Stories

Warning: Character death! A man with short brown hair was seen, running through the streets of an almost empty town. He was sweating and breathing hard. His skin was a sickly pale color. The streets were dark and he couldn't see clearly, but he had to run or else they will find him. He made a turn into a dark alley. Just as he was about to reach the end, a bright light blinded him. "Oh no…" He said. Regret washed over him. "Did you really think you could run from us?" A boy – around the age of fourteen – said with a grin on his face. He had very short dark brown hair and held a Colt 1911 pistol. His friend - another boy around the same age – with dirty blond hair held a flashlight. “It’s all over now. All you can do now is to hope we’ll make it quick and easy for you.” The other boy had a slight smirk on his face, as if nearing his prize. The brown haired man dropped to his knees to beg. "Please! Please don't kill me! I have a wife and children at home!" The dirty blond scowled. "The same old 'I have a wife and children' trick. Did you really think we'd fall for that?" The brown haired man's face fell. The boy with the pistol grinned wider. "Even if you do, you should have thought about that before having kids." By that time, the man was already shaking. Tears were running down his cheeks. It was like asking for the moon to spare his life. Why would they? They were paid to kill him and they won't give mercy to anybody. From behind, a sword sliced through his heart. Blood spurted out of his mouth. The sword was pulled back and his dead body dropped to the ground. It was quick, his death. Way faster than some others. He somehow felt grateful that his death wasn't that painful. The girl that had killed the man wiped her sword using a cloth. She smirked. "Pathetic," she muttered. "Seriously Zero, do you have to interrupt me?" The boy with the pistol said sarcastically, but he was smirking too. The boy that was holding the flashlight turned the thing off. Zero – a girl with long hair tied in a ponytail hair with a metal eye patch over her right eye – simply scowled. "You were taking too long, Shooter. We're paid to kill him, not listen to his or your babbling." "Okay, okay, I get it already, Mom," The brunette laughed. Zero glared at Shooter. The boy with dirty blond shook his head at his two friends. They were being totally immature and called themselves spies and assassins? Unbelievable. "Alright, cut it out you two. We still have to get rid of his body." "May I remind you, Shadow, that's your job, not ours? It's really funny, being a scythe meister but also the clean-up crew." Shooter laughed out loud, irritating Zero and Shadow. Shadow glared at him and pulled out a scythe keychain, which spun in the air and grew to a larger size. He placed his hands on it, swung it around, and pointed it at his neck. Shooter immediately swallowed. "Uhh… I-I was just joking! Haha!" He walked to Shadow and grabbed him in a neck-lock. "No hard feelings right?" His voice shook when he said that. Shadow smirked in victory. Zero sighed. Here we go again. “Now, may I remind you, that if there’s any violence, I will throw you out of the regiment without hesitation?” “Yeah yeah, we know. You don’t have to tell me that you’re the leader,” Said Shooter, clearly annoyed at having to say so. Zero was in fact, the captain of the 3rd regiment, a team of the top 23 spies and assassins from the Russian USSR. They were all known to be a ruthless group of spies, each with a distinct specialty in their own category. Zero in particular, was rumored to have killed an entire British army with only a sword. The buzz of a walkie-talkie was heard. “Captain Zero, Shooter, Shadow, can you hear me? Over." It was Baby Duck, one of their teammates. She's mostly at their base, in charge of the tech-y things. "Yeah, we hear you, Baby Duck. Can you cut it out with the 'over and out' stuff? It's getting kind of lame. And don’t call me ‘Captain’!" Zero replied back since she was the one with the walkie-talkie. She could just imagine Baby Duck rolling her eyes at the computer. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just following the rules. Anyways, you guys done yet?" Her voice echoed through the walkie-talkie. If one didn't listen closely enough, they wouldn't even recognize that it was her voice. "Just leave everything to Shadow and the police won't even know what’s left of him." Zero replied back and smirked at Shadow, who shrugged. "Well, meet you guys back at base." And the buzzing of the walkie- talkie went silent. Zero and Shooter sighed. "Better hurry up, Shadow." Both of them chimed. Shield snarled and got started with the body. The morning was bright and cheery. Or could it be even called morning by Koriyu Rean? The young girl stirred in her bed. Her right arm managed its way to the sounding alarm clock. How long has that thing been on snooze? Koriyu yawned, hit the snooze button of the alarm clock and sat up in her bed. The light from the window blinded her eyes. Still yawning, she looked at the alarm clock and yelled out. "Twelve in the day!?" Her eyes bulged out of their sockets. She slapped her hand onto her forehead and cursed herself. "Maybe I'm just too tired from the chase last night…" She assumed and got up from bed. After a face-wash, Koriyu jumped onto his sofa and turned on the TV. The voice of the news anchor filled the silent apartment. "Police had found nothing more than a kitchen knife near the body. They believe that the victim was killed around midnight and two in the morning…" The old man continued on. A picture of a man around twenty to thirty years of age with short brown and eyes was seen on the screen. His name appeared under his picture. David Garcia. Koriyu let out a laugh but jumped when the door knocked. She grumbled and walked lazily to the door. When she opened it, her eyes brighten. "Antwon! Britisher! Icarus! Gale!" She called out her friend's names one by one and gave them each a fist bump or a ruffle of their hair. "You're up early…" Gale remarked in a sarcastic tone. Koriyu laughed nervously and scratched the back of her head. "Ahaha, the aftermath of each job…" Antwon, Britisher, Icarus and Gale sighed. Well, they can't argue with that since they too, would get tired after a job, which usually involved teaching someone a lesson or in the worst (sometimes best) case scenarios, kill. "What brings you guys here?" Koriyu yawned. Britisher smacked her head. "Did you forget what day it is today?" She yelled at Koriyu, who looked puzzled as ever. "Ummm… Let me see, yesterday was Saturday so today is…" Koriyu's eyes widened in realization and she grinned. "YES!!! Uh, wait for me, guys!" And she hurried back inside to wash her face and change from her pajamas. The four teens outside Koriyu's apartment stared once more when they heard the chaos that was going on in there. “Ever slow to catch on, huh, Koriyu…” Britisher muttered. “You can’t blame her, since she needs something sharp in her hand to pay attention, or else she’s totally oblivious to everything…” Gale said quietly. Once Koriyu was finished, she jumped out of her apartment in a white shirt with an indigo and light blue jacket, blue jeans and fingerless dark blue skater gloves. Her hair was up in another ponytail, side bangs hanging. She wasn’t wearing her eye patch, or else she would look suspicious, so instead she wore a brown contact to match her regular eye. Antwon, Britisher, Icarus and Gale couldn't help but smile at Koriyu’s enthusiasm. "Come on! Let's go!" The brown haired girl dashed towards the elevators, leaving his friends behind. The others had to run too if they wanted to keep up with Koriyu. "So tell me again why did we come here?" Icarus asked, annoyed. The group of kids followed Koriyu to… a flower shop? Britisher answered for Gale, "Chillax, Icarus. Maybe Koriyu's here for a reason… probably." But she herself couldn't help but feel awkward and stare at Koriyu, who's asking the florist some question about daffodils. Gale and Antwon had disappeared to somewhere else. They said something about roaming the mall and looking for a gift for someone, but Britisher kind of forgot the name of that someone. Icarus's vein throbbed and he stomped to Koriyu. "Oi! What is wrong with you!? Why are we spending our precious Sunday in a flower shop!?" Britisher jumped while Koriyu looked awkward. "Wait just a minute! I was findings flowers for Lulu!" This time it was Icarus's turn to look stunned. "The heck!? Why look flowers for her!?" Britisher slapped his palm onto his forehead. "Urgh! How could I forget? Lulu's sick with a serious cold, remember?" This time, Icarus tripped and fell. "Is that why she didn't show up for weeks?" Koriyu paid for the flowers, um… daffodils, and they all went to the mall to look for Antwon and Gale. Icarus sighed. He was a new member in the team, so he didn't know much about them all. But one thing he knew, the USSR’s 3rd Regiment members were like a big family. They cared for each other like they cared for their own families. This only made sense since the 3rd Regiment members were their only family. The young teen sighed at his fate. He had joined the organization a few months ago, only a few days after his parent's death. The others, Koriyu, Antwon, Britisher, and Gale were with the organization since they were still little, along with Lulu and some others. They entered the mall and found Antwon and Gale at a card shop. The two boys were already paying for it by then so they left the mall and headed out to Lulu's place. The girl was seriously sick, like Britisher had said, and when they knocked on her apartment. She was pale, still in her pajamas, her hair a mess, and had a runny nose. She was even holding a tissue box. "Uh, what's up guys?" She said in a hoarse voice and blew into a tissue. "Come on in," he invited his friends in and they did. Lulu blew into his nose again. "Umm… So how're you doing?" Koriyu was the first one to ask the stealth specialist. Lulu just shook her head. "I'm better; you should've seen me three days ago. I couldn’t even walk." Britisher sat up in the chair. "Really?" Kazemaru sat on the sofa in the living room. He nodded. "Yup." "So…" Icarus started. "How did you catch a cold in the middle of the summer?" "During my last mission, I had to run through a thunder storm… Got lost in the woods and couldn't reach base by satellite connection… in the end, the mission was a success thanks to Piglet and DP, but I was freezing cold through the night in the woods…" She explained in a blur. At least everyone understood what she said and nodded. They had a small chat and ended the day with some Mountain Dew. Except for Lulu, that is… Icarus sighed. He missed going to his old school, his old friends… but of course, he couldn’t worry about those kinds of things. He’d killed if the USSR found out he’d try to contact his friends. The word ‘kill’ was never taken lightly around base, so he could just forget the thought. Koriyu and the others had never gone to school, since they were in the Regiment since they were young, training to become top spies and assassins, so it would be impossible to try to make them understand. For the time being, Icarus decided to be as normal as an assassin/spy could be.