My Demise

My name is Stephie Mader, well at least that's what i told him.

I was born Akira Amana, the only child to my parents Amos and Averill Amana, a modern day Bonnie and Clyde. They were not the smartest duo though, the smartest decision they made was having me off the grid. They made me to be an assassin, a ghost if you like. They trained me to block off all feelings. "No remorse, no weakness" they taught me.Everything i've ever known was taught to me by my parents. They didn't teach me how to deal with this though.

He's crazy.

He must be absolutely delusional.

I'm looking at this man as he goes down on one knee and the only explanation I can conjure for this blasphemous act would be to assume that he has lost his mind.

"No." I say whilst looking at him maintaining eye contact. I'm an assassin. I kill without batting an eyelash. So why is it that I can feel my heart break as I watch his dopey smile fall and turn into a mixture of sadness and confusion?

"Wh- you said you loved me. You said you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me. You said this is what you wanted, I thought this is what you-"

"Well you thought wrong" I spit back in an icy tone. "We can't be together anymore. You wouldn't understand."

I turn on my heel and storm into the bedroom, a place that was once filled with joy that now seemingly taunts me. No weakness, no remorse i chant in my head. I go straight past the bed and into the wardrobe. I hear his footsteps behind me as I start filling the biggest bag I can find with all of my clothes. I need to get out of here. It's not safe. I got too attached.

"What do you mean i won't understand, help me to understand Stephie. We can make this work, it doesn't have to end like this. What are you doing- why are you packing a bag? Steph, are you even listening to me? STEP-"

He raises his hand and places it on my shoulder and years of training flashes before my eyes and before I can blink he is on the floor with his hands behind his back and my knee between his shoulder blades.

"DON'T. Don't touch me. You don't know me. You will never understand."

I let go of his hands and let him get up off the floor. For the first time in my life I am unable to keep eye contact with him.

"What do you mean i don't know you Steph? I know you better than anyone else. I know your favourite colour is celadon, I know you hate men with really defined six packs, I know you love taking pictures of fat people on the beach. I know you cried while watching Lilo and Stitch, although you made me swear on everything I hold dear that I would never tell anyone. What don't i know about yo-"

"Akira Alva Amana."

"Wh-"

" I was born in the middle of nowhere to a man and woman called Amos and Averill although you would probably know them better as 'Bonnie and Clyde 2.0'. They raised me to be an assassin. I was 14 when they were killed on their wedding anniversary. They were in Mexico." My vision begins to cloud with tears but I don't stop " Stephanie Jamison-Hart. My first victim. She was the only child of the FBI officer who killed my parents. I killed her and her family, stole her name and moved to London in hopes of starting fresh. The FBI had other ideas for me though. They sent man after man to kill me and these men had no idea what they were up against. They didn't know the monster they were sent to face. I killed every last one of them. 27 FBI officers died by my hands. I WAS 14 GODDAMMIT"

"Shhhhh, I've got you now. I'm so sorry you had to go through that alone. I still love you. You will never be alone again"

I feel his arms surround me as I shake and scream. The first and last time i cried was when my parents died. It's been 10 years. Why am I even crying? I rejected his proposal and here he is comforting me. He's such a good man. That's probably the reason why i fell in love with him.

" I'm so sorry,'' I tell him as I stare into his hazel eyes, only now noticing they have small flecks of gold in them.

I put my hands on either side of his face and pull him in, just as he is about to kiss me, I put my hands on his neck and squeeze. I watch as the life drains from his mesmerising eyes and wait until he goes completely limp before placing him on the bed.
I lie down next to him and take a gun out of the bedside drawer.
" My parents might have been Bonnie and Clyde, but us? We are Romeo and Juliet"

With that last thought I kiss him one last time, put the gun to my head and pulled the trigger. Who knew that this man, the love of my life, would be the reason for my death. FBI Chief Detective Gio lozano. My 28th FBI target.

My demise.