Chapter no 3

The following day. It was almost night, the sun had set and the sky appeared to be more of dark blue then orange. For an asthetic person, it was the time to come out and relax into the sky. 

But for those who were non asthetic and well were on a mission to kill or abduct didn't had the time to look above and admire the nature's most beautiful creations, like The Reaper, dressed in the same black shirt and jeans with leather boots, that were different from yesterday. 

He was ascending the same staircase he had yesterday and many times before, and reaches upstairs. He has a blue bag hung on his shoulder and the two guns attached behind his back,in his belt, safely hidden, and a sharp knife hidden somewhere in his charming boots, This man always had a thing for boots, shows that he never goes anywhere unprepared, always on Alert, ready to pounce the moment he feels alert. One can say he had the abilities of a lion. Well, If you believe in Zodiac Signs, He is a Leo. No wonder he is so good at his job. 

He bangs the metal door and a few seconds a man comes and asks for the code. He sighs.

"You know who I am," He says, frustrated clearly, looking at the man from the bar on the door. The man behind smirks. 

"Tell me the code, Reaper!" 

"2be9nice," he says. And the door opens with heavy sounds, causing the floor to vibrate a bit, from the resonance. 

Coming inside, he ignores the man, who was still smirking at him and stride to the room where the boss was waiting for him. He opened the door and walks inside the room. Alexander stood up upon his arrival looking impatient, like a person whose thousand dollars were just hijacked and stolen by the person one had a no harm pact with. 

It was the day they had to attack, and they had to win. Not that The Reaper really cares for these drug dealers, or the money they lost. He just cares about his reputation and his justification to his work. 

Reaper throws the bag on the table and it lands with a heavy thud. He rolls it open. The bag is laced with guns, knifes, uniforms of the Imperial and the fake ids to get in.

He looks at the two men in front of him, that were to accompany him to the mission. They were some really good assassins themselfs. 

He handle them a piece of paper.

"These are the two codes, Remember them and dress up," 

Soon enough, all three of them are all ready, guns hidden, uniforms on, with bullet proof suits underneath. 

"Care to tell me your real name now?" Asked the man who opened the door before, when they were leaving, "Who knows you'll return back alive, at least we should know who you are, maybe to inform your family," 

The Reaper just rolled his eyes and move out of the door, downstairs, with the men following behind him. Sometimes he thinks of leaving this stupid gang of unprofessional people, but now he is struck with his mission and money he was paid for it. 

He definitely will, after this mission, he thought. 

Patiently the waited a mile away from his gang's office. They had a confirm news that he was in there, and currently they were waiting for a signal to confirm them to come.

Five minutes of break and The Reaper received a message saying 'Come,' So, they did. 

Disguised as the member, they entered the large gate. Many cars stood parked at one corner and a few trucks on the other side. Men loading down a few shipments from it. 

In front of them, was a table, where they had to have their I'ds checked in order to move in. They walked to the table and have them checked, and they were asked to go inside. 

Why not would they be, they were made in the base, by the help of a hacker and the manager from the office, the same person who messaged them, and the same they had brought from a large sum of money, just to tell them about the traitor in their gang and to let them in via I'ds. 

Inside, they waited for the people to carry the boxes from the trucks and followed behind them. The Reaper knew where the Boss's room actually was located, which only a few hooligans knew. They took a right from the store room and entered the third room in the hallway. It was the main office. 

In order to go upstairs, they had to tell the code and I'ds checked again, and the reason to enter the private area. 

They passed both the tests and soon were allowed inside. The reason was told to be that they had to provide the lab attendants with this chemical they had on hand, and showed them a red bottle of liquid. 

Checking the system, the administrator let them in, cause there was an mention about this red chemical to be presented to the lab. 

'That was quiet easy,' The Reaper thought. 

They were sent in with an office administrator, as all four of them ascended upstairs, the laboratory was on the right and the office was on the left. So, they had to kill this person following behind them. 

With a quick movement of hand, The Reaper put a hand on his mouth and the other on his head and twisted it sharply. The voice was muffled along with his life, which just marched off. Easy for him. 

On the left was a trail of guards they had to cross in order to reach the office. 

The behind the wall, they looked at the eight men standing on guard. Two near the alarm. One near the door and three near the turn where they were stood. Two more revolving in the hallway.

They got out their guns, which had the silencers attached to them and on the movement of his hand, the Reaper and the other two jumped out. The Reaper, with his fine aim shot the two near the alarm in the head and in the head. Thus, the alarms were taken care off. The other were being taken cared by the two assassins, They had to make sure no noice was made. 

After some shooting, and fighting, the hallway was clear to enter the office. 

As he opened the door, They were welcomed by fifteen men all ready with guns aimed at them. 

'Fu.ck!' He thought, he knew everything was too easy, to just let them enter the office and reach the boss with no one getting harmed. 

Time to prove his abilities.

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ONE WEEK LATER,

ELEANOR'S POV

"Miss Vitale, We are getting late!" Joseph knocked on my door. 

"Jeez, yes I am coming!" I yelled back while shuffling through my bag to check if I have everything and grab my phone. I gave one last look at myself in the large mirror in front of me. A light purple top with jeans and brown shoes, earrings, centre-parted hair...all set. 

I quickly open the door and almost collapsed on Joseph, but quickly halted my steps. He cleared his throat and looked away. He sometimes acts weird. But Not my fault, he was standing in front of the door, and he was the one speeding me up. 

"Let's go!" I said marching ahead, with my backpack on my shoulders, while Joseph, maintaining a safe distance walked behind me. 

I move downstairs, and instead of turning left to the hallway and main door, I take a right and knock on the second room in the lobby.

"Dad?" I call him. 

A couple of seconds passed, "Come in," I heard him and opened the door. 

Dad was lying on the bed, covered with a duvet. A few days ago, he had an accident and sprained his ankle at work, pretty badly I may add. 

So, he was just at home, resting since then. Well, he wanted to go to work and I was the one to force him to take some rest. The man wasn't even able to walk properly, but he is in good health shape now. 

"I thought to check on you before I leave," I said. 

"I told you I am better," he smiled at me, "You don't need to worry so much,"

"Yes, But it wouldn't be good, If I hadn't worried and asked you to rest and took care of meds and all,"

He laughed, "Yes, Of course," 

"Okay Go now, You are late," he says and I quickly walk to him and give him a kiss on the cheek and ran out, closing the door behind me. 

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Strolling through the hallways, with Janice and Maiden, I was talking about how much I dread Biochemistry. I mean I just can't grasp anything Mr White there tried to explain. Nothing at all. I mean what the hell is a buffer and why do I have to make it, If people already have blood as a natural buffer also It is far better than what I will make. 

"We need to demonstrate the functionality of it, that's why we make it, Ella," said Mae.

"Also, To perform experiments on it, To learn," Said Jen, rolling her eyes playfully. 

I sighed, "I know that, I just wanted to bicker about it," 

Jenice and Maiden are my good friends in high school apart from Amelia 'Amy' who is my best friend of course. 

We three had the same Biochemistry class and Amelia had some drama club meeting.

We met Amelia on our way, the next class was in ten minutes, and we head to the locker. I was grabbing books from my locker when I heard Bianca behind me. 

"Nice boots," she said, "I am sure your feet must be very Cold," She mocked laughing with her two minions. Let me describe, Bianca is the bad bitch of school, the typical one we see in movies, yes that one. And she is always messing with my group, probably just an inferiority complex she carries around. 

"They are vintage, Bianca, something you won't understand," I said.

"Whatever, They are still...Ewww," she made a face as if she was puking. 

"What, Your nails?" Questioned Maiden stepping in. I laughed at her. 

That was when Justin entered the scene, hugging Bianca from the side, I frowned. She doesn't deserve this Guy at all. 

"What's up," He asked Bianca, while Bianca was still glaring at me, and didn't care to reply to him or even acknowledge him.

"Hey," Justin greeted me and I smiled at him. 

"We should leave," Declared Bianca, and turns away and disappear into the crowd. 

"Is she on something?" Asked Amy. 

"Ummm...No," Realisation hit him that she must be acting bratty with us, "I am sorry for whatever she did, she just stopped drinking caffeine due to some...diet stuff, She is just in withdrawal,"

I nodded my head, "I am sure she has had a chemical imbalance since birth," I snickered. 

"Yeah, Right..., I...should go," he said, taking a step back with a smile and then turning and leaving to follow Bianca. 

Justin, the most popular guy in school because of the handsome face he carries around, and the nicely built muscles, plus he is nice. So, almost 89 per cent of the girls in school want him, other 11 per cent are loyal to their boyfriends. He is the dream hunk for many girls. I smile, looking at his retrieving figure. 

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The class ended quite nicely and now my stomach was yearning for some food. It was lunch break. So, I grabbed my pals and we headed to the cafeteria. It was a huge place, with the usual chairs and table and pillars Of course, and the food was lit. 

We grabbed our snacks and found our usual table, sitting there. I quickly dig in my burger, while looking around the cafe to see whom Maiden was referring to as handsome right now. I found him pretty quickly sitting next to Justin. 

"Yeah, but Justin is more handsome," I said. 

Justin's eyes met mine and I smiled at him to which he returned the favour and winked. 

"If Bianca saw you, talking and flirting with Justin, She'll go bonkers," Janice said, with a spoon full of green vegetables in her hand while eating her salad.

"As I would care, She doesn't deserve him, He is too good for her," 

"Yeah, He'll fit fine with you," Amy commented. I snickered. 

"Yeah, Like that would happen," I said rolling my eyes.

"Why not! I mean You are far better than Bianca and I can tell he liked you," 

"He does?" I ask, in a whisper. 

"Of course, He does," 

I mouth shrug at them and sigh. 

"You should talk to him!" Chirped Jen.

"About what?" I asked.

"That you like him and you two should totally date," 

I give her the long look, "You know, I can't," 

"Because of your father's promise?" She asked and I nodded yes, with a sad smile.

"Don't mind me Ella, But this is nonsense, I mean, It's not the eighties that you are not allowed to date!" Said Amy.

"I can't deny my father, He loves me and I know he...whatever he has in mind would be good for me," 

"And get arranged to someone after you turn 22? How is that good?" 

"He said, I could date after that, or if I want an arranged something that he could do that too, I just have to wait till I turn 22," 

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The break was almost over.

"Oh, why don't you...I mean have a secret relationship," Said Mae.

"No," I frowned. They were still talking about my dating life.

"Why not?" 

"Because I can't betray my father,"

"That's why I said secret!" 

"No, Mae, I can't, It's the only thing my Dad has ever asked me, To not date until 22, that too for my safety, I Promised him, I can't just turn my back on his emotions and promises for some guy, He is all I have," 

"Even if the guy is Justin?" 

"Even if the guy is Justin," I nodded my head with a sad smile. 

Just a moment later, I hear a hand smack on my table and I look up to see Bianca, looking like an angry red bull. 

What does she want now!

"Stop flirting with my Boyfriend," her comment was directed at me. She is really on something really cheap, I am now sure of that. 

"Bianca...," I narrowed my eyes, "Maybe you should stop taking whatever drugs you are on," 

"Oh, Shut up! You think you can snatch away my Justin from me and I won't do anything?"

"I...don't want your Justin, Bianca,"

"Oh really, then Why is EVERYONE in the cafe talking about YOU AND HIM," 

"Ask them!" I snapped. 

"Probably because they would be so perfect together," commented Amy sipping her drink. 

"Oh, No they won't, He is mine and You bitch," She said pointing her very long nails at me, "Stay away from him," 

"What did you just call me?" I ask.

"Well, I call you Bitch," 

I grabbed the glass filled with coke from Amy's mouth and opened the lid, throwing ut at Bianca. 

She uttered a high pitched scream.

"You need to take some bath, To cool down your damaged brain," I said. 

Without warning, she grabbed some ketchup and splashed it on me. 

My clothes! She did not. 

"I will kill you," I yelled. Suddenly Amy Jen threw the entire salad tray at her face, some of it fell on the people sitting behind her.

That's when some guy climbed on some table at the centre of the cafe and yelled, 

"FOOD FIGHT!" 

He had to just utter these words and the entire cafe which previously consisted of sophisticated students of 'The Albarn High' suddenly started to turn into monsters and a dirty play of food fight rolled in the whole hall. 

"We need to get out of here, Quick!" I yelled to my pals and we ran out from the nearest exit. 

"Woah, what the hell is happening there?" Amy looked stunned, as we all stared at the glass on the door to the other side of the cafe. 

"High school stuff!" 

"We should we do now?" 

"I have an idea," I smirk, with a hand on my waist, "Let's go," 

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Currently, we were in the principals' office, all cleaned up, complaining about who started the fight in the cafe, obviously blaming Bianca and her minions, and cleaning our name off of it. 

"And she said, I'll complain to the teachers that you start the fight and threw this food on me," I said showing him my shirt, making the most genuine face I could ever pull. Well, yes I am a good actor. 

The principal nodded his head. 

"No surprise for me there, Bianca is always indulged in creating a mess in school," said Mrs John, the assistant. Oh, I love this woman now. 

"Alright, I understand, you all can go back!" Said Principal Paul and we head out respectfully. 

"That was smart Ella, and he actually believed us," I was getting praised for this brilliant idea. Nevertheless, the cafe chaos was going to be taken into notice and the person who started would have been on the hunt, which was me, of course. And the reason that she called me a bitch to start a food fight in a cafe would not be taken into consideration. So, I had to get my hands clean before being dragged into this mess, which I very professionally and royally just did. What a genius I am.