M for Maniac

Chapter 1

Cadence's POV

'Murder is such an energizing activity' I mused, jumping through my window. I land with an almost inaudible 'thud' in my room. Smiling, I go to my laptop on my desk and open it up, pressing the power button before plopping down into my seat with a smile. Mere seconds after it powers up the slightly wrinkled face of a woman appears on the screen. Her eyes widen slightly at me and I smile, they never get accustomed to the red contacts.

"Agent M," she acknowledges me.

"Hello"

"The target?"

"Dead"

"And his family?"

"The same"

"Very well, good job"

"I know"

"Your reward will be there by tomorrow"

"Good" and then I press 'X' that makes her fade and my desktop background of black roses and gold rain pop up.

Afterward, I get up, going to my bathroom to take a very quick shower and change into my night clothes. I remove my red contacts and brush my hair hurriedly while smiling at my reflection. Stepping out of the bathroom, I go back to my laptop and open my account, smiling when I realize that she already transferred the million dollars into my account to join the other half a million that was given before I did the job. I power down my laptop before going over to the little white box built into my wall beside my bed. I press the gold button before speaking, "Goodnight everyone, love you" I whisper, knowing that every room in the house heard the message. After hearing a reply from both my parents and my brother, I crawl into bed and clap twice to turn off the lights.

The man and his family I killed earlier made a foolish mistake. He betrayed someone and started feeding information to some gang after they threatened to kill his family. He should have known better than to think they wouldn't find out. The gang would've killed him and his family when he ran out of information, he should be grateful his family didn't feel much pain. I did it fast and as painless as death can be. His crying makes no sense; he was a dead man anyway.

I turn to lie on my side and smile softly as I drift off to sleep.

*****

I wake up when my body alarm rings: 06:00. I go through my routine quickly: showering, brushing my teeth, brushing my golden blonde hair, plaiting it into two and pinning them up, putting on my messy, black wig over it, putting in my murky brown contacts over my forest green eyes and getting dressed in loose black clothing that hide my figure and make me look smaller. It's not enough to cover the fact that I'm a 5 ft. 11' teenage girl, but I do look smaller and inferior. I grin at my reflection as I grab my plain black backpack and head downstairs. In my backpack I have my books, of course, a pair of red contacts, a small black mask and some daggers in case I have to go do something real quick after school. No one ever checks my bag and they're in hidden compartments anyway.

I don't have to hide my identity at all but it's funny to me that people barely give a second thought about the deadly assassin walking through the same hallways as them. Well they don't exactly know that, but that's what makes it funny to me.

When I reach downstairs my brother places a plate of chocolate chip pancakes and turkey bacon in front of me. I hate pork, it disgusts me to the point where I'm sure I wouldn't eat it even if I weren't allergic. They disgust me for some reason. He laughs at my appearance as he sits across from me with his toast bread and scrambled eggs. I smile at him in thanks before digging in. He's already dressed in his dress shirt, tie and slacks. He works as an accountant; it's his cover as well as his actual job. My parents work for the government as FBI agents who started out as assassins - like me. You could say I inherited that gene, it that is at all possible. I don't usually see them in the mornings but I can't complain because some tasks take me out the country for weeks.