Three days ago
"Jake, you know that girl, Iris?" John asked.
I turned to him in confusion. His eyes were half closed, like a sleepy lizard.
"Not really, I didn't even know who she was until her name was chosen."
"Good, then you will have no problem killing her." He said, waving a hand.
I whipped around and let out a short curse. He smirked as I stalked up to him.
"Kill her!? You think you can just drop that on me and act like its not the most surprising news?" I yelled.
He smiled and rapped his knuckles on the desk. I frowned and let out a frustrated groan. He smiled again, a small smile, as he pulled out a small apple. He bites it noisily and chews it quickly before nodding.
"You have to kill her because she is a threat to the government. She is the daughter of a enemy government! If she survives then she will inherit his fortune and his power. But if you kill her, then he will die without a heir. And we can defeat them!" He growled.
I froze and thought about it. We did know each other, from middle school, but I can still betray her. We are friends but I can still betray her. Right?
Yeah, I can. All I have to do is trap her and kill her.
She watched me as I stuffed supplies. It'll make it harder to kill her because of the wound but I can do it. If I can pretend to be confused, I can kill her.
"Jake, that's enough supplies to last a month. Lets go." She said, her voice as cool as ice.
Maybe she knows that I knew it was her. It was light enough for me to see her but if she asks then I can protest the opposite. She watched me curiously as I got up. I remember what John said, that she was the daughter of an enemy.
She grabbed the backpack from me and walked out the front door. I paused, standing there. I have been telling myself for a few days that I can kill her but I can't.
I shook myself and grabbed a granola bar. How much did they spend for this? I stuffed it in a pocket and walked out after Iris. I could see her waiting by the road, her ponytail pulled out. Her long waving brown hair hung down to her waist.
I stepped on a twig and she turned. Her light green eyes flashed angrily as she noticed a weapon in my pocket. She looked at my face and I could feel her searching it for clues.
"I know what you are going to do. I had decided to take a walk when I had I heard what John had said. You have to kill me right?" She hissed. "All because my father is the leader of a assassin city. I pretend to be a stupid little girl so I can escape that! And then I find out that john pulled my name out on purpose. On orders by my father! And then tells you to kill me. Knowing that I can will attack you. But I know you, Jake, and I know that you can't do it."
Her voice broke. I looked away. I can kill her. She will be the leader of an assassin group. I look back to her. But can I? She's my friend! But she's an assassin! But she's my friend! BUT SHE'S AN ASSASSIN!
I looked up at her and pulled the knife out of my pocket. She smiles sadly and pulled out a knife from her pocket. It was stained at the tip with dried blood. From the other girl, I thought in a panic.
She launched herself at me, knife first. I dodged it and she plunged it into my wound.
"I'm sorry it came to this." She whispered.
My only answer was a groan. She stood up and and pulled out the knife. I let out a scream of pain as it cut me again as she pulled it out.
She winced at the sight of the blood pouring out of my wound. She turned and whispered, " I never wanted to hurt you. I wanted to kill John and end this stupid thing."
"Thing is I was going to betray you but decided against it. Until, I remembered that you were an assassin and you would have killed me anyway." I whispered and smiled weakly.
She turned around and kicked my wound. I let out a yelp at the pain. She winced and took off.
As I raced from the house, the guilt overtakes me. This is why my father sent me after people I didn't know. The guilt would destroy me.
My feet pounded on the pavement, and I lost myself in the beat. I am not a killer. I am not a killer. I am not a killer.
But I am, aren't I. I've killed before and I just hurt an old friend. A friend who just admitted he was going to kill me. Even after I said I didn't want to be an assassin. My father forced me to kill those people. Well, he told me that they would be okay but after awhile, I stopped believing him. I knew those people I had hurt were dead.
My mother was the most feared assassin until she disappeared. I later found out that she tried to leave and be normal. And that my father killed her.
That's why I tried to escape. I didn't want to die. But that nearly happened tonight, when Jake tried to kill me. I stopped in shock. He knew that it was me when he attacked me first. HE KNEW! I've tried to convince him, but he refused to listen. He deserved to die! I started running again.
"Iris, my darling daughter. Why are you running?" A voice called out.
I froze again in fear. Was that ....father? I turned and saw him faxing me, his short brown hair brushed back.
"Iris, I think its high time you became a full assassin." He said smiling.
Hi, everyone reading this. I know that its shocking that Iris would do this. Sadly, there will not be a part three to the Competion to Kill. But when there is a good prompt, i will make a new story with Iris as an assassin. Sorry for cutting it off when her father appears...