Chapter 39: Their End

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My name is Hana and I don't kill kids.

In the Bible, there was a girl named Hannah who prayed that she had a child and promised to God that her son will serve him. When God granted her prayers, she named him Samuel.

I too prayed to God. Everyday. But God plays favoritism.

I prayed to God to stop the men who was raping me when I was 12. Everyday it was a different one and If I don't do it, I go hungry and get a beating. No one came to rescue me.

I prayed to God that the drugs which was placed inside me don't spill when I enter the airport. I was 15 and pregnant but instead of taking care of me, the people whom I worked for used me as a drug mule. No one came to rescue me.

I prayed to God that my child be dead when I gave birth. I was trying to save him from a difficult life, but when I held him in my arms, and smiled at me the first time, I felt that something good in my life is about to happen so I prayed to God that we won't be separated but they took him away. I pleaded that I will work harder, but they said that babies cannot be raised there.

I prayed to God that the people who abused me be all dead. I prayed that their bodies be filled with bullet holes and that their organs be ripped apart. I prayed that they be skinned alive. But God didn't answer my prayer.

Hazeera did.

I was beaten up when I escaped dragging myself along the road, blood dripping from my stomach. I wanted to find my child and I'm sure that they left him at the front of a foster home. A classic movie opening.

I was lifeless. My legs are numb from walking and running. I prayed to God to send me to heaven that day. But he didn't.

I woke up in an unfamiliar place. I was taken care of for months and when I regained my energy, I made a deal with Hazeera. Hazeera promised that I can be with my son so long as I work for them. I didn't believe at first, but when they showed pictures of my son inside a foster home, I agreed.

I trained for months. I was skilled in combat and use of gun, but I prefer knife. My first mission is to prove my loyalty. Hazeera asked me to kill the organization who abused and sold me to be raped, but I didn't. I burned their hide-out and captured the people who ran the place. They were praying to God when they were aligned in front of Hazeera with their hands tied behind their back.

"God doesn't prayers." And I slit their throats one by one in front of Hazeera.

A month after, another mission was given and each mission I was rewarded with money and a chance to see my son from afar. He was growing up in a foster home with hand me downs but never did he ran away.

A mission after a mission, I killed men and women but never kids. Later on, I found out that the best weapon is manipulation. I perfected that skill and Hazeera praised me when I come back with outstanding results. All had been doing well until Jung fucked up our operations.

We lost billions because of him and our clients wanted Hazeera dead if we can't retrieve the information which Jung stole. He comitted suicide and wrote that he killed Mary Grace's daughter but I didn't buy his shit.

We know that he passed the code to either Minji and Jung Kook.

I watched them from afar and I could say that they are not the happy couple. I learned that Jung Kook doesn't want to see her when he left the Mayor's office without a bride. I laughed when I saw Jung Kook placed an aquarium with a snake inside in front of their house. I watched how Athena sneakily went out of their house dressed in corporate attire.

The hardest part of my job is the waiting game, but when it's done, it's satisfying to watch how the pieces fell together like a domino placed in front of each other. All you need is a push.

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