"Ok Mr. Fat Daddy….you better have seen this shit on the TV," the young assassin said speaking out loud to herself as she opened the Kill Fest web site. There in bold print were the names of the game members who all scored their first hits. Her name was dead last but it was nonetheless there among the others. There was a place to click to hear the web masters comments and as she did so the voice of Fat Daddy came in loud and clear.
"Welcome players to Kill Fest, you all have played very well this first round. Each of you have scored evil targets and done very well. Although she scored dead last…Aurora Constantine took out the most bad guys in the first of competition. Constantine made 8 hits within her one and she is given two points for her actions."
"Well damn!" Aurora said with a grin.
"So players now that your first assignment is complete, check back with this site in 12 hours for your next assignment."
The voice of Fat Daddy said just before images of the players graced across the screen each one portrayed in their cartoon format each holding a gun in hand and had them firing at the screen. While the whole sight was made to resemble that of a video game, its action were not being played out on screen but in real life with Aurora and five other professional killers acting as the games avatar.
Aurora had completed the first task the web site requested at the cost of eight men who thought nothing of harming others. But what was in store for the rest of this insane game was any ones guess? She sat looking deeply into the screen and studied the other combatant's faces and stats. Could she really go all the way in this mad game of murder or should she pull out before things get really out of hand. She had already taken eight men's lives in the name of this game but should she take it to the next level….for whatever that will be. They were eight bad guys lead by a very evil man who harmed others with his drugs and hooked so many more on his crap. She had no ill feelings for taking him out, but could she do the next task was the question.
She looked deep into herself and added up all the facts. Torn by the money promised to the winner and what little morals she had for killing, the 30 year old knew she had to continue with this clash of assassins even if it was to tear her little world apart. She not only would fight in this war of hit men but battle for her sister and for Kimba who deserved a better life then being a bar maid for drunken fools. She would go on with this competition and see it to the end, take on each adversary and bring all of her skills and training into play. She was after all nothing more than a killer, a trained assassin with nothing more to give the world than murder for profit. If indeed this was her one and only true calling in life then so be it she thought….she would be the best killer the world would ever see and reap the rewards for it.