awaiting her prey.

The place was completely deserted and quiescent. She was surprised that there was no security guard on duty and that saved her from lots of difficulties. Thinking about the reward that she was going to get if she succeeded made Viona’s mouth broke into a smile. 1000 bucks! Where on earth could a 17-year-old get that much money overnight? Of course, the thousand bucks consisted of the amount of risk that she had to go through, her life is at stake! And if she gets found out, she can be ensured to spent the rest of her lives wearing black and white striped shirt and staying in a room with three sides looking the same and the fourth with metal bars. In addition, her face would be splashed all over magazines and newspapers, she would be "Headline of the year".

Viona felt something brushed across her leather pants.

"Meow." A cat.

"Damn you kitty. Shuddup. Get lost." Viona commanded in a voice audible only to the cat.

The cat meowed again, walking in a figure of 8 between Viona's legs, obviously did not understand what she had just muttered.

Target spotted! A stout bald man in gray tuxedo turned at the bent and walked into the street. His footsteps light and brisk. He looked over at the low wall, squinting, he edged his head to see what was there making that noise.

Viona held her breath, her heart pounding against her rib cage, so loud, almost deafening. She crouched lower, her face almost touching the gravel ground.

She could hear the footsteps approaching nearer. Damn it, what should she do?

Flustered, she lifted her hands and pushed that cat out of the way.

"Meow!" the cat was offended.

Seeing that it was just a cat, the man cackled at his silly suspicion and walked back towards his house.

Viona heaved a sigh of relief. Recomposing herself, she pulled herself up back to position. She wiped a bead of sweat that had glided down from her forehead. Okay, back to work.

Viona lowered her head as her hand reached into the inner side of her coat, where the fatal weapon was kept. Swiftly and silently. The action she had done so many times. She found a familiar and firm grip around the revolver and raised it, parallel to her neck. The shiny metal of the revolver glittered in the moonlight, seemed like the perfect weapon.

The silhouette of the target getting more and more distinct as he walked in an angle to the moon's rays.

Alright, action time!

Holding her breath again, but with excitement, she aimed at the politician’s chest.

Absolute Precision. On the count of three.

1.

2.

3.

Bull's eye!

Thud.

The man’s eyes opened wide, the pupils focused. Slowly, he crumbled and collapsed onto the ground.

She shot again, just to be sure.

He's dead.

Yes! Viona beamed, clenching her fist and punching it slightly in the air. End Of Mission. The sense of achievement mixed with relief oozed throughout her body. Another task completed just as pledged.

Viona returned to the washroom, leaving the man lying in his own pool of bright red blood, awaiting the discovery of his corpse. With the feeling of satisfaction still fresh in her mind, she changed back into her original clothes. Making her way to the main road to flag for a taxi, Viona thought about how being a Professional killer must be the job that brings the most sense of achievement.

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Next morning, at school, as Viona was taking out her history books, her friend ran over to her and asked excitedly, " Hey Vi, did you hear about that politician who got killed?! So sudden!"

"Oh really? I wonder who've got such guts." Smiling knowingly, Viona replied and slammed her locker door shut.

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Author's note: so sorry, knew I couldn't bring out the tension well. Pardon me for the grammar mistakes tt I'm not able to spot. Pls review!!!

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