Aysha didn't nod or reply to Craytia.

"I highly recommend you do as I tell you or suffer the consequences." Craytia's voice was sharp, definite and left no room for argument.

"I understand," Aysha replied. Her fists were still balled in her lap. "May I please be given details on his location?"

Craytia smiled and nodded. 'Of course! You know, you can't just kill mindlessly. Be careful as to how you go about it. Be cautious and above all, throw any suspicious away from you and on to others."

Aysha couldn't believe she was getting a crash course on how to murder someone. This wasn't what she had expected or wanted.

Craytia pulled up the address on her phone and wrote the directions. "My butler will drive you there and report to me about your performance."

Aysha picked up her gun and walked out of the door silently.

It'll be worth it. It'll be worth it. It'll be worth it.

Aysha repeated the words over and over in her head. She desperately tried to reassure herself that what she was doing was worth it, but she couldn't push down the sick feeling gathering in her stomach.

Aysha walked out of the hallway to see a butler waiting for her, bowing low. A huge middle part of his head was bald. Wisps of hair hung from the sides and his skin was old and wrinkly like the old maid's. When he looked up at her, his eyes had the same dullness as the maid's. Aysha noticed that the only person who gave off any sort of energy in this place was Craytia. She was the only one who acted with a purpose unlike the maids. They were busy cleaning and such, but they moved in such a mindless way, like they were living to live and nothing else.

The butler lead the way to a large garage that contained the black limo and a variety of sports cars. It was spacious to the point where you could still walk around and drive out freely with no trouble.

Chirp, chirp.

The lights of the limo shone as Aysha took a seat in the back and the butler entered the driver's seat. The car moved calmly as Aysha closed her eyes and leaned into the seat.

Be careful how I kill him?

As far as Aysha was concerned, all she had to do was put a bullet in the boy's head and that was it, but apparently she had to learn to throw suspicion on to others.

The limo came to a stop as Aysha observed the boy's house. It was in a nice, simple, neighborhood that looked dangerously similar to the one from her childhood. The house was painted in a warm lavender and the lawn was freshly mowed. An SUV was in the driveway which meant that the boy's parents were most likely home.

A man dressed in all black approached the house. He had the same black gait as the man who murdered her parents. Aysha rushed out of the car and remembered Craytia's words ringing in her head, Be cautious and above all throw any suspicion away from you and on to others.

Aysha was most definitely in luck. The man snuck around the back and since it was a grounded home, there was bound to be a window at the back for him to call through. Aysha pretended like she was a friend so as to not draw any suspicion toward her. She followed him silently and surely and tapped his shoulder when she'd gotten close enough.

Be careful as to how you go about it.

The man growled. "This is my loot. Go get your own."

Aysha put her hands up in surrender. "Can we split it, please? I'm begging you. I won't bother you or anything."

He eyed her carefully. "Fine. We'll sneak in real slow a'ight? You best be careful too."

Aysha nodded and followed in after him. The moment Aysha caught a glimpse of the boy walking out, she took a quick step back and let the sound of gunfire ring through the air. She sneaked a peek of the dead boy and let out a sigh of relief knowing he hadn't died by her hand. She didn't want something like that on her conscience but partaking in his death wasn't any better.