Running From Truth

Numero Cuatro- Assasin

"We finally began to become of the other secret association of elite killers and assassins 2 years ago. They began snitching our jobs, killing our people and making our name begin to grow." A man with a white lab coat, brown pants, bald head and big brown eyes that dart across the room analysing every thing and movement. Making me actually come to turns at how smart he actually is. His black rimmed glasses bring out the darkness in his brown eyes.

"Naturally the government found out about us quickly and with a few set up tasks we got our name cleared. No more traces of us anymore!" He shouts the last bit loudly, the people around the big glass table smile and clap. I take in the surroundings.

Computers line the front of the very large and square shaped room. Maroon carpeting and black walls with white ceilings, giving it the tint of royalness. The big glass table was probably around ten metres long, with around 50 chairs comforted with people surrounding the table.

All very... cunning looking.

I have no doubt that if I made one wrong move, said one thing. They would turn their heads and start shooting.

A tinge of death and the familiar feeling of family hit me as soon as I step foot in this big room. The glasses were tinted, so before I could see anyone I was left to worry and doubt.
'What was behind there?' The thought had boomed in my head a thousand times before the relief arrived.

Everyones eyes was attached to me. I look up and smile shyly. Why are they looking at me? What happened? What did I say?

"This is Myra Arrow, she is absolutely stunning in every single way. But however, she doesn't remember anything. Her memory was erased by a special ability by someone, basically saying that there are 'mutants' on the earth." The man pauses and let's those few facts sink in, then he opens his mouth to begin again.

"Yes, what you're thinking is correct. We call these people with special... Abilities like on the super hero movies like 'X-men' we have decided to call these remarkable people mutants.
Myra is one.
But we created her, with the 'Challa' the special stone that was entered into her mother and Steven Halder. Both of their kids have claimed there special abilities. Myra being 10 times more stronger and smarter than the other kid 'Sven Halder' can heal as quick as 5 seconds from a gunshot and has the capacity of 3 lives." The whiteboard behind the man shows pictures of me, well what I assume are of me. Pictures of me handling guns, knives and more deadly weapons. Is that the type of person I actually was?

A killing machine?

"A ruthless killing machine, with one of the most kindest hearts." The man looks over to me and smiles sadly. I can't help but think that that was a backhanded compliment. I look behind me and a thought occurred to me; I was separated from everyone and led to hear. Everyone else went to another room.

My skin starts breaking out into a big sweat and questions fill my head...
Where are they? Are they hurt? What happened to my kids? What are they thinking? Are they worrying about me? What's happening? Who are these people? What are they going to do me and my friends? Why are we here? How long till we die?

"Now are there any questions?" The mans voice deserves my attention. I stand up immediately and put my hand up in the air.

"I have a million and I have a right for them to be answered." I demand, all heads turn to me again. Some murmur and nods their heads others just remain emotionless.

"What is the right then Myra?" The man finally talks to me. Everyones breath holds as does mine.

"I... Uh... Don't know, but however I have a deal?" I had no idea what to say, it's like when a teacher asks you a question and you weren't listening and everyone's eyes are trailed on you. The deal I have no idea if it would work or not though.