Her Salvation or Her Downfall

1 - Running

Running , it has become a usual thing for me . With my family's work we do it a lot . I have become so used to it , it's just like blinking and breathing . I don't remember the last time I stayed in the same town , city or sometimes even country for longer than 6 months . I am Italian , and for the past three months , I have been living  in my family's old mansion . My childhood house . It hadn't changed a bit , same door , same beds , same kitchens , same family portraits on the wall . But it was no longer happy or home-like , it was cold , dark and eerie  . I felt my dark secrets and the traumatic events that happened here , screaming out to me , crying to be relived . But I didn't have time to do that , to reminisce on old times . It was the only place I knew or could go where no one would look for me  . I was there for work and to make my father proud of me , in the only way I could . Murder , death and blood .

I forgot to introduce myself .  My name is Chiara Bianchi . My father is Roman Costa . He doesn't have my last name because well how do I put it ? He hates my guts or in his words ' I would rather cut my own dick off and eat it then have the same surname of yours and your whore of a mother ' He then continued to spout of even more vile words but I checked out at the point because I couldn't take another minute of my father disrespecting me , but the worse part was his vile and disgusting words towards my mother , his wife . The woman he is supposed to love most in the entire world and the words he used , were definitely not describing love . The worst thing is my mother is very dead . But anyway let's not talk about that . I am 17 years old and I am originally from Italy and I am part of a very dangerous family . The Italian Mafia . My uncle is the Italian Mafia leader , well not anymore . Spoiler alert I killed him , whoops! But it was daddy dearest who ordered the killing so ...

I did my job quickly and efficiently and hid in plain sight for the next two and a half months waiting for my father to call me or visit me to get me out of the country , let's just say the man I killed was very important and there were lots of people looking for me but they will never find me , mafia men can be quite stupid sometimes , they never look right under the tip of their noses . Over the past two and a half months , I've been doing a few jobs here and there , visiting a few clubs and going to school . It has been fun but the most fun I have is when I'm drenched in blood , watching the life drain from someone's eyes . I know , I know ! I'm not a typical teenager , but I'm not a total psychopath . Actually , a doctor would probably say I definitely am , but whatever . I have to do what I do to live , in the mafia you either kill or be killed . And I really need to get my body count over 1000000 , what can I say I am an ambitious person . And before you call me a whore , I mean the people I have killed . Don't think I am that bad .

But I have to get out of Italy , I need to get away . I need to start fresh . I am currently in my childhood bedroom looking threw old photo's , drinking vodka waiting for my dad to remember I exist and help me settle down somewhere new . I'm thinking Canada or America , which ever has the most ignorant stupid criminals or rapists or murderers or mafia betrayers that I get to kill . I don't really care what they have done as long as they die at my hands and I get the money to spend on my serious shopping addiction and before you say I didn't need to become an assassin for that , I didn't that's just a plus . I became an assassin because my father and the Italian Mafia forced me to , they said I am a woman so no one would suspect me and they don't suspect a 12 year old girl either - which is when I started my job - and they also said I either do this or get killed or get married to an old stinky pervert who can't find a wife at twelve . YEP I KNOW , INSANE !!!!

I enjoy my job , but it changed me . I had to switch of my emotions , Stefan Salvatore style ( yes I am an assassin but I have taste and I am the biggest TVD fan ) , I could no longer be like normal children who had loving parents and played at the park , not that I could ever have that , with who my family are . Just as I am about to finish the second bottle of vodka , I hear a banging downstairs . I don't even panic , if someone breaks in they just help me get to my dream kill number . I am a tad bit tipsy so I have to rush to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face to wake myself up a bit . It works , I grab my gun and my blood red dagger from my thigh holster that was thrown on the floor from a previous mission . I prefer daggers , first of all they are hot as fuck , second it's a much funner way to kill . I open my door slowly , still hearing the banging . I think it's someone banging on my door , what fucking robber knocks . I start to walk down the stairs then the door fly's open and the door comes off the hinges . Seriously , I'm gonna have to pay to fix that , not that money's a problem , just the utter disrespect of breaking my door down . Like I was going to answer the door .

I take the safety of my gun and run faster , then I stop . Oh shit ! I hate that every time I see his face , he scares me . But I won't let him know that , his broad back is turned to me  and he is wearing a black suit , looking like he just got back from a funeral ( LOL our whole life is a big funeral ) .  I sneakily walk behind him and grab my dagger and put it to his throat , I feel him tense when I put my gun to the side of his head .

' Hello Father '