The Life Of An Assassin

I was getting sick of Joey rambling about some random essay that she won a prize. Trying to keep my head cool, I decided to take a walk as far from the house as possible. As I was walking, I checked my pocket for some stolen cash. I do that often now. It's been a year. Seeing that there was none, I looked around for someone who looked rich enough to fulfill my desire for money. Soon enough, I saw a rich-looking guy yelling at some street vendor. As that jerk turned to leave, I purposefully tripped, making both of us fall to the ground. "Oh, sorry..." I said and started picking up the things which had fallen out of my pocket. Except for the empty spare purse which I keep in my pocket for purposes like that. After I grabbed the rich man's purse from the ground, I left my spare purse for him to pick up, which he soon did. "Watch where you're going next time, brat." The guy said as he walked away in frustration. I giggled quietly, walking to an empty alley to count my money. Sadly, it wasn't empty. The moment I entered, I heard a chuckle. I turned around sharply to see a man who looked a few years older than me, silently laughing at me. He was wearing a hood and a mask, but that wasn't what prettified me. It was the lifeless body lying near his feet. The man caught me staring at it, "Doesn't it look beautiful?" I cringed at the man's words but bit my tongue. He stared at me with an uncomfortable air of silence between us, then suddenly, "You're quite good in your field. Maybe I can take you in and teach you more tricks?" I gaped, "Eh!?" He just smirked at me, then leaned down to my ear, "If you're ever interested, go to the Heavelins library. The librarian might know how to contact us for you. And if you dare breathe a word about any of this to a soul..." He held his knife half an inch from my throat, "You get the message, right?" I nodded hurriedly. He backed away and, in the blink of an eye, was gone.