SOUL'LESS

AshleyPeople's lives to me are a matter of a simple order. I just had to be given a command and I would just turn off the switch that makes the person breathe. You can't blame me, that was how I was molded to be since the day I was kidnapped when I was just seven.Other kids dreamed of going to Disney world when they were seven, all I dreamt about is how I would survive the next day as a killer in training.They told me along with other kids that if we wanted to see our parents again we had to survive each day. Some struggled, some gave up and we never saw them again but as time went on, we discovered that they were switched off too - I like to say that instead of saying the word 'killed' - and then we finally realized we were never getting out of there without being the person they wanted us to be and that was exactly what I became, a killer.I had my first kill at the age of twelve, then I realized there was no hope for my soul. I turned off all my emo

AshleyI had arrived in Manhattan a week before to get to know the place l was going to start living in.    I had learned everything I needed to know about Owens and the person who ran it and was sure I wouldn't be in dark about anything.Today was my interview as Jake Owens's personal bodyguard, more like a babysitter. I hoped what I had provided in my CV was more than enough. I still couldn't believe I was going to be working on this mission.I had known that the master was cruel but this was out of it, I didn't even know the man existed until a week ago. I still remembered how shocked I was when I found out what my mission would be.                         "You can't be serious about this mission master. You know this is a hard limit for me!"I had slammed my hand on his desk in an outburst which he seemed to find amusing.He knew this was going to get a

JakeI turned my head towards the woman standing in front of me. Did she just snap at me? I looked towards Mike who was looking amused at the situation. Of course, a bodyguard-to-be snaps at me and he finds it entertaining. Typical Mike.        " What did you say, Miss Davis?" I turned towards the woman with a frown on my face. She shut her eyes for a second and took a deep breath almost as if she was calming herself. Interesting.        " I meant that you should probably attend to me or tell me to come back later. I don't like people ignoring me, Mr. Owens." She replied calmly this time without breaking her gaze from mine. When I continued staring at her without replying Mike joined in on the conversation.       "We're sorry for ignoring but I assure you,  it wasn't intentional. You can call me Mike, by the way, you'll be seeing more of me if you stick around." He raised his hand for a h

Jake      Elena was listening to what Mike was saying to her attentively. We had finally agreed to be on a neutral level where we weren't always biting each other's head off and I had to admit one of the perks was that I get to hear her call my name. It sounded different when she did in a good way and I liked it but I wasn't telling her that anytime soon. She would probably bite my head off and I didn't want her to start closing up on me again when I just started seeing her good side.       "Um, Jake? Care to fill us in on what's making you smile?" Not a chance! I thought and gave them a bored expression.     " I own a multi-million dollar company and yet I'm forbidden to smile, just great." Elena laughed softly which made me smile again. Did I mention that she had a beautiful laugh? It was a shame everything we were ever going to have was going to be strictly professional. The thought of that killed my mood a

Ashley       Message sent. My phone notified me and I slipped it into my pocket just as Jake and Mike entered the van. We were taking extra security hence the van plus we don't want to draw attention to ourselves if we can help it.               " We're ready to move with your permission sir." I said to  Jake making him close his eyes in grief.  He totally deserved it, I dolled up for him and he calls me a blabbermouth? No way in hell was I not going to take offense to him calling me that even if he didn't outright say it.   I wasn't really pissed about the fact that he lied to me about the number of items he slipped into the bleached guy's pocket or that he doesn't trust me but the fact that he insulted my character by calling me a blabbermouth was vexing.   I wouldn't be in the position I was now by being loose-lipped, then he would have found out that I had gone back to do a