Hitman Lover

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RAVEN'S POV

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It was eleven o'clock at night. The sun had already set giving the moon it's time to shine. I silently waited in the alleyway behind a five story building. My hands were positioned on the rough bricks that held up the structure.

I took a peek around the solid wall and saw the target.

I placed the black hood on top of my head and clutched the blade in my right hand.

Originally my plan was to go straight for the kill, but I decided against it. Instead, I grabbed a rock and threw it at a nearby dumpster.

The target stopped in their tracks and spun around, "Hello? Anybody th-"

Idiot.

I stealthily ran up behind him and sliced his throat. I raised the hood from my head- giving him a look at my face.

His eyes widened as he continued to choke on his own blood, his hands wrapped around his throat as if it'd help his situation.

I rolled my eyes when his eyes remained opened.

Someone doesn't want to die.

I sighed heavily and lifted my boot up before lowering it onto his throat. I pushed down and watched as he struggled underneath me. His eyes began to flutter close and I smiled. Soon enough, they closed completely and his body no longer put up a fight.

After looking over his body once more I tossed the hood back over my head, hiding my face.

My phone dinged all of a sudden, causing me to pull it out.

Five million dollars transferred.

Hm, that was quick.

I took a look around the darkened area and another glance at the lifeless body below me before I tucked the phone away and left the alleyway.

As I strolled my way home on the sidewalk I hummed a small tune.

In all honesty, five million was all I wanted. I've been payed more, but that was when I first started this 'job'.

Everything originated when I was a struggling teenager who had gotten kicked out of the house for being attracted to the same sex. My parents had always despised me because of the way I had turned out.

They didn't like that I was intersex. It infuriated them, so when I came out to them it was like the final straw.

I had no friends or any close family, so I was left to live on the streets.

I struggled for years on my own; the constant days and nights I'd stolen food and money for the sake of my own survival. I'd pickpocket those who payed less attention to their surroundings, and sneak into nearby houses just to snatch up a few things that caught my interest.

Looking back at it from a future perspective, I didn't have much of a choice, so I don't feel much guilt for it at all.

All of that went on for what seemed like ever until one day I was offered a deal.

This woman, also known as Hera Zoi, came up to me after I had stolen someone's money for food. I wasn't exactly terrified of her, but I knew that she was a powerful being.

It was all in her body movement.

I was nineteen at the time, she was twenty-three.

I had asked what it is that she wanted.