This is a story I started in 8th grade and am just now working on rewriting it. It would be great if I got some constructive criticism and feedback.

My Crazy Assassin Girlfriend

a/n ***txt*** means cringe and unrevised {txt} means italics

Prologue

Finding her was the sign I needed. Her love was everything. When she was taken from me, I didn't think I could ever function again. But I did. I sought revenge from those evil men who murdered her. They would regret the day they ever messed with someone I cared about. They would regret the day they messed with Mannis Khena. They thought they were safe. They were wrong.

Chapter 1

2 years before the accident and 3 months after I met Jay...

***Ever since we started dating, every day had been a breeze. It felt good to wake up in the morning. It felt good to go outside. I felt as though I was not tethered to my past mistakes. Jay is perfect. She knows all the ways to make me laugh, she knows the best ways to comfort me when I am down. We've only been together for 3 months but it feels like a lifetime.*** Before I met Jay, I wouldn't go out in public. I was a shut-in. And for good reason too; I, Mannis Khena, was the most prolific assassin for hire you could find. It all went south when I was handed a very difficult assignment, 8 months before I met Jay. I didn't think much of it at the time, for I had been given hard tasks in the past. You see, I very much liked a challenge. But this job was different. I had to kill Simon Khena. My father. ***I am the daughter of the business mogul Simon Khena. Notice I didn't say, heir. My father disowned me after finding me with a woman when I was 19. I had known he was religious but I hadn't thought that he could be a homophobe. Ever since then, I disappeared and started killing people. I wouldn't say I'm a sociopath per se, but I didn't enjoy the kill as much as I enjoyed the task.*** The purpose. No one knew who I was but I still had so much power. So when the day finally came that I was given that fateful job, I welcomed it. The thought of getting back at my dad for the way he treated me was exhilarating. I was ready for it. Or so I thought. Before I continue, I need to tell you more about Simon. He's a dick. I used to think he was a good person but I was sorely mistaken. It's not just the gay thing I swear(though that does play a big role.) It's that he's fake. Fake. Fake trust. Fake love. He's supposed to be Simon Khena, the rich successful businessman. Kind and sweet. Charitable. Loved by all. Not all. Not me. Not the thousands of people he's screwed over to get to where he is now. He's just a dick.

3 years before the accident and 1 year and 6 months after I met Jay...

"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABE!!!ARE YOU OUT OF THE SHOWER YET?!?!" I waited a beat. "Babe?... Jay?" I couldn't hear the shower anymore. I looked around. I felt a warm breath on the back of my neck. I whipped around to face my attacker and pinned them against the wall. "Hey- HEY!" I looked up at... my girlfriend? "Omigod I-I-I'm so sorry!" I stepped back quickly. "It's okay you didn't know." ***Jay wanted to have kids. I like children but I'm not sure I would be such a good parent given my track record as the shitiest babysitter in the world (Ms. Amber's words, not mine). I did want to get married though. Isn't it weird? We've been together for 1 and a half years and this has never come up before. That's life I guess. When you are with someone you love time flies. Sometimes, when I was in between jobs, I would sit in front of the fire and makeup stories to tell to myself until I fell asleep. Sometimes I miss those days when it was simpler but now that I have a real-life I wouldn't change it for the world. The worst could become the best day in a snap. That's when you have someone who you love and who loves you. Now I sit by the fireplace and makeup stories and tell them to Jay until we fall asleep.***

June tenth, 2014. 8 months before I met Jay...

***Simon is sitting at his favorite coffee shop, Le Moo. He is eating what he always eats. A blueberry muffin with honey. He is drinking what he always drinks. A black coffee. I always do recon before a mission like this. This time though, this time it's different. He is not alone. I am sitting across from him. Okay right you might be thinking "What kind of assassin are you?" but before you judge, I'll tell you my reasoning. Nothing. That's my reasoning. This one is personal to me and that's fine. I would never let it cloud my judgment but it's okay to let it influence your decisions, to a degree of course. Also, it's not like he could recognize me, I had changed my appearance too much since I last saw him. Neither of us has said a word since I sat down. I nodded to the gun pointed at him under the table. "Are you here to kill me, ma'am?" Simon smirked. "I'm not going to kill you just yet Mr. Khena" I put the gun back in my bag. "I've decided that you deserve something more... interesting". Simon looked at me with feigned amusement hiding behind disgust. I couldn't keep my head on straight. That was the same look he had given me when he kicked me out of his life. For me, that was the last straw. This job was too full of emotion to keep a clear head. So I did what I was best at. I disappeared.***

"Dammit, I need to find a way to get close to him without actually getting close to him." Great. Now I'm talking to myself. I guess it's a habit when you are always alone. It's too dangerous to have friends. Relationships. Connections. At first, it was hard, I admit that, but after a few years I got used to it. Although I don't have a boss, I am at the whim of my current client, James Benson. Yes, {that} James Benson. The president of the united states. Even though I live in Moonshine, a crowded city in Wales, I still get clients from all over the world. Man Tokyo was fun. As I had predicted, Simon did not increase his protection detail or add more security. He was an arrogant son of a bitch. I had everything in place. If everything went to plan, Simon would be dead in time to watch the new episode of Brooklyn 99. I always found it very entertaining. But as you can probably guess everything didn't go according to plan. Anything that could go wrong did. Tonight Simon was attending a charity ball. "Ugh, so pretentious. It's not like he cares about any of this stuff, it's just for publicity." I was seething. I knew I couldn't get close to him without compromising my position. So I came up with a plan. A genius plan. No way that it could fail. Sure. As it turns out James Benson was attending this ball as well. Such a {coincidence}. A waiter is to approach Simon with a tray of champagne. Not wanting to risk poisoning someone, none of the flutes were poisoned beforehand. Instead, after Simon chose a glass, the waiter would hand him a cocktail napkin laced with cyanide. Smart right? I guess. Except for one little unpredictable hiccup. For when it was time to place the plan into action something came up. A really important something. James was shot. Bleeding out in the middle of the dance floor, James lay sprawled out on the sparkling marble, a pool of crimson red blood slowly growing bigger around his barely breathing body. At first, everyone was in shock, then came the panic. {massive} panic. Luckily it seems the sniper was only after one target. Now I don't like spilling the blood of innocents but James was far from innocent. He ran his country into the ground (hint hint). The only reason I even accepted his business was that I hated my father more than him. That and I was planning on killing him after so, one less thing to do now. Of course, what happened after that was complete and utter chaos and I was loving it. It would be easy to kill Simon in this muck. But before I could do it I felt something over my mouth and everything went dark.

I guess I should have been more careful. I guess the adrenaline rush fogged my senses. The next thing I knew was that I was in a dark room. Not a lot happened after that, a couple of people came in to beat the crap out of me. I was used to it. I had been abducted before, it's quite a risk in my line of work. But I always got out. Then something unexpected happened. Simon Khena walked into the room. "Hello, Mannis." "Wha-huh?" I couldn't believe my eyes but there he was, right in front of me. Simon Khena in the flesh. My dad, whom I hadn't seen in 7 years suddenly and unexpectedly appeared before my eyes. Secondly, how did he know who I was? I had changed my appearance more times than I could count since I left. He smirked as he saw the surprised look on my face. "Didn't expect to see me yet?" The playful smirk on his face was replaced by a cold stare. "You underestimated me. I overestimated you. I thought you would have known by now that you can't pull one over on me." Simon then gave a long-ass speech about who cares whatever. After he left, the guard turned to me. He smirked, looking at me like he had complete power over me. I hate hate hate hate the kind of hired goons who think just because they were assigned to a girl that she was helpless. At least I could use this against him. I put on my most seductive smile. "Come here, big boy. Teach me a lesson" He smirked. 30 seconds later he was on the floor. "Hah," I thought to myself "You got what you deserved asshole." Sneaking through the hallways ways a cakewalk. The kind of cakewalk where there are 50 armed men with semis ready to shoot you. The kind of cakewalk where if you stepped a half-inch off-target, an arrow would shoot at your head. After maneuvering my way through Simon's tricks and traps, I deduced that I was in a lair somewhere. Simon probably said something about that in his speech but again, I wasn't listening. Freedom at last! Is what I felt like saying when I saw the door at the end of the hallway. But you know, stealth. It took me exactly 15.2 seconds to pick the lock and then I was out. As I breathed in the salty air I took a little sigh of relief. Wait a second, {salty} air? I looked around. F****. I looked at my surroundings. "I'm on an island. A f****** island." The island, gorgeous as it was, seemed drab and lifeless with no possibility of escape. There was a vast thin forest covering about half of the island. The other half was bare to the bone. Dry as a desert, pardon my redundancy. I had to find some way out of this place. I got here somehow right? It shouldn't be impossible. 2 minutes but it felt like two hours later; "Oh my god this is impossible!" Was there some kind of submarine or a helicopter? Maybe a sub-copter? At this point, I was open to riding on the back of a shark if need be. Just then I heard footsteps and dashed into some tall brush.

After what seemed like an eternity, the footsteps faded. I came out from behind the bush but the instant I did, I regretted it. Kind of. There before me stood the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. I mean she was a straight-up hottie. A stone-cold fox. Deep brown eyes and gorgeous auburn hair. "Name's Candace. Candace Conners." She held out her hand. *** I was about to shake it but then I remembered where I was. "Who are you here for?" I tensed and assumed a slight fighting stance. Candace let out a giggle. A very cute giggle. "I live on the island. Right down there" She pointed to a little village I hadn't noticed. "Okay... but why are you helping me?" I said with a skeptical look. "We hate what Mr. Khena has done with this once-prosperous island. And I think he is looking for you so that must mean something." I internally cringed. She must not know that I am his daughter. "Well is there a way I can get off this island?" "Well, there's a quick way and a slow way." I heard the hesitance in her voice and my stomach turned a little. "Lemme guess. The quick way has something to do with - Simon." I almost said my father but I caught myself. Sigh. *** "The other way is we can wait three days for the next supply ship to come in." Three days. That would be difficult but not impossible. "You can stay with me." Suddenly the second idea didn't seem so bad.

Her house was gorgeous with its tall ceilings and marble floors. It looked like a castle. There were 3 floors and she took me to the 2nd floor. She showed me to a guest room at the end of the hall. "This is where you'll be staying" I was in awe. This was supposed to be a guest room but it looked like the master. It had a full bathroom and a king-sized bed. Even better it faced north where you could see the edge of the island with its golden beach and glistening waters. I flopped down on the bed and at this point, I wasn't even surprised at how comfortable it felt against my sore back. Candace seemed to notice how tense I was. "Would you like a massage?" I smiled "It depends on what that entails" She laughed and led me to the massage room. Yes, you heard that right, she has a massage room...