My Assasin StoryPreveiwThe young assassin strolled through the halls on silent feet. Her uncle, the only family member she had left, stood at his doorway. "How did you hear me?" She asked in a small voice. Her uncle looked at her with surprise. She was a small teenager, 14 with dark hair that covered one eye. The other was an icy blue. She wore torn, black, netted gloves that ran up to her elbows, then cut off. She was wearing a dark sweater, and dark, comfortable jeans. "Where are you going?" He asked without answering her question. "Where do you think? I have a job to do." She said as she walked to one of the huge bay windows of their five story home. She stopped to make sure there was something soft to land on. "Bye!" She said and gracefully leaped out the window, and soared through the night sky toward the ground. Her uncle walked back to bed "Just like me" He chuckledEDIT- I have edited it. If you see anymore mistakes, please let me know.