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Daisy wasn't your average girl. She was a trained killer. Give her a target and she could come up with multiple ways to end the target's life. After a failed escape attempt from the world she grew up in she has to get used to being back to the world of training, guns and death. Throw in a boy or two that both drive Daisy mental, a sarcastic attitude, lots of drama and a mission that may turn Daisy back into the assassin she used to be and you've got a pretty hectic story.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and glared at my reflection in the cracked mirror.
It was their fault.
Everything was their fault.
"I just wanted to get out," I said to myself and flushed the toilet, washing away any signs that I had just puked up all of last nights food and lots of blood.
I groaned and ran my fingers through my natural silver hair, debating on what I should do.
I could keep running and end up killing myself, or I could go back and get help and end up killing others.
I had worked so hard to get away.
No one had ever done it before.
I had managed to stay undetected. I was free.
Or so I thought.
I was still caught in their net. They still had a hold on me.
I cursed loudly and slammed my hand down onto the sink. "I can't go back," I whispered and turned on my heel, walking into the bedroom. I grabbed a bundle of clothes out of the duffle bag that held all of my belongings and dumped them onto my bed. I stripped out of my clothes and before I pulled my jeans on I grabbed a clean bandage and replaced the blood stained one that was wrapped around my thigh. Once my leg was wrapped up I pulled my ripped skinny jeans on, a white vest top and my black leather jacket. I stuffed my feet into my combat boots and tied my hair up into a high pony tail and then made my way to the door.
I lived in a shitty apartment block on the outskirts of a small town. It was cheap and no one asked any questions.
I liked to walk into town every day. It was lonely by yourself. I moved a lot so there was no point making connections.
Besides, the only person I could reply on was myself.
The town was cute and not extremely busy. It also didn't have many security cameras.
I had been here for about two weeks and pretty soon I'd have to move again.
It wasn't safe for me to stay in the same place for long. I was constantly looking over my shoulder.
I glanced behind me and let myself relax a little bit, there was a family across the road, a little old lady and group of guys about 20 meters behind me.
No one to be concerned about.
I gasped suddenly when I felt a sharp pain in my throat and I coughed violently, blood splattering into my hands. "Shit," I muttered grabbed a tissue out of my pocket, quickly wiping the blood up.
"That doesn't look too good."
I froze when I heard the voice and my heart started to beat rapidly in my chest.
It couldn't be.
I held my breath as I slowly looked up, praying to God that the familiar voice was just a coincidence.
"Long time no see, Daisy," Blake said, looking down at me with an arrogant smirk on his face.
"Fuck," I cursed and span round, frowning when the group of guys that were behind were suddenly a lot closer than before. And they were all looking directly at me.
"Oh no you don't," Blake called and before I could run he grabbed my wrist and yanked me back.
I swore loudly and ripped my wrist from his gasp, spinning round to face him.
"Do you really think you're fit to fight with the state you're in?" Blake wondered and he ran his fingers through his dark hair.
"Fuck you," I spat and he smirked, raising his fists in front of his face.
, and studied harder. With an IQ...
"Come at me, Dais," he grinned and I did exactly that.
He dodged my first punch easily and I gritted my teeth, launching a kick to his side. He stumbled slightly, but laughed. "You're weak," he said and I ducked a punch he threw. "I wonder why that is, eh?"
"You did it, you gave the infection to me?" I hissed and gasped in pain when he grabbed my fist, millimetres before it hit his face and twisted it up painfully behind my back.
"We were right to be concerned about your mental state, so we got Jack to make something especially for you," he said and I threw my head back, hitting Blake painfully in the face. I twisted out of his grip and swept my legs under his, sending him tumbling to the floor. He chuckled darkly and easily jumped up, directing a fist to my face before I could blink.
"Fuck," I muttered and stumbled backwards. I was surprised that I was still standing. After being sick this morning my head was pounding and the world was constantly spinning.
"Ever since the little boy, we knew it had messed with your head," Blake told me and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Shut up," I snapped and went to kick him in side, but he grabbed my ankle and flipped me over. Luckily, I managed to land in a crouch, but as soon as I stood an immense pain exploded in my thigh and I yelled out in pain. "Shit!" I cursed and Blake directed another expertly aimed kick to my thigh. My leg buckled due to the pain and I landed on my knees with a thud. "You asshole!" I growled and forced myself up, but before I could do anything Blake had grabbed my arm and twisted it up painfully behind my back. I yelled in frustration and struggled in his hold, but he was too strong. "Get off me!"
"Calm down or I will reopen your stitches for you," Blake said in a sweet voice and I winced when I felt pressure on my thigh. I looked down and saw that he had a knife pressed to the top of my thigh, right by my wound.
"You're a cunt."
"Lovely to see you too, Daisy," Blake chuckled and it was only then when I realised that the group of guys that were behind me had stopped and were watching Blake and I. "They're with the Agency," Blake said and a guy with messy blonde hair stepped forward and looked me up and down.
"This is her?" He said in a low, emotionless voice.
"No, she's a stranger and I thought it would be funny to attack her," Blake said sarcastically.
The guy stared at Blake and arched an eyebrow. "Your so called humour can be irritating. Did you know that?"
"Your shit personality can be a right bore sometimes. Did you know that?" Blake countered and the guy smirked ever so slightly, shaking his head at Blake.
"Who's this?" I asked and the guy took a step towards me. His large figure towered over me and his dark eyes were narrowed as he looked me up and down.
"Eli Reynolds," Blake said and I raised my eyebrows at the familiar name.
"The?" I asked and the guy nodded.
"You're not the only famous name at the Agency," Eli said and placed his fingers under my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. "However, I don't run from my job."
I yanked my head to the side and kicked my leg forward, hitting Eli painfully in the knee.
"Fuck off," I snapped and gasped in pain when Blake pressed the knife into my thigh, cutting through my jeans and quite probably the stitches I had as well. "You fucking twat!" I growled and Blake tutted.
"Behave," he said into my ear. "Sorry about that, Eli. Daisy is a bit of a handful."
I scoffed and suddenly a black van pulled up beside us on the road. "How original," I muttered and the back doors opened to reveal Jack.
"Daisy!" He said brightly, his grin widening when I glared at him. "How's the head? Spinning? Started puking blood yet?"
"You little bitch!" I hissed and launched myself at Jack, but Blake easily held me back. "I'll kill you, you sly little-"
I was cut off when Blake slammed my head into the door of the van and I groaned when I saw stars. "You guys don't hold back," one of the guys that I didn't know commented and I blinked a few times, trying to see clearly.
"If the positions were swapped she wouldn't either," Blake said and he shoved me into the van. My vision was still blurry from the harsh knock from Blake and I stumbled when getting into the van. Two benches ran along either side and Blake pushed me onto a bench and I coughed violently, covering my mouth with my hands as I coughed up blood.
"That's gross," Blake muttered and I wiped my hands on my jeans.
"That science," Jack called and I glared at him.
My vision was starting to clear and I looked around me, trying to figure out a way to escape. Including Blake, Jack and Eli there were six guys, not counting the driver who I had yet to see.
They thought I was weak, they wouldn't be expecting a surprise attack.
"Tom, go up front with Oli," Blake ordered and one of the guys I didn't know nodded and walked off. One less guy to deal with. "Everyone else in."
Before anyone else moved I jumped up and punched Blake in the balls. He groaned and doubled over in pain.
"Bitch," he groaned, but he managed to grab my arm and yank me backwards. I crashed into the van wall and hissed in pain when I hit my head.
"Everyone, get in!" Jack yelled and I groaned when the doors to the van slammed. I was trapped.
"The balls?" Blake winced and grabbed my arm, shoving me back down back into the bench. "Really?"
"Don't be such a baby," I muttered and he pulled a gun out of the waistband of his jeans and directed a blow to my temple. "That's just rude," I groaned as my head rang and black dots clouded my vision. It wasn't hard enough to knock me out, but after getting shoved into the van door and hitting my head on the van wall it was certainly enough to daze me.
Blake reached und
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