• The night street caused me only delay in fulfilling me job. The wheels were over working on my bike as we speed through the intersection. I was unstoppable no one could touch me. The cops followed close behind but no matter as long as I killed him before he reaches the package I’ll be safe. Maybe this is confusing you. I’m Sonnibell kanji A.K.A Sonna. I am what you would call an assasian but not your regular sneaky creepy sniper kind. My main priority is to get the job done. In my world if you hold an ounce of power you rule. So I hold on to all the power I can get. If it’s the power of fear then I’ll hold on to it. My parents wouldn’t approve of my job but it usually pays 5,000,000,000, yin so it keeps me prepaid. I miss my parent some times. Especially when I would get awards at school and I would search the crowd for there faces but could never see them only my big brothers and little brother. But as I got older I soon learned how to live parentless. When I moved to Kyoto I got the job of an official assassin.
    As I drove past the huge clock I started to drive faster. I could see the neon lights of the club and my next target. I pulled out my twin snakes. Slowly I curved the gun and released the bullet. I wasn’t only the most carefree agent I was the most efficient. The cops stopped to check the man but I drove on. I slide in to an ally way and into the door of the agency. I got up off the bike. I could hear the concrete and glass under my heeled boots. They all stared at me like I was crazy but who cares? “Sonna what the ….. Why would you do that you could have just walked in?” I scoffed “Hey it’s not my job to use doors it’s to kill and get paid so where my money?” The man was filled with rage and just about to go on a tyrant until I pulled my gun and placed it so beautifully in the middle of his eyes. “Ok, ok I have your money.” He hesitantly grabbed the money and placed it in my open hand. I replaced my gun back to my side and hopped back on my bike. I could hear the man walk off in the distance saying “she’s crazy!” I had a small smirk on my lips. I knew I was crazy but I figured who cared. I had the best made bike in the country. I got it from some thieves in Tokyo. It had smoke grenades regular grenades and a button that switches the color of it. Well I took that to the next level. Instead of using it on my bike I used it on me. It changed my hair my nail color lip color and eye color. I stopped my bike at an apartment building. I pulled my bike in the parking space and got off. I treaded up the leaky stairs. Apartment number 409. I opened it up and picked the mail up off the floor. “Bills, ads, bills” I quietly mumbled to myself. I heard a jump form the counter in the kitchen to the floor. It was my cat minx. I picked her up and went to the cabinet to get her food. I feed her and walked back to lock the door when a note with odd righting on it came through the mail slot. I opened it up to find a handwritten note that read:
    Dear Sonnibell,
    It’s a shame we didn’t get to meet. Well if your job had gone the way intended would wouldn’t have met anyway. Your probably wondering who this is. Just let me say this one thing. You killed the wrong person. Now my sweet Sonni the person you killed was of a lesser value then me of course but hey that’s fate. I just wanted to let you know and Sweetie next time you think about assassinating an assassin try better ok?
    Signed 2kk

    I clenched my fist tightly that meant if he sent a letter he knew where I was and as an assassin he could easily. I turned my head toward the wind in time enough to see a bullet wiz by my head. I got low. And went to my bed room. I opened the window planning to escape when I heard the door to my apartment being knocked down. I grabbed minx all my guns and put them out on the fire escape first. The head out.