Psycho

47. Her Regret

Carmen's POV 

Ok, so maybe I was a tad curious on Julios current state. I just couldn't "go to my room and rest" you know? I peeped downstairs and when I saw Kleo leaving the his room, I waited till he was out of sight before rushing down and slowing peeking into his room. 

Of course, what was I expecting? He was just sleeping. 

Stupid Kleo, making me curious as a cat and ultimately no interesting results. As i pouted to myself, my ears suddenly sensed shuffling through the bedsheets. 

I lifted my head and saw him frowning really hard. Curiosity took over and I decided to enter his room without of any intention of even doing so in the first place. 

As I closed the door behind me, i walked up towards him and sat down beside me. 

"So, what are you doing here?" He said in a quiet voice, his eyes still closed. 

I was taken aback that he was awake. 

"You were drunk, and Kleo wanted me to sign a contract to bind me to your company." I responded. 

He took a big sigh and opened his eyes to look at me, dead in the eye. 

"No, i meant. What is Carmen Santini doing here." 

I stood up frantically. How did he know? 

He chuckled. "I've always known Carmen. i was just playing along. But honestly though, you did manage to fool me quite nicely. If it weren't for that conversation you had with Mr Fries after I left his office, i may have still been fooled." 

"If you knew, why did you play along?" 

His eyes started to softened and he looked away from me. I tilted my head in confusion. 

"I don't know."

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At this point, i just didn't know what to feel. Me, a once skilled spy and assassin, just failed her second mission of all times. 

And all of a sudden, memories of that boy started flooding in. 

"No!" 

"Please, I beg of you!" 

"I know what i did wrong, just please let me go!" 

"I promise i won't disappoint you anymore, no more mistakes, just please!"

"I still have a sister, I won't displease you anymore! Just please, let me go back to her..."

He kept crying and kneeling in front of them, terrified of everyone surrounding him. His loud cries and plea could be heard from afar. His voice echoed throughout the entire warehouse. And all he could do was beg for forgiveness. 

As i looked from afar, my sniper gun ready and hearing every word and every emotion he was trying to express: the guilt, the desperateness, the sorrows. I gripped onto my gun tightly. 

"Just do it Carmen. He is a serial killer. He is worth millions. Don't bring shame to the Blood Dragon Gang." My uncle warned me through the communicator. 

I gritted my teeth as I aimed for his heart area. 

Just do it Carmen. He is a target.  

As the gang members started to push him to the ground and kneed him on the stomach. I saw the life of his eyes starting to fade away. 

D..

They kept punching him, till he started spilling blood out. And he wasn't pleading them anymore. Instead, he started accepting the punches as if realizing he did something wrong. 

Don't...don't give up!

"What did you say?" I heard my uncle speaking. 

"I'm sorry. I can't do it." 

"What?! Did I just hear that correctly?!" 

"Yes, uncle. I'm aborting this mission." 

"Carmen Santini! You're an assassin! He is a target! An enemy! Stop getting distracted!" 

"He is a kid! A fucking kid! I'm not killing a child who knows his mistakes and wants to start anew!" I shouted back. 

"...you disappoint me." 

Those were his last words that he spoke to me before cutting off the communicator. I took a big sigh, did I do the right thing? 

I aimed my gun at the gang members and started shooting all of them down. The warehouse was an open space, and it looked like there weren't many. Probably thought a kid wouldn't fight back. Beside, this wasn't their main base.

As the kid collapsed on the ground with bloodied bodies surrounding him, he was stunned at the sudden help given by an unknown stranger. 

He looked around frantically, and with all of his might, he got up to his feet, and shouted loudly at a random direction. "Thank you stranger!" 

With those words, he used the remaining of his strength and ran out of my sight. 

And that was when I knew, my heart was at ease. Yea, I did do the right thing. 

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As I retuned to the base, that was when I knew I had to face the consequences of my actions. And did I learn the consequences really well...

And from that day, I was constantly remined of my "shame to the gang"....

Before I knew, I could feel sniffing my nose becoming a sour feeling. There were tears that were starting to become impatient to fall down my eyes. 

But there was no way I would let this man see that. 

"I won't make the same mistake twice. Mark my words." 

He could probably hear the shiver in my voice, but I couldn't care less. 

And I walked out his room quickly, closing his doors and letting the tears stream down my eyes. But it wasn't the kind of crying where your heart would finally be at ease after letting out all of your bottled up feelings inside, instead it was a painful cry, where you couldn't make a single noise and silently let the tears keep coming till you're done. 

I didn't even bother to stop at my tracks to continue crying. I tried keeping a straight face. Letting the sadness and anger mix together, creating an unbalanced emotion. 

But I still have a task I'm going to follow through. 

No one is going to ruin this shit for me. 

Fuck crying, I'm getting what I came here for.