forum Assassin's (one-on-one) CLOSED

Started November 22, 2018 by @Knight-Shives group

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Her fingers closed around the handle of the gun. She frowned, pretending to rummage around further until the footsteps of the man were barely two metres away—— and whipped around, during a bullet.

Cole pulled out the guy. And pointed it at her. "I would rather you not kill me. I got to get back to my man." (His man is his kitty)

Her fingers closed around the handle of the gun. She frowned, pretending to rummage around further until the footsteps of the man were barely two metres away—— and whipped around, during a bullet.

Oof Typo Sorry

Chiara took a step forward, her arm never dipping. “And I need you dead.”
She pulled the trigger.

He felt the bullet hit him near the shoulder and quickly pulled the trigger of his gun.

As soon as she pulled the trigger, Chiara ducked in case he shot back, but the bullet still grazed her shoulder. Used to the pain, she raised the gun again.

He kept holding his gun up ignoring the blood and pain. "So how is your day." He asked Out of nowhere.

“It’ll be fine once you’re dead.” Chiara took one more step towards him, her gaze level and determined, unshaken, unafraid.

"well I guess then my day is not going well." He said then pulled the trigger to shoot her

The bullet buried itself in Chiara’s arm just as she fired her own gun. She lurnched to the side, putting the lamp post between them.

He jumped back and leaned against the wall. "Do you want to take a quick break from killing each other?" he asked half sarcastically.

“Why would I do that?” She asked, gritting her teeth, through the pain and shifting the gun to her uninjured arm.

"How about we first go to dinner before we kill eachother?" He joked his voice slightly projecting his pain.

“What??” Chiara’s face contorted. “No, I really need to kill you.” She raised the gun to shoot when suddenly— sirens. The police were headed their way.

He shook his head then walked away down the street. He didn't want to chance being caught by the police.

Chiara angrily shoved the gun back down into her bag and set off for her apartment, wincing in pain when her injured arm shifted. She walked briskly past Cole— that had been his name on the file, right?— not giving him a second glance.

Cole walked to his apartment as quick as he could ignoring the girl. He walked into the building unlocked the apartment then locked once he was inside.

Skip or stay?

Sure, so to the morning?

Chiara was up long before the sun, a pistol in her purse and a determined look on her face. She’d gotten so used to being shot that it had been simple to extract the bullet form her arm and bandage up the wound, it wasn’t deep or serious even if it hurt.

Cole had slept on his couch that night after he had put the bandages on his wound and pulled out the bullet. He looked at the time and realized he had to get to his other job that wasn't assassinating people. He quickly grabbed his coat and backpack and put a hat on then walked down the all of the building walked into an empty apartment and jumped out the window. He was then on the street behind his building and walked.

Chiara had her eyes set on Cole’s building, but she waited and waited and he didn’t emerge. Growling in frustration, she turned on her heel and began searching the streets.

He walked down the street and went into the back entrance of a coffee shop. He clocked in and put on his apron and went up to the counter.

Finally, she gave up and decided that she needed some caffeine. Making sure the gun was safely hidden, Chiara stride confidently back up the street and a few blocks down until she reached the nearby coffee shop. She pushed the door open, forcing a carefree expression onto her face, and went up to the front counter. Immediately, she froze. It was him.

He was chatting to a customer after he gave them their coffee a bit till they walked to a table. "Can I have the next customer!" He yelled and was looking at the cash register.

Chiara cleared her throat roughly, trimg to figure out how to successfully shoot him without anyone noticing.

Cole looked up and noticed her but decided to ignore the fact that she wanted him dead "next I said." Cole repeated looking right at her.

Chiara looked him dead in the eyes and moved on to his colleague, who was at the cash register next to him. “I’ll have a dark chocolate mocha, please.”