How Could I?

 

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Introduction

Games. That's what I think of when I hear Life. A game filled with rules and levels. the older you get the harder the levels are, but in time they become easier. to make it easier, faster, i like to amuse myself with other games. deadly games, easy games, drama games, games i like to make up. you see that's all life is. one. big. game...

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Chapter 1: Life

Chapter 1: Life 

Name: Maximum Clarance Nite (Max, Maxy)

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 110 

Body Description: Skinny, Brown/gold hair, Green/blue eyes, Hour Glass Frame, legs longer than torso 

Notes: Max attends Silver High, which is a Private School. She has no mother or father, but was adopted by Nate Michael Nite (don't need info. on him). Max appears to be alone than be around people at school. why? we think she is antisocial, she is referred to as 'the loner' at school. She does not stop nor does it looks like she care about the rumors. she is in great health. she does no sports. 

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Silver High is where I go to school. It is in fact a Private School. so of course there are going to be barbie blond snobs, jocks, geeks, and yes the loners. Which one am I in? The loners. I'd rather be alone than with someone i don't care about. 

life here isn't bad, that is if you know how to deal with it. to be honest i had fun when i first went here, because i thought it was amusing to see a real t.v. Drama take place in school. not literally but there was  lot of drama that i found out about. perks of being a loner, eaves dropping is to easy, and you don't get noticed. at first it was fun... until it was a routine. she did this, he did that, did you hear about this, did you see that, blah blah blah.... to put it short, it got boring. 

so now I'm going to tell you how i became who i am today. it started on a Saturday, no wait.. Sunday? I don't know, it was during the weekend... i think. but i was walking home from the school i use to go to before i got adopted. when i got there Alex, the guy running the show, asked me to meet a man named Nate Rullis. i was only 14 at the time so i was obviously a little nervous. when i walked into Alex's office there stood a young 30 year old, maybe 6'2", tan, black hair, and a bit of a beard. the only thought going through my head was how he looked. he looked good for a 30 something year old, but i could tell he had a certain air about him that said "tough". 

he stood up and came over to shake my hand and Alex told me he would be adopting me, and that i will be leaving in three hours. "that's not necessary" i told him. "why?" "because i just need to pack then i can leave, i assume the paperwork is already filled out and ready to go. am i right?" Alex knew by now that i didn't take long doing anything. "yes" he said. i nodded and looked at Nate. he was looking at me with a satisfied look. what was weird is that i felt a little proud of this look instead of uneasy. after i packed me and Nate left to the air port where he said we will be moving to Laguana Beach, California. we spent maybe half a year there before we moved. but by then i warmed up to Nate and his three sons, cal (14),Danny(13), and josh(12). they where also adopted. 

it was only a few weeks later that i found out why he adopted me. And it couldn't be any crazier.

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Chapter 2: Well...

Chapter 2: Well...

 

        I guess I never told you what my name is, huh? I'm Maximum Clarance Nite. It's funny because who would name their daughter max, let alone maximum, right? well, when I was adopted I got to pick my own name so I just said the names that i liked, but the last name is Nate's so... but i think it came out okay.

               "Max" my teachers voice ringing in my ears. "y-yes?" i say embarrassed as i hear people around me snicker and send evil smirks my way. "in stead of dozing off in your dreamland of unicorns, rainbows, and teen fantasy, why don't you pay more attention and actually learn something today." he yells while i just roll my eyes. see this is how it works for me and Mr. Roush's class, he teaches us boring things that boring people found out about god know when and tortures me when i so much as look out the window. so what i don't like history screw me, burn me to hell, call me Delilah, but at the end of class is always get my victory when i make his sorry as-butt look like a retard in front of his whole class. i can already taste the sweet victory in just ten more minutes. Mr.douche or i mean Roush has always had it out for me i don't even know why either, but ever since we have been mortal enemies ever since.

        i patiently wait for the clock to hit the ten minute mark tell the bell rings. 'this is going to be a good one too. he wont even know what hit him.' "well class that is all for today and as you all know it is ten tell so please spend this time writing in your journal. he always makes us write in our journals after class and he always writes in his after we go to lunch so... i planted a fire bomb which will ignite all his "precious" journals that he's been storing since he was six, for my revenge. he wont suspect its me because this is the first time i've done something bad to him.

        "RRRRRIIIIINNNNGGGGG"

        "victory at last." i whisper to myself. as we all file out of the room, i as slowly as i can gather and make my way out the door.i'm half through the room when i hear the sudden "whoosh" of the fire bomb and the sweet sound of Mr.Roush's yell that fills the air. i turn around on my heels and look at my stupid teacher holding his head then finally jumping to action and hitting the flames all while screaming "NOO, MY JOURNALS, MY LIFE, THEIR BURNING!!!" He looks up and asks me to help him put it out. "sorry, i wouldn't even pee on it to put it out, your on your own here Mr. Douche." and with that i walk out just in time to miss the overhead sprinklers turning on and dousing everything he owns. 'oh what sweet sweet victory. that'll teach him to mess with me. he better be glad i didn't use a real bomb on his ass. ha ha that would be nice to see. now its time for lunch, peace at last.'

        being a loner isn't all that bad, i mean yeah it's lonely but i can handle it. and on the bright side i can go unnoticed meaning i can eaves drop on so many people just by standing right next to them, so yeah you can say i have some good info. on everyone at this school.

        as i make my way outside i head towards the football field. i cant stand people staring at me in the cafeteria, because i eat alone so i eat on the other side of the football field where the woods are. i don't venture far into the woods i just lean against a tree on the edge, so i can see everything that goes on during lunch.

        i finally reach my tree and set down and take out my food. after a couple of seconds eating and watching the football guys practice, my phone rings. "hello?" i say putting my lunch back into my bag. "how's school?" i smile at Nate's voice on the other end and stand up. "fine now cut to the chase Nate, you don't just call me at school for nothing." my voice is hard and i stop smiling once i get into hearing distance to other people. "you're good max. now his name is Tom Sander, he's 23, and he's working for Patch." he says. just saying Patch sends anger through my body. "yeah, I'm leaving school now. cover for me okay. when i get home we'll talk about it more, k?" i say heading toward my car. "yeah that's fine. see you soon." he says and with that i hang up the phone and peel out of the parking lot.

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        when i pull up to the house we are currently living in, I turn of the engine to my car and get out locking it. i make my way into the house and going strait to Nate's office. "Nate!" i say cheerfully walking into his office. "what am i doing for today?" i say flopping down on the sofa beside his desk. "here's his file. and max be careful. you have a week to complete the mission if you do not succeed... then you are suspended." he says leaning back into his chair and looks me dead in the eye. i look at him with no emotion at all.

        'i will not seem weak. i will be strong. i will be the best.' i chant in my head. i pick up the file and flip through it. I see something that really confused me. "hey Nate? what's it mean when they say Cadaverous?" i say looking at the file again. "oh, that means he resembles death, or in other words he's deathly pale, thin, and bony. he looks like a walking corpse." he says typing away on the computer. 

"oh" i whisper.

        i look down at this Tom Sander guy's file and nate's right, his picture shows a guy with snow white skin, tall, peppered hair, and he is deathly then to where you can see his bones. to put it lightly he really was a dead man walking...

        i sigh and make my way towards the basement where we keep all the supplies. 

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        i've never cared about people... i was taught not to. i was taught that getting close to someone is just going to kill me and if not me... them. so i've never loved someone. yes, i would be crushed if anyone in our little troubled 'family' got killed, but i could see my self letting them go when the time comes. call me heartless, but ever since nate adopted me this is what he's taught me. the closer i get the deader they are. this is why i can never be close to someone....ever, because i would kill them.

        after i gather all my stuff that i need i make my way to the car and drive the forty minute drive to the next town over. when i drive up to the vacant parking lot i get out and make my way to the alley. i heard the hidden bar before i even saw it. 'it's not very hidden if you make it easy for me to find' i make my way to the door and try it. it silently swings open showing a dark hallway. i sigh and make my way in blending into the darkness because of my black (and bullet proof) shirt and pants, with my black combat boots. 

        Because i have to go into a bar to get my target i have to act and wear something appropriate. something where i can move, but yet still be able to fight in, but not showy .

        at the end of the dark hallway there's a door. when i opened the door i was attacked by cigarette smoke and the smell of beer. i walk in and instantly see where everyone is. three guys by the bartender, four playing pool at the pool tables, and nine just setting at the tables talking. in all there are sixteen people and out of them there are only six girls. 'this should be easy'.  i make my way towards the bar and sit down asking for a beer. of course i'm not going to drink it i need to keep a clear head but at least i wont be suspicious, or at least that suspicious. i look around the room and memorize all the escape routes. there are three ways out of here. the windows, front door, and the back door.

        i look for tom and spot him at a table by himself, looking strait at me. since he's pretty handsome and thinks he can get anyone he wants...i know because it was in his file, i pretend do act shy and look away. out of the corner of my eye i can see tom smirking and coming my way. i turn around fully, smirking. 'this is way easier than i thought'. 

        i feel his presence behind me. "hey there pretty girl what's a fine thing like you doing here all alone, huh?" he says leaning beside me. i mentally role my eyes and turn shyly towards him and say in a soft shy voice. "i..i just broke up with my boyfriend." at this he perks up and grabs my hand. "here lets get out of here then, and have some real fun" he says leading me out of the bar and into the ally. 'well that was easy' i think. i walk with him a few blocks away and into an empty parking garage. his sleek black BMW was the only car in the parking garage. as we walk in i grab his arm tighter and whisper to him in a scared voice "i..i'm s..s.scared" i internally kill myself but it had to be done. as we walk to his car i release his arm and he stops leaning on the back of the car. "what's wrong? are you scared?" he asks in a mocking tone. 'it's time to end this'

        i smirk at him, "no Tom, i think you should be scared." i see the smirk instantly leave his face and becomes serious. "who are you?" he yells moving away from me with fear, and anger blazing in his eyes. i smile and walk slowly towards him, reaching back behind my back and under my leather jacket and take out my AMT Hardballer with a silencer. i wrap my hand around the cold slick metal and look Tom Sanders in the eyes. without blinking i point my gun at his heart."i know you work for patch, and i'm the one who's going to kill you. but it's funny because you're one of the lucky ones" i say void of emotion. he puts his hand up and nervously laughs "how so?" he says. i cock my head to the side and smile. "You won't suffer..to much." i say in a matter of fact tone. before he has a chance i pull the trigger and watch his face pull up in pain and his body crumple to the ground. 

        i look down at his body and walk over towards him. "what you didn't realize tom, is that patch isn't all that smart, and to think you where only a filthy pawn in his game is just sad. To bad he didn't think before he moved his pieces, because if he did, you wouldn't be the one dead right now." 

        i make my way back to my car and head home. as i drive i call nate and let him know the mission has been completed and he sends a clean up team to make all the evidence and him disappear. it will look like he never even existed. 

        its weird how many times i've done this. what's even weirder is that i'm okay with it...i'm okay with killing people, and that i still don't feel anything after i kill them.. like for god sakes i kill people... shouldn't i be freaking out or something. shouldn't i feel any remorse, anger, sadness? but no... not even the first time i killed someone, did i feel anything. i have emotion it's just i guess it doesn't affect me when i kill...

        So now you know my dirty little secret!

         yes i Maximum Clarance Nite is and assassin.  

But shhhh if you tell anyone i might have to kill you.

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Chapter 3: The Real Me.

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Chapter 4: Lost Puppy

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Chapter 5: How Times Have Changed

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Chapter 6: Evidence Or Clues?

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Chapter 7: Faith, Trust, and Eyeliner?

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