Cold Blood by Alexandra Littler (top non fiction books of all time TXT) 📖

I am pushed into the back seat.
We drive of.


I wonder what they’re going to do. Why didn’t they just kill me?
Whatever the reason I’m glad of it. I don’t want to die.
Where are we going? Or more importantly, where are we now?
If I knew where we are I’d have a better chance of escape.


I spot a police station on our right. Finally some good luck. Now if I can just get out of the car. I carefully undo my seatbelt and slide over to the right hand door. I gently pull up the locking button. So far so good.
I tug on the handle and dive out of the car. I start for the police station and then stop.


What am I thinking? I’m an assassin. The police will either: lock me up, throw me out or kill me themselves.


I turn and rundown an alley. Man from the car is chasing me. He’s gaining on me with every step. I’m not going to make it, I’m going to die. No, stop it, think positively I can do this I just have to confuse them enough to shake them off my tail. Once there out of site I’m home free.


Now left down an alley, right, another alley. Come on there’s got to be somewhere to hide.
Wheelie bin! No, hang on, it’s a ‘biffa’ bin.
I dive in head first and slam the lid shut after me.


ONE MINUTE LATER
I hear people running past looking for me. This is good they don’t seem to know where I am. I might just make it through this. They run past again and again.
TEN MINUTES LATER


Silence, I should be ok now. I ease open the bin lid clamber out. So far so good. I might just get away with this. I walk out of the alley. I’m safe…ish. Once I’m home I’ll be ok.


I walk over to the nearest corner shop and ask where I am. They laugh at me. So I say it’s not funny. I was going to get a bus home but I think that either I got the wrong one or got the right one and got of at the wrong stop.


Furthermore I tell them I’m willing to pay for their much needed assistance. I pull out a twenty. They tell me I’m in a small town three miles from my home.


Perfect all I need to do now is catch a taxi home. I go to the local taxi service and ask for a taxi. They tell me thy won’t be able to get me a taxi for at least three hours but when I pull out a wad of cash they soon change their tune.
Oh, how I love money it truly does make the world go round.


So here I am, I’m sitting in a taxi halfway home. They wanted me to pay in advance but I persuaded them to change their mind. Because basically if you paid them first the could run off on you. Whereas if you pay them later they’ll have to stick around to collect.


TWENTY MINUTES LATER


I’m home finally.
Sometimes my life goes completely upside down. It’s hard to think that if my mum hadn’t got killed I’d just be a normal kid and my life would be perfect, although it’s nice to have plenty of money all the time, and to have Ice (mum was allergic to dogs).


In six years I’ll be an adult and personally I’m dreading growing up. Where’s the fun in that? I want to live a life of my choosing. I life in which I can live how I want when I want. I want to do one assignment each day and then curl up with a hot chocolate and Ice and watch a movie. All I want is to live my life like I do now.


TEN MINUTES LATER


I phone the agency informing them that I’m taking tomorrow off so please don’t ring unless it’s an absolute emergency. They say ok and with that I go to bed. I’m exhausted, I find it hard to believe how tired I actually am.


THE NEXT DAY


I’m on holiday today. For other assassins your not allowed to just ring and say your not coming but me, well I’m a special case. I’m invaluable, I’m impossible to replace, why? Well I’m a child.


There are only three child assassins in the whole world and I’ve met one of the other ones, a boy my age.
His name’s Michael and he emails me an awful lot and he’s even got half the world as his friends on facebook.


So as I was saying we can’t be replaced because there are so few children in the world who even have the potential to be an assassin.
Michael and the third one a girl called Rachael were both orphaned a couple of years ago. Their twins so they have each other I have no one.
I’m all alone.


But then again I have Ice not to mention the TV as well of course.


I spend today watching movies.
At about six o’clock I ring Dominoes pizza and order a pepperoni. I eat my pizza and then go to bed.


THE NEXT DAY


I’m home with Ice but I might go for a walk later. I give Ice her tea and then eat mine. With a full stomach I decide to go for a walk.


TEN MINUTES LATER


I’m on my own just walking trying to figure out who I should invite to my thirteenth birthday party.


Suddenly I see someone standing directly in front of me.
I turn to run but feel wet on my back.
I touch my back and then look at my fingers.
They’re bright red!


Just then the pain hits me and I fall screaming.


I look up and see a man standing over me with a wicked smile on his face.
After a few seconds he turns and walks away.


It all goes black…


*AUTHORS NOTE*
From now on this will be written a bit different, but dont worry it should still make sense!!!


I wake in a hospital bed with various drips sticking out of my arms.
i try to sit up but pain shoots through me as one of the needles wrenches itself out of my skin.

Pain isnt good!
I look around and thats when it hits me I'm in a public hospital, the police are probably on there way and to top it all of I'm an assassin!!

I rip out the other tubes and stand up shakily.
I lok around the room for the first time. Its a small hospital room with a swinging door and a clock in one corner.

I sigh, time to get out. I search round the room for some clothes, i find a pair of shorts and a T-Shirt in a cuboard mounted on the wall.
I pull them on hastily and walk over to the door.

Opening the door I peer out into the hospital.
Time to get out of here.


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Publication Date: 04-28-2011

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