Assassin

Writing prompt:Stay low. Go fast- Kill first. Die last. One shot. One kill. Not luck. All skill

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A highly trained assassin. That is all she ever was and would be. Trained since childhood to be the perfect little soldier. Capable not only to kill but also to infiltrate even the more secure places out there.
She never thought she would be capable of being anything else, and yet, if she finishes this mission, she will be able to be freed of her bosses.

Stay low.

Her training started kicking in as she made sure to keep her gravity center close to the floor, but not close enough to make walking uncomfortable.

Freedom, she never had an option, she never chose what to do, she just followed orders. Even now, when she was fighting for her freedom, she was still following orders.

Go fast
.She moved through the building quickly, barely stopping long enough to avoid being seen by others. Her movements deadly silent. Not even her breathing could be heard.

How would it feel to be able to choose where to go? Something as simple as choosing her own clothing made her excited. Other people did it easily. For them, it was as natural as breathing, but she wondered if she would be able to do it.

 Kill first.
Die last

Raising her gun, she shot every possible witness, a single shot to the head was all it took to take them down. She made sure that nobody would be able to tell that she was the one that killed them.

One shot.
One kill.

Each shot was carefully aimed. There was no other option. Her training wouldn't allow her to waste bullets in missing such a single shot. Her handlers made sure she was the best and drilled into her head that she mustn't waste a single bullet.

She had so much blood in her hand that she wondered if she could live a normal life. After all, someone would find sooner or later about her background. It was impossible to hide such a high number of bodies. She doesn't know the exact number of deaths, but she remembers every face of the ones she killed. Her mind wouldn't let her forget any on them even if she tried.

Not luck.
All skill.

Yeah, it would be nice, such a wonderful fantasy that it is impossible to come true. Yes, she had the opportunity, but what could she offer the world if not her skills?

She was an assassin after all.