The gray manila folder lay straight and neatly on the desk. There was one of these each week. But after the person it was given it had opened it, it began a bloody week.

This week was no different, but twice as important, a million times harder, and one that could put any assassin out of business. But no assassin was willing to give up without a fight.

Assassin 1: Cody Turner Began: 12/7 Ended: 4/15 Status: Unable to complete

Assassin 2: Mason Moto Began: 6/15 Ended: 10/23 Status: Unable to complete

Assassin 3: Aiden Duncan Began: 12/31 Ended: 4/8 Status: Unable to complete

Each file about this one person was just like these: Unable to complete.

So they went to the next level: Drew Hayden.

His hair was a rich green that was unmistakable. His eyes, just like his hair, were the brightest green you'd ever see.

He was one of the top assassins out there. Best of the best.

One of the youngest (18) and best. All Time High.

Drew Hayden had flaws too.

He was arrogant, vain, and a heartbreaker.

That's why he became an assassin.

But forget about that. Focus on the folder. That folder changed his life. So forget on the assassin and himself, just focus on the folder.

Drew Hayden picked up the folder, grabbed his car keys with the other hand and slipped it into the pocket of his coat, and took off the slip of paper that was paper clipped to the folder.

With little effort, he walked out of his apartment, locking the door behind himself, and after making sure no one would see him, jumped off the balcony, and landing skillfully on his feet.

Besides, he's too lazy going down the stairs. After all, he needs his energy for this kill.

He walked into his black Porsche Carrera.

!&!

It didn't take long for him to go to the address he was assigned to go to.

PSYCHIC READINGS—WALK-INS WELCOME

In big, black, bold letters. Clear as day.

"Oh you have got to be kidding" Drew managed to mumble.

He opened the folder and looked at the picture. A girl. She was a brunette with blue eyes. Drew noticed her eyes the most. The bright blue of the ocean.

May Maple

Age: 17

Date of Birth: 5/5

Gender: Female

Hometown: Petalburg City

Region: Hoenn

Relatives: Max (brother) Norman (Father) Caroline (Mother)

Occupation: Gypsy

Well, now you know why so many people couldn't kill her. She knew their every move.

Drew smirked to himself. He was going to make a record with this one. He stuffed a grenade in his pocket. At least he came prepared and knew he was in the right spot. Trust me, killing the wrong person is a mess.

He got out of the car, locking it twice behind him and walked in the small building for psychic readings.

The first thing he saw was candles.

Candles were everywhere. It smelled nice. Like… tea leaves.

There was a table in the middle of the room with four chairs around it.

"Dammit Ash! I told you not to come here!"

A feminine voice echoed throughout the building to his ears. Through a hallway, a girl with fiery red hair who put it in a side ponytail came out. She wore short shorts and a yellow tank top with red suspenders. She wore red and yellow sneakers and had a half eaten sandwich in her hand.

"Hey, you're not Ash" She said.

Drew shook his head. "No, I'm not"

"Are you here for a psychic reading?" She asked him. Misty. Drew read about her on the newspaper once about her risking her life in a surf-off. Needless to say, she won.

"Yeah" He couldn't help it. The words just came out of his mouth.

She gave him a smile before walking back into the hallway. "MAY! SOME READING FOR YOU!"

Well, less than two minutes here and he's already interested.

May Maple walked out of the hallway.

She looked nothing like a psychic. She wore some bleached skinny jeans, a black wife beater under a purple tank top, black converse, and a necklace.

But of course, she's not a psychic. Just a gypsy.

"Can I help you?" she asked the green haired boy.

"Psychic reading" he told her.

She looked at him up and down before speaking. "No you don't"

"No? I saw 'Walk-ins welcome'" He smirked at the brunette.

She took a step towards him, almost as if to put him under a spell she had. After all, she wasn't a psychic. She was a gypsy.

And Gypsy woman has everyone under her spell.

"I know what it says. But you don't want a reading" she said.

"Can you figure out what I want?" He asked.

She turned around on her heels and sat down on one of the chairs.

"Possibly," she said simply. She took out a pack of tarot cards and began to shuffle the pack before raising an eye brow. "Aren't you going to sit down, grass hair?"

Drew smirked and sat down on the chair across from her. Taking everything in, he looked at her hands.

They were skilled at this, he'd give her that. But she was rushing. She was going too fast and didn't stop for a second. She stopped shuffling.

!&!

"If all you are going to do is waste time, leave" she pointed to the door.

"If I leave now, I'll be coming back tomorrow" he smirked. Man, it was so incredibly fun to mess with a gypsy's head. If you could try.

"I'll avoid you" She countered. She was getting annoyed with him already. A person can only stand so much sarcasm. Even a gypsy.

But see, a gypsy met her assassin. She could have known who he was, she probably didn't. Besides, whose business is it anyways?

Oh yeah.

"Okay, I need to go now, May. Think you can handle the place without burning it down?" The red-head, formally known as Misty, came back out, with a sweater on.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. Just leave me in a haunted house filled with lit candles" May said, sarcasm dripping in her voice.

"…I'll call Ash over" Misty grabbed a phone and went back into her room.

Lovely.

"This place is haunted?" Drew asked, looking around the room. He was running impatient. He looked for any cameras. None.

May glared at her killer. "You're really starting to piss me off" She said.

"May! I just got off the Ash. He said the party is at his place" Misty came out again, and put the phone back on the stand.

"Sorry. Can't go. Last time I went to his house I ended up hypnotizing everyone to wear black on a wedding day" May answered.

Drew knew she was wanted dead. He saw the reports of other assassins. How they couldn't kill her. Because that red-head was with her all the damn time. If you were an assassin and you killed two people, it's a bad thing. The police case gets too big. And they start asking questions. And those questions found a way to twist you.

Even if they were the poe-poe.

You gotta hate the cops.

"Well…" Misty began. Her short hair was so short, that if she was saying this with long hair, she would've been twirling it in her fingers.

"Just go. I need to get to the library anyhow" May winked at the red head and got up. "I'm serious cabbage, leave" May pointed to the door again.

"No," he said simply.

"If you don't leave, I swear, I will put such a mean curse—" May began

"May-May. Calm down!" Misty said.

"Fine, stay in this overly haunted building for two days straight" May grabbed her purse and walked outside with Misty, making sure he was locked inside.

But see, Drew is a trained assassin. He knew enough not to kill your target when somebody else is in the same area. He knew enough that anything anybody threw at him was nothing but a simple act of anger. And he knew enough that he was going to love this assignment.