one-shots

Imagine 7

You slip into the abandoned house, making yourself comfortable on the ground. This area has a lot of abandoned houses and buildings, this one was the farthest away from the kingdom. No one ever comes here, so you are 99% sure no one is gonna find you. You close your eyes trying to fall asleep when you hear a creak downstairs.

You open your eyes not daring to make a move. There's no way they found me. You hear footsteps walking around under you, every footstep making the floor creak more and more. Your heart is doing crazy, but when you hear the loud creak of the staircase you are pretty sure your heart just stopped for a second.

You quietly grab the dagger in your bag trying to make no sound. You pull the old cover over your face staring at the door. Your mom gave it to you before she got killed. You can see everything through the blanket, but no one can see through it from the other side. It's dark so if you put yourself in a dark corner there is a little change of you being caught. Someone is going to die today, again. And it's not going to be you.
You see a black silhouette standing at the doorframe, looking around. Is it the king coming to kill you? Your best-friend Poppy? Almost everyone in the kingdom is a secret assassin so it's most likely the whole kingdom wants you dead.

You see the person look around finally stepping inside the room. You hold your breath, seeing the weapons coming into view. Gosh that's a lot. The person is wearing a hood, hiding their face.
After a couple seconds the figure turns their head towards you, staring for a solid 30 seconds before slowly making their way to you. You try to keep your body and breathing as still as possible. You are a former assassin so it should be easy to you. When they are a meter away from you they squat down, pulling of their hood.
Ow no.

It isn't the king, it isn't your best friend, it's not the old man that used to live in front of you nor is it your old assassin partners.
It's the son of the man you killed. The son of the best assassin in the kingdom- I mean world. The son of the most talented man. Gosh even the king loved him. He used to hire him very frequently.
The son of the man that murdered your mother 15 years ago.
Why? Because she said "no".

You always knew he was the murdered, you saw it happening. All of it. You were there, with her. He killed her in-front of you, not even looking her in the eyes while taking her life. No, he was looking at you. He took your mom's life, gave you a scar to remind you of it and left knowing no one was going to listen to a little pour girl. For years you've been training to become an assassin, his assassin. To know all his tricks, all his secrets. To become his best weapon.
And you did.

The scar he gave you was supposed to come on your face but instead came on your upper arm, bc you shielded your face. For years you've been hiding it, living with a fake identity just so you could become the best and take his life.

And you did, you took it the way he took your mom's life. The only difference is that you did look in his eyes, until he broke the contact.

His son always hated you bc, you were the favorite. You made sure of that. And now he's here to take revenge. You don't want to kill him, but if you had to, you will.

"I know you are there" he says. His voice deep.
"Aseela"
Your eyes widen not believing what you just heard.
He used your real name.
You stay where you are, not moving a muscle.

He sighs looking at the ground for a second before looking at you again. It's like he can see you through the blanket. "I'm not here to kill you, if that's what you think"
"I'm here to help you" "help the woman that killed your father?" You say realizing that hiding is not an option anymore. You do stay under the cover, the memories of your mom calming you down.

He chuckles a small dimple appearing on his right cheek. "It does sound weird if you say it like that" he puts a hair through his hair, his face turning serious again.
"I know he killed your mom", you feel your heart stop once again. "I saw you kill him, heard everything you said. I saw everything you did",
He's going to kill you. "And weirdly enough, I'm not even mad at you"

"It feels like a weight has been removed from my shoulder, like I'm free" You remove the blanket looking in his eyes not understanding a thing he's saying. "He's not a father to me. He never was and never will be" he says serious looking deeply in your eyes. "He didn't raise me, never was there on my birthdays, never was in my life, he was never there. Only to train me",
Does that sound like a father to you, Aseela?",

"No" you whisper not breaking the eye contact. "Bc it isn't, he isn't" he says standing up. "If a parent doesn't treat and see you like their child, they shouldn't expect from you to treat and see them like a parent", he puts his gloved hand out in front of you. "Come", he says a small smile forming on his lips. "Let's live life like we were supposed to do a long time ago",