Assassination Training Novels & Stories

I finished my MBA in the remaining months. We just celebrated for a day and then decided to book our flights back to the Philippines. Timothy stayed with us in the house for those months. He also trained me in some combat skills, while Karlo was the one in charge of shooting with guns. “I still can’t believe that we are all going home!” Timothy exclaimed from behind us. “You know what, Minerva, I can’t wait for you to train in the Red Cartel headquarters where you will meet the assassins your parents nurtured for decades!”

Of course, I needed something that would confirm her identity, but for now, I had to put it on my very long to-do list… We needed to move Aren back to his private clinic, putting him in the most secure wing. We had to do it not only for his safety but to minimize the potential casualties. The worst part of that night's attack was not knowing who was behind these brutal killings or what their purpose was. Was it someone who tried to verify Aren's condition? But if it was Aren's enemy, then why wasn't Aren assassinated? All those questions gave me a headache. "Get ready for your training session tomorrow at six o'clock sharp," Chris said in a commanding tone. "You will practice with me every o

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.

He was observing and evaluating ike he was waiting to see whether grief would destroy me… or sharpen me into something dangerous. After several painful seconds, I forced myself to breathe. Then slowly, I lowered my trembling hand. “What exactly would I have to do?” Alessio immediately turned toward me with concern. “Selena...” “I asked a question.” I said with conviction. Even I barely recognized my own voice anymore. It sounded colder and harder now. Salvatore’s eyes narrowed slightly with interest. “You would undergo different trainings,” he answered. “Weapons, surveillance, behavioral manipulation and social infiltration.”

"Kendall tells me that there are classes for seduction and making a person arouse 101." I start to laugh, and I almost spill my drink. "First of all," I put my glass down and wiped my mouth. "It's mandatory to learn those things. It's part of being an assassin. You have to seduce anyone to get their weakness, and two, we don't have sex with them. We coy a little, and then we erase them." Seth starts to vent his anger on his eggs like a child. "I don't want my girl with other men or women. I don't want you to massage their penises or vaginas or peginas other than mine. You got it!" He proclaims firmly.

He handed me an envelope which I opened to access it contents. It was pictures of the assassin, some taken when he was on duty, others a bit casual. There were also few details of his job in it. He was trained by the CAC, a Mexican child trafficking gang in the guise of an orphanage. They put children through rigorous and extensive training. Those who excelled were sent out as hired assassins in various parts of the world and anyone who couldn't meet up would be....unalived. "Well he made the greatest mistake of his life the day he accepted the offer to kill me. Such a good talent would be wasted now" I chortled darkly.

“I’ll enroll there and become the assassin I need to be.” The academy loomed ahead, its dark reputation preceding it. I walked through its gates, my heart set on the mission ahead. “I’m doing this for you, Anne,” I reminded myself as I signed the papers, sealing my fate. Training was brutal. Every day was a test of endurance, strength, and will. The first week alone nearly broke me. We were pushed to our limits, running for hours, fighting until we could barely stand. “You have to be stronger,” I told myself during the grueling sessions. “You can’t afford to fail.”

A boy was crying, and they threw him inside the dog cage and they made us watch as the boy screamed in agony, begging for his mom before he died. I finally understood that I cannot escape from this. They trained us day and night how to be sneaky, fight, use guns and survive. The more time I spent in school, the more time I forgot about Aunt Mia’s lesson. I made no friends, nor did I talk to anyone. I do what I am told and survive. A lot of boys died during training. They killed some for disobedience and some died because they were not strong enough to be an assassin.

Professor Nyla hands me a customized training regimen. One glance at the unhinged weight requirements and combat sets tells me everything. It isn't designed for a student, it's perfectly calibrated to push a seasoned assassin to her absolute limits. "You underwent highly lethal training before enrolling," the Giantess rumbles, leaning against the weapon rack. "Stick to your habits. We are just increasing the intensity." I don't hold back. For the next hour, every strike and evasion I make on the mat is stripped down to raw, military-grade efficiency.

"The instructors did not like that. They did not want loyalty between us. They wanted us to learn to put our own survival above everything else.” "We had practical exams," I continue. "They would drop us into a kill house in the dark. You had to clear the rooms. Usually, the targets were canvas dummies packed with sand. Sometimes they pinned a photo of a politician to the dummy’s face. You were graded on speed and lethality." I can feel the exact texture of the training knife in my hand. I can smell the dust in the air. "I was fast. I was the fastest they had. I wanted to score perfectly every time so I could get out of there."