Story 1: The Past is Past
"Please!!! Spare me! Spare my soul!!!" The huge man, who was lying weak on the cold floor begged with fear.
The dim light bulb twitched and flickered as puny flies fluttered around it. I stared blankly at the man on the ground, his white tuxedo coated with his own fresh blood, his ugly face, expressed horror and cowardice. The pistol I was holding(which was pointed toward his forehead) felt very light as if it was a bird's feather. I held it tightly in my hands like a child's toy and with it I felt satisfaction- no, not really, unless the job was done.
"H-h-hahahaha!!!!" The man was loosing his sane. "I can't believe it! I, William Gold- a multi- billionaire arms dealer, an experienced Navy and a 36 year-old man is being beaten to the ground by a 14 year-old assassin!!!! Ha!Ha!Ha!!!" He laughed till his lungs were slowly inflamed.
I looked at him with a pale, blank face and started pulling the trigger.
"Bang!"
The bullet went inside his right shoulder. He screamed noisily and after that, tears began flowing from his shaken eyes. Yet, there was nobody there to rescue him. The only way to escape the unending pain was through death itself.
"Bang!"
Another piece of metal went inside his chest, finally silencing him. But then, there was still one more bullet left.
"Bang!"
The shells of the bullet sounded as it hit the ground. The last one hit and traveled inside his left eye, exiting swiftly at the back of the head. The annoying bastard was gone for good and it didn't even take so much energy from my body. I wiped the sweat on my forehead and put the gun back to it's proper place. The air got cold as I started walking towards the exit of the empty warehouse. I passed by the corpse of that noisy Gold's men and the smell of blood was all around the place. Before leaving completely, I grabbed a a black suit case and checked if the money was still there. Well, I don't like the organization to be mad at me, I coming home without there two million dollars.
I went outside and stared at the abundant moon. The bright full circle was not at all interesting to me. There's nothing in this world that will ever change me now. I don't know my true emotion, I don't care if all of the people will die, All I know is that I kill to survive. I kill to live, ti live in this cruel world. Nobody has ever been innocent, children grow to be guilty someday.
I gazed at my watched. My ride should be here soon. And just as I expected it, the roaring sound of the speeding red ferrari entered into my ears. The car passed by me then made a drift before it finally stopped. The tire tracks was carved deep into the asphalt road. I looked at it and waited for the driver to step out.
"Very well done boy." A woman spoke.
She alighted the vehicle with a smiling face. Her green eyes shone with light. Her straight blonde hair flowed richly all the way down her waist. She approached me slowly and stared at me like I was some doll on sale. She looked at me from head to toe and took hold of the black case.
"You never fail to amaze me Thirty Three." She leaned down and kissed my head.
"Thank you for the compliment Miss. Rain." I spoke without putting no emotion to it.
"Well, well. It seems like you still need to put more spirit in your statement." She commented.
"I believe that it is not necessary to do that unless I'm under cover or it is crucially needed." I explained to her.
After the little chit chat, we went inside the car with me sitting on the front passenger seat. She decided to be the one to drive the vehicle since the cops were running hot that night and they might be surprised to see a minor like me driving a car. The black suit case sat at the back, silent and cold as ever.
"So? How was it?" Miss Rain asked, her head facing up ahead the driveway.
"Gold was totally fooled. He thought that we were really gonna let him get away with the money. After knowing that there wasn't carrying cocaine like the deal was supposed to be and that you sent someone like me, he let his men attack yet they got cocky and went easy on me, throwing away there guns and charged toward me. There were only seven men with him and I was packed with seven knives and a pistol. A knife on the head for each men and six bullets for Gold." I told her the details without remembering.
"Oh? Six bullets?" Miss Rain was intrigued and gazed upon me for answer. Then she reverted her concentration on driving.
"I keep count of how many bosses I've killed. Yet I lost count for the past 20 months, so I started all over and tonight was the sixth." I told her about my little hobby since it doesn't even matter.
"How unusual for you to do that." She smirked and gave a giggle.
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The apartment I rented was usually dark and well, you can also call it lonely. The moonlight shone through the window, giving the room light. I strolled forward, throwing my bag pack to the couch. I took of the black gloves on my hands and the gears wore on my knees and elbows. The door to my bedroom was opened and so I proceeded silently and took of my sleeveless shirt stained with dried blood. I placed the pistol on my bedside table and lay down my bed with my arms extended.
It was another end of a killing night. Tomorrow will be the same. I have been an assassin for 2 years, working under the organization called Midnight Iris- a group headed by a person known as Mr. Philip Wallace. As of know, that information was all I needed, what I do is to kill all of those oppose to the organization. I follow the orders given to me by my boss, and it will never change. If I leave and abandon the group, it would be useless doing it. I don't even know myself, I have no name, no address to return to, no family, no relatives- I am nothing but a mere puppet who acts according to the master's orders. Nothing is left for me, only in killing do I find satisfaction.
I closed my eyes and slept. After that, I had a dream
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It was dark and I was in an endless void. I felt chilly near the spine but it didn't bother me so much. As I turned my head towards all directions, all I saw was the color black. Then, I walked, and walked, and kept walking toward nowhere, everything was swallowed by the unending darkness. Yet, as I was about to give up walking, a hint of light showed it self, dancing all about in the darkness. It expanded and after that, a lot of colors started moving inside the bright light making a scene. There was a woman that was about in his mid- thirties and a little boy about nine years old. As I moved closer(yet in my field of vision, it was like I can't get out of my spot or the picture was moving away from me), I noticed that the boy looked similarly like me, and, after some quick studying, I found out it was really me when five years ago.
"Mum! Dad! Hurry up!" I was excited.
I called my mother 'mum' now knowing that I was british or something like that. I haven't remembered any of this until now. I was talking to her on a staircase that was carpeted with red. We where on a big lobby lighted by huge chandeliers. A huge portrait was hung on one of the finely painted walls, but the man in the picture was unknown to me.
"Now, now Charlie, Dad's still managing some things. How about you wait in the car." My mother, suggested. Her glossy hair painted yellow was like gold that shone with brilliance.
(Well now, pardon me if you think I speak and describe things oddly but I learned all this from book on how to improve your speaking- my trainer handed it to me. The book included some tips on how to narrate in good manner but I haven't read the entire thing since their had been a lot of killing jobs lately that I had to attend to.)
"What do you think will America be? eh? mum?" I was curious and impatient.
My heart was beating fast with joy. I was waiting for another journey to come, to explore another world I have not known of, especially New York. A city filled with wonders, with breathtaking attractions. There was the Statue of Liberty, Central Park, The museum of Natural History, and many more that I could only stare at the book. Now, I was finally going. (It was like as if I can the the thoughts of my little self)
"I'm sure it will be fun there sweetie, but you must have patience, it is good to wait." My mother explained to me.
As I watched the scene at a distance, like I was viewing a movie in a cinema, for the first time, I felt pathetic of myself. Imagine what would my superiors say once they see this. Maybe they would bring me in a torture cell and skin my arms and legs.
After, the light faded and it was pitch black again. I tried to absorb all I saw in my mind. So, I was, no, am a british boy with a family in Europe. A sweet mother and a father whom I have not seen yet. Not that I know, hmmmm, it doesn't make any difference. I just wanted them dead, that's right, I wanted them dead for some reasons; if they see me and recognize my face, there will be a possibility for them to interfere during my jobs; I don't know them anymore and if my but my mind may play tricks on me and suddenly I'll start wondering about them, about what they are doing right now and things similar to that (well, not that they're important to me but, the human mind is considered as something 'mysterious' it does some actions that are pretty well unexplained, sheeesh, that's why I hate psychiatry so much.); and because, I don't know why but I think I hate them enough to get them decapitated by me of course. That's because, as my mind says, they abandoned me and never found me in time for I to become a cold killer. Now, I'm extremely becoming irrational, I didn't know that dreams had so much effect on one's self.
I'm still dreaming and the place is still as dark as the shadows. But then, another light came fluttering near me. It grew bigger and bigger and I started to back away yet it to, was swallowing me. I closed my eyes tightly to see if something may change, and as I opened them widely, well, it was still dark but the space got much tighter and it was like I was inside my body. Yes, I was currently inside the body of my younger me but I was not the one controlling it. It may sound weird, but it's true.
I was curled inside something shaped like a rectangle with curved edges. The inside was made of some kind of fabric, but the exterior was hard like wood. My guess was, I was packed in an enclosed suitcase with wheels since I can hear the things rolling outside. It was getting harder and harder to breathe in there, the little me was panting really hard, I'm impressed little me was able to keep his inhaling and exhaling until this current time, if the me now was the one stuck in there, well, let's just say I know how to save my breathes when I'm in a situation like that.
Moving on, I moved my left hand and put it inside my pocket. I was curious unto what my younger self was plotting. Then I touched something cold and solid. I grasped it and pulled it out my pouch. It turned out to be a pocket knife. With a click, the younger me unlocked the knife and made a hole close to his nose. Ahhhh..... it felt much better having more air to breathe and it was lucky of him,me, to have made that hole without notice. I lowered my head and peeked outside. There were a lot of huge men around the suitcase, so whatever was in this case was more important than there lives. Now that I've mentioned it, earlier I detected a faint smell of money- this large suitcase I'm in know was beforehand filled with millions of pounds maybe, and possibly, the little me sneaked inside here, hiding the money somewhere unseen, now, I wonder if what pushed me to do something like that. Then, I shut my eyes.
As I blinked open, the view changed again into something gore. high velocity blood spatters on the wall, corpses with deep bullet wounds scattered all over the floor with there eyes almost bulging out of there sockets. And somehow, little me's emotions reached me. I felt boiling anger and great horror within me, it was overwhelming that I thought it was going to devour my soul. Tears flowed abundantly from my eyes in my right hand was a 9mm caliber. The room was in dead silence, dead-all of them except me. The windows were shattered, the room was totally destructed. I lay there on the floor like one of the lifeless people, my strength was fading and I was exhausted. My head turned to one side and I saw a man looking at me, extending his arms yet they were not able to reach mine. As I saw his face, sadness hit me like a bullet. I didn't know why but it was like I was grieving too, the first time for the last four years. Even though I wanted to stop, I just can't. Like I told earlier, the mind is really unexplainable and full of mysteries, I was experiencing it at that moment. It was a genuine emotion, it was from my own self.
The younger me and me, stared at the white ceiling, filled with sadness and pain. I heard my younger self's mind muttering 'nothing, nothing, nothing' all over again, there was nothing left. Then, in the midst of the silence, the sound of footsteps echoed, I tried to raise my head yet I was fully tired from doing something I didn't know. The person was coming closer to me, just as fear crawled up from my toes. Then, finally, I saw her- it was her with her dark brown hair hanging and his blank face staring at me. She held a gun, pointing it to my face.
I finally realized, that was the first time I saw Seven. Seven, Seven, she taught me how to use a gun, how to use stealth, she taught me martial arts, how to act when under cover, everything- she taught me that people like us were scarce in the world nowadays, we, people that were had a talent to kill. Seven, she taught me, how to survive the cruel world. One night, she said to me to forget everything I had in the past, to forget my emotions and let the things she taught me to remain. Well, she said she'd kill me if I don't do it and so, I damaged my brain a lot, I slept and woke up having long term amnesia, it was special though, only the past memories were erased, I successfully remembered everything Seven said that night. I tried remembering who I was but I just couldn't, and Seven won't let so a gave up. I forgot my name, how old I was, my family, where I lived, I knew english but only words came out of my mouth, my grammar and spelling went bad, but she said it didn't matter. She gave me a new name- Thirty Three, and I had no complaints.
I continued training with her, a 12 kilometer run during dawn, target shooting during the day, snipping in the afternoon, we would fight each other during night and then we slept for four hours. During breaks she taught me academics, she looked only 12 yet she was like a professional, she was a brilliant genius.
Ahem, moving on to the current scene of my dream. She-Seven had a gun pointed to my forehead. I, the little me, didn't have enough strength to run and so I lay there on the floor almost lifeless. The female assassin's finger was ready to pull the trigger that would end it all. Yet I knew that I didn't die there completely since I am still alive at present, murdering people that is.
Bang!
The gun spat out a fast traveling bullet. Everything went black.
The sun shone with radiance as it's light was passing through the window. The birds chirped as they fed there little ones up the old sturdy tree. I woke up on my bed. I, woke up from my long unseen past- those were memories that will forever haunt until my very last breath.
I stood up on the floor and stretched my body up high. Staring at the desk drawer at the corner at left, I approached it with dragging footsteps, I grasped and pulled the metal handle and grabbed several unused bullets. I turned steadily and went back to my bedside table to fetch my gun. The pistol was spotless except for the little stain located at the front sight. I took of the magazine and loaded the bullets one by one. After all seven were loaded, I wiped off the blood from my gun using my bloodstained shirt that was on the floor. Then, it was all clean now, and I was relieved to see it.
As I was about to go out of my bedroom, a swift bullet suddenly came in my room from outside the door.
I was alarmed by the gunshot and I cautiously went to the wall beside the door. I held my pistol on my right hand and my other hand was at the doorknob. At the count of three, I opened the door and pointed my gun to all sides of the living room. Yet, surprisingly, nobody was present around the room, there wasn't a single soul around.
I took a step forward outside slowly yet something blocked my feet. I turned my head down the floor gradually. The thing on the floor surely stunned me and made me unable to move. On the floor was a teenager about fifteen years old. She was covered entirely with blood and she was curled on the floor unconscious. On her hand was a revolver. Her dark hair covered her silent face and on her right shoulder was a deep circular wound. I never expected for her to come back. I thought she was dead. I thought she was lost for ever.
