A small girl, about 5 stared out her bedroom window. Thunder cracked and lightning skyrocketed across the midnight sky. The girl had light brown hair almost blonde that fell to about her knees. At the base of her neck was a symbol, no more like a curse. It looked like a J with an x going thru the middle. Her night gown was what most people call rags. This was odd, with her being born into a very rich family. Her ice blue eyes where witnessing a murder. She just stared with no emotion on her face. She watched as a tall skinny man, dressed in a black cape flicked his wrist. What looked like a dagger appeared in his hand. That’s when she saw the other man, up against the wall. He looked terrified. The man with the cape said something that went unheard to the girl. He brought the knife to the other man’s throat. With one fast movement red liquid pored from the terrified man. The girl stayed still, not even flinching. The man grabbed his neck and stumbled over and onto the ground. The now blood stained knife disappeared from the caped man’s hand. He started to walk to the girls home. Her face stayed the same, not even fear crossed her face. Her eyes followed him. She heard a window brake. Her parents woke up and ran down stairs. A scream came from her mother and her father cried out. She calmly walked down stairs and stared at the man from a corner. After about a minute of watching him dig thru cabinets she stepped out. The man turned around to look at the emotionless child.

“What are you doing up little girl?” He asked. She could see his face clearly now. He didn’t look that old. 19, maybe?

“You killed them.” She said pointing to her lifeless parents. The man looked taken aback. Never had he ever herd a child of her age speak with such a… a monotone! He studied the girl. Then saw the curse, and smirked. That’s why she was dressed like this.

“Hey girl. What’s your name?” He asked her.

“Morana, sir.” she replied. ‘Morana? Isn’t that the name of The Goddess of Death in mythology? Did her parents give her that name because of the curse?’ he asked himself. Then he got an Idea. ‘What if… What if I took her in? I could raise her to help me and The Morte.’ He thought.

“Morana, how would you like to come with me?” He asked her. She nodded.

“I would like that very much, sir.” Morana told him. “But sir, forgive me for asking, but who are you?” She asked. He thought for a moment.

“Blade.” He said simply.

***

“Momo! Momo!” I called to Morana. She was leaning up against a tree outside the hideout. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

“What Than?” She asked in a monotone like always.

“Blade wants to see us. He said something about a new mission.” I told her. She looked off and smirked, nodded, and pushed herself off the tree. We started to walk.

“So who do you think the hit is?” I asked her. She shrugged.

“Don’t know. It could be that guy Blade was talking about. Ya know the one who was trash talking him.” She told me. I smiled. She always was right. Just wait, she’ll be right. Now, “hit” is not a code word for something. We are The Assassins of The Morte. We met when we were 5. Blade had been training me for about a year. On October 31 he brought her back. I looked at Momo. She really had changed since that day. Her long hair had been cropped short, just barley touching her shoulders. She had complained that it had gotten too long when it reached her feet. In other words, she tripped over it. Right now she had on her dark green thick-strapped tank-top. She had on kaki shorts that a came past her knees about an inch. Black skate shoes cover her feet. As for me, I’m wearing a gray jacket, some baggy pants, and black skate shoes as well. We reached the back door of the hideout. Using her foot, Momo kicked open the screen door. When we walked in Blade was sitting on the couch.

“Alright! Now that you’re both here, lets discuses the mission.” Blade told us. “So the hit is John Kenneth Kain.” Blade added.

“Is that the guy who was trash talking you?” Momo ask. Blade frowned.

“Yes, yes it is.”

“Is that the only re-”

“NO THAT IS NOT THE ONLY REASON!” He yelled at Momo. “Now, I think you will like this one Rana. Mr. Kain owes The Morte a very large amount of money. He has for about 3 years now. Unfortunately, he has evaded everyone we send for him. The Morte thinks that is because they send big guys that he can easily point out as assassins. That’s why he won’t thank anything of two kids.” Our leader smirked at this. “We have found out that he will be checking in to a hotel in San Francisco, California. I have booked a room next to his. Also a flight. You will go to the airport here in St. Louis. I have a team there to help you get through with out problems. When you get to the part where they have you go through a scaner, one of the team members will come up dressed in uniform and tell the guy that someone needs him and that they will do their job until they get back. You don’t need to know everything, but they do some things and you go through with out anyone knowing your packin a M9 Beretta!” He finshed.

“Now, why would I ’like this one’?” Momo asked.

“Simple, they want you to kill him as slowly as you can.” Momo smirked at this.