The Valkyrie assassin

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The TGF Writer
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Sometimes I wish I was normal.

If you took a look at me as I cross the street, you'd say I'm no more than a normal teenage boy that's neither special nor common; with deep black hair that almost reaches my shoulders, black eyes that are just as dark, slightly pale skin and a rather thin and weak body, though not enough to have someone pick on me.

Even though it might seem this way, I guarantee you, I am far from normal; my name's Charlie, I don't have any kind of friends, and I like all kinds of sports, video-games and riding my dirt bike; I haven't had a girlfriend in my whole life, and I doubt I'll ever have one, though the reason will come latter on.

Right now, the important thing is that I'm about to start class.

I looked around, noticing how the guys from the back of the class were, as always, joking around and making a lot of noise before the teacher asked for silence, as always.

Taking out my notebook, I begin to scribble down notes and numbers as the teacher goes on with math; it might seem boring and uninteresting, but during class was the only moment of the day I felt normal and mundane.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, I sighed as I put my notebook back on my backpack, in wait for the next class to begin.

"Could you lent me your notes?" a voice made me turn around, it was Rachel, my heart suddenly went up to my throat and found myself without words. "I didn't..."

Rachel was, in few words, the girl of my dreams; with long blond hair, sky blue eyes, snow white skin and a body that's in between that of an athlete and a supermodel; she was the cheerleader captain, and was perhaps the most gorgeous girl in the whole world, and best of all, she was actually nice to talk to and not a snobbish bitch like all the other girls who were in the same league in terms of beauty or stile.

"Hello...?" she waved a hand in front of my face, and I snapped back into reality. "You ok?"

"Um... yeah?, yeah!, sorry about it..." I shook my head. "Sorry about that." I opened my backpack and took out my math notebook. "Here." I handed her the notebook. "Make sure to give it back tomorrow."

"Sure, thanks." she smiled at me, SHE SMILED AT ME!!!

As she went back to her seat, I couldn't avoid but feel my head floating in a mental cloud of joy, she had smiled at me!!

*snicker* the sound echoed in the back of my head, it made me crash back into reality, and my mood suddenly came crashing down. <You're so easy to manipulate.>

"Stop it." I whispered to myself, talking to the voice inside my head. "Don't ruin my mood."

<For that I'd just need to tell you to turn around.> snickered the voice.

I tried to stop myself from doing just that, however, my resistance lasted for no more than a couple of seconds, I turned my head to see Rachel kissing Daniel Coover rather passionately before she sat back on her place; as a side note, I'd like to mention that Daniel Coover is the school jock; he was about six and a half feet tall, with bloke blond hair, blue eyes and a handsome face; needles to say, he was the perfect example of an asshole.

I won't go into details, but let's just leave it at the fact that he's the only one who'd be allowed to bully the bullies, though he rather help them out.

"Thanks." I muttered as I turned back to look at the front, already feeling my short lived joy sink into the depths of despair. "You could have let me stay as I was."

<And loose all the fun?> the voice answered. <Besides, why don't you ask her out already?> the humorous tone was replaced with something along the lines of condolence. <I bet if you do it right, she'd go out with you.>

"We both know why I won't do that." I bitterly whispered. "At least let me feel normal during school."

<Sure.> the voice sighed. <Just remember we've got work today.>

I didn't answer, choosing to push aside all thoughts related to those words, I didn't want to be depressed anymore than I already was.

As expected, the day went on without much more to do nor worth of being mentioned; I tried to spend the day going around, focusing into my things, and the voice in the back of my remained silent as well, making my time somewhat more bearable.

Yet as the day approached it's end, my mood began to worsen, the reason is most probably because I dislike darkness, and to be honest, right now is winter, so the sun was going to set pretty early, around six to be more precise.

And that didn't help my mood one bit.

Yet it was a matter of time, soon class ended, and I went to attend my extracurricular classes, arts and crafts, probably the only two things I'm good at because I practiced at it, something the voice in the back of my head persisted in reminding me that it was a hobby that didn't serve for anything.

"So what're you gonna paint today?" asked miss Weedling, my arts teacher. "Remember today we've gotta make it a  scene." her words, once more, seemed rather vague. "Today I want something... fast, thrilling, exciting..."

"Fine, an action scene." I sighed as I took out my pencil and stared at the piece of paper that laid on the table.

I began forming a mental image of what I was going to draw; at first, the moment I thought about the words *action* and *fast*, a sole image came into my head, and I immediately pushed away; but time after time, it came back, so I chose to get rid of it by drawing it.

I didn't need to do a sketch, nor did I need to draw the shapes before shading, as a matter of fact, I didn't even need to draw the general lines before starting to give it shape, cause the image was vivid inside my mind as if I had been seeing it all my life.

My pen traced the contours, the shades, the shapes, the movement, the characters, the light, the darkness, the life and the death of it, all without missing a single stroke of black, not a single wasted and not a single line missing, shades accompanied with reflections with such vivid detail that if not because it was black and white, it could have been considered even more real than the image found in a photo.

Once done, I sighed and placed the pen on the desk; loosening my concentration and grip as I reclined against the back of my chair, finally finished with my work.

"You were faster than usual." miss Weedling muttered as she came near to see what I had drawn. "Oh... my.... god!" she took the piece of paper and raised it until it was at level with her eyes. "Oh... my... God!" she mouthed again, I could have sworn tears were about to form in her eyes, but she suddenly returned to her serious demeanor as she walked toward the front of the class, piece of paper at hand. "Everyone, could you please stop for a moment and pay some attention?"

It took her a couple of extra attempts, but the students finally turned their heads to look at her.

"What is this?" she asked, holding the piece of paper so everyone could see.

In it, was drawn a single girl, she wore a black jacket and jeans, but a white T-shirt, making it almost impossible to discern the exact proportions of her body, as she was confused with the dark surrounding.

She had a blade in her hand, a katana to be more precise; she was moving, slicing something that was outside the picture, her slightly long silver hair wildly placed all around her, as if she had just spun at a speed no human could have matched, her eyes a dark pit of doom within the angelic features of her face.

Black drops of blood splattered the reflective surface of the blade, and the pools of that same substance spread behind and around, as if she had just done the same with others.

The image was placed within a building, a hallway in some random location, only three corpses could be recognized, seemingly spread on the floor behind and at the sides of the girl, with stains of blood on the walls and floor, the image reflected nothing less than that of a cold blooded killer as it ran wild, taking the lives of anyone who crossed her path.

"Isn't that the assassin that appeared on the news a couple of weeks ago?" asked Victor, a kid a year younger than me, he was among the best ones in the arts class.

"Yeah..." interrupted Gab; her name's Gabriela, she's a year older than me, and perhaps the best living artist I've met in my life. "Didn't they call her the Valkyrie or something like that?"

"Even if it seems that girl." miss Weedling said. "What do you see here?"

"I'd say a killer monster in middle of it's rampage." quickly answered Tobias, a year younger than me; he's a great critic, not so much of an artist though. "With a cold blooded sense of murder, I'd even add a desire to continue killing."

"That's my Tobias." Miss Weedling gleefully said. "Correct, the sensation and emotions of death and action were well imprinted here." she then pointed at me. "I think this is your best piece up to date."

"Hurray..." I whispered with sarcasm; I really, really, really didn't want that one piece to be considered my best work, I really didn't.

"So, Chuck, you've got a crush on Valkyrie girl?" Victor snickered, that was perhaps one of the few things I didn't like about this personality. "Would you like to be with her if you had the chance?"

<If he knew...> laughed the voice inside my head.

"No, I'd rather not meet her." I bitterly countered. "Real or not, I'd rather not meet someone who enjoys killing."

"C'mon!" this time it was Gab. "Don't tell me she's not mysterious..." she used a rather subtly playful tone of voice. "The assassin who appears to kill the world's worst of the worst..." she made a gesture with her hand as if it were a headline or something like that. "...a teenage girl who solely has a sword and her strength a weapon..." same hand gesture. "And best of all, there's the rumor going around she's never been as much as wounded, be it a gun or any other weapon."

"Yep." Tobias nodded. "If we were to consider killing an art, Valkyrie is a genius." he nodded again. "She hunts down her target and kills any witness along the way, and once she finds the prey, she finishes it off in one swift decapitation." he nodded a third time. "I must say, if we add the fact she only uses a sword and with that beats multiple opponents who use guns, it would be far above the master rank of art in killing."

"Just one question." I said. "If she kills all witnesses, who spreads these rumors?" moment of silence in the class, I take my chance and snap into action before anyone can come up with a plausible excuse. "See?, that Valkyrie girl is no more than a myth." I used my most confident tone of voice. "Most likely it's a group of people, a one girl with a sword couldn't possibly defeat guys with guns."

"I guess you're right." sighed Tobias. "Nevertheless, those gory scenes left behind are quite something, they even chose to sensor most of it when putting it on the news." he sighed. "And whoever does this doesn't seem to have the slightest interest in hiding it, they enter, they kill, they leave."

"Almost like a hero of justice who does bloody murder on all the bad guys." laughed Victor, statement that everyone agreed on with a nod. "If I ever met her, I'd make sure to lick her boots in appreciation..." somehow, there was somewhat of a dreamy tone of voice on those last words.

<I'll make sure to remind him.> laughed the voice at the back of my head, I frowned and attempted to say something, but it spoke before I could even open my mouth. <Look out the window.>

I did just that, and a horrifying sense of doom came down on me as I noticed that the sun was setting sooner than I had expected, I'd have two hours left at best.

"I gotta go." I said as I picked up all my stuff, including what I had drawn. "My parents will kill me if I get late."

"Ok, see you tomorrow then." miss Weedling said as I ran out of the classroom.

"Damn!" I curse on an undertone as I ran down the hallway and down the stairs. "I need to put an alarm." I sighed. "No, I'd rather go live somewhere with more hours of sun and less of darkness."

<You know that would only kill the fun for me.> the voice said inside my head. <Now hurry up, tonight we've got work to do, and we both know how long it takes to prepare everything.>

I chose not to answer, and kept on running, as the voice inside my head had mentioned, I didn't have much time to waste, I was probably even needing some of it.

Despite the fact that I ran for about half an hour, I didn't loose my breath, in fact, I wasn't even feeling the least tired, among other things, this was one of the facts of my body that made me different from the rest.

I soon reached my house, it was a two floor house that was rather large, I lived alone, my parents only came to visit once or twice a year; their jobs were too important for them to spend more than a week with their only son, not that I cared, I paid for my house and my bills, and having them not knowing about my secret was more than what I could have wanted.

I opened the garage door and looked inside for a second, there were three vehicles, a bright red dirt bike, a bright red motorbike that seemed more fit for a race rather than use on the streets; and last but not least, a pitch black F50 Ferrari.

To be honest, I only used the dirt bike, specially since the other two vehicles were heavily modified.

Either way, I didn't care right now, I had other things to do rather than marvel at the ways of transport parked in my garage.

I stopped at the back of the garage, in front of the tool shed; I picked up the hammer and knocked on the screwdriver with all my might; yet instead of a cracking or breaking sound, the only thing that I hear aside from the hammer hitting against the electric tool, came a soft *click*.

The entire tool shed trembled for a second, and then began to lower itself, revealing a second tool shed behind, though this one had an array of swords, daggers, a single set of clothing, which consisted of a white shirt, black jacket and black jeans, and a few other things you wouldn't expect someone like me to have.

I took the only mobile phone there was on this shelf, and dialed one, the beeping began immediately, and no more than three tones after, a voice answered.

"Emperor hotel, room 312, the man in gray with black hair, six bodyguards." a pause as I took in the information. "Your payment will be delivered once our men confirm the death."

With that said, the one who had been talking hung the phone while I sighed, taking out the clothes and making sure the garage was locked, I went into the house and up to my room; I sat down on a bed and stared out the window, I had about half an hour before sunset.

Seeing there was still some time to use, I went to my desk, and turned on the laptop; I entered a twenty letter password and the screen went all black; after a couple of seconds, a single word appeared *Valkyrie*, I sighed as the program booted.

"Greetings." said a mechanical voice. "What will be the mission?"

"Emperor hotel, room 312." I said, feeling myself entering a rather serious mood. "Black hair, gray suit, give me his profile."

"Analyzing..." the image was replaced with an image taken by a hotel camera, it was a rather old looking man, around his sixties, wearing a rather worn off suit. "Name: Gregory McFlare; Job: none; annual income: fifty eight million US dollars." it paused, and I saw a list of events listed bellow. "McFlare is known for being the right hand of Costello, one of the most powerful mafia bosses in the world; among others, it's said McFlare is the one responsible for the death of two hundred individuals, ranging from kids to women and men."

"Escorts." I said, seeing as I had approximately five or six more minutes before sundown.

"The cameras only record six bodyguards." answered the mechanical voice. "Neither show any signs of level S capabilities, though it's highly recommended to take caution." the image then was replaced by the bank accounts of McFlare, showing he had spent a large sum of money a few days ago. "It seems McFlare spent a large sum of money for an unknown reason, considering the amount, it is possible he has hired extra services for his protection."

"Turn off." I said, and the computed shut down within seconds. "Hear that?"

<Yeah, yeah...> sighed the voice inside my head. <But let's face it, this guy isn't that much of a big shot, so chances are whoever he hired isn't more than a class A.>

"Either way, be careful." I sighed. "This is my body, I don't want you ending up killing me."

<You know I wouldn't do that.> the voice said. <Besides, if not because of me, how would you pay for such an awesome house?>

"Sometimes I'd rather live in a small apartment than this." I muttered, seeing as the sun was nearly finishing to set, the purple and orange tones in the sky vanishing soon after. "Well, it's your turn now."

<I'll be gentle.> she snickered.

The changes began subtly, the all too familiar tingling sensation that ran through my body was the signal my body was about to undergo some changes.

A prickling sensation appeared on my head, and I noticed as my hair began to lengthen in waves, slowly turning into a silvery kind of color; when it was long enough to reach halfway down my back, the changes shifted down to my skull.

My eyes took an almond shape, and the color changed to deep black; my nose shrunk as the line of my chin smoothed, my lips plumped as my ears took a slightly smaller form, my nose became petite as the rest of my features changed to that of a rather cute yet gorgeous looking girl.

And the sensation continued down my body.

With a short gasp, my Adams apple vanished and my voice was almost instantly by that of a girl.

My shoulders lost their broadness as my frame was reduced, and soon after one of the two changes I dreaded the most began; my chest soon started to swell, breasts began to form, and I had to take off my shirt to avoid it from stretching, something I learnt by force after my tenth ruined shirt.

This of course, made my new D cup breasts bounce freely in the open air, and I used the opportunity to put on the white shirt and black jacket as my stomach began to flatten as my waist narrowed.

Yet the changes stopped there for a moment, as it now focused on my arms, which thinned and slenderized as my fingers stretched out a bit, all the while all traces of body hair were erased as my skin took a paler color, yet keeping a bit of the tan.

I sighed for a moment as I stripped my pants off, already knowing what was about to come.

As I did, my hips suddenly snapped outward as they broadened, the rest of my upper body shrinking as any trace of masculinity was erased along with my reduced and almost fragile frame.

A rather feminine and arousing moan escaped my lips as the incredible sensation of my dick and balls being sucked inwards reached my mind, even after  almost two years of going through this, I haven't yet gotten used to it.

And a second moan escaped me as I clutched my fists, my female sex finishing to form within a new hollowness inside my body.

After a couple of seconds, I panted for air and went to put the pants on, my legs becoming slim and attractive as they too lost all trace of body hair.

Once this was done, my feet shrunk and became petite, and I put on the socks and boots before a sensation within my mind made me stop.

It was almost as if a balloon were being inflated, soon taking almost all the space as my mind was pushed to a side, the new mind took over as the final ray of sun vanished in the horizon.

"About time." she said with her new voice, stretching out a bit; I was still conscious, and could feel my body as if I were in control, though couldn't even blink without her doing so for me; in a way, it's an almost horrifying sensation. "You sure you don't want to sleep?"

<I'm good.> I answered, speaking with my thoughts since I could no longer use my mouth nor vocal cords. <Besides, we both know that if I go to sleep your abilities become limited.>

"Ok, but don't say I didn't offer the chance." she replied, tightening her boots as she began to walk downstairs, back towards the garage. "So we take the bike or the car?" she opened the door and headed to where the weapons were, placing them on all of them, the finishing touches making it impossible to know that she had anything else but the sword.

<Bike.> I replied. <The hotel's in a rather busy area of the city, with the car we'd take too long to go in and out.>

"Fine by me." she said, taking out the keys and turning on the engine as the garage opened.

The bike roared with power as we set off with speed, burning some rubber as we raced down the road, adrenaline coursing through our veins.

We knew tonight people were going to die.

And it wasn't going to be us.