Sylvie Maradona: The Story Of A Monster

Chapter 26: Enemy

{Put two ships in the open sea, without wind or tide, and, at last, they will come together. Throw two planets into space, and they will fall one on the other. Place two enemies in the midst of a crowd, and they will inevitably meet; it is a fatality, a question of time; that is all}

On Saturday morning, both Sylvie and Rachel were counting down the second till their first and final fight. They were so different from each other...yet so much alike. Rachel decided to spent those last hours with her daughter, Amelia. Even if she didn't want to admit it, not even to herself, she was scared about what was going to take place. She might never returned to see her beautiful child. Just how fast the days change...
They were so much alike...

Sylvie decided to spend that morning with Ahmed and only with him. The poor boy, who had seen the most violent scenes taking place in front of his eyes was enjoying his mother's companion. Sylvie didn't inform her son about her decision. There was something off after all on her plan.

After Rachel hugged tight and kissed her daughter's forehead she left with a weak smile drawn on her face. She closed the door behind her trying to hold her tears. She walked at William's bedroom door and locked three times. "William?" the woman didn't receive any short of answer but she could hear her brother's breathe behind the door. He was standing there, waiting for something to happen. "William, I understand you might don't want to see me. It's probably the last time we are talking to each other. I just wanted to tell you, I love you with all my heart. So, please, take care of yourself and Amelia. She has no one else except you." Rachel stayed there for a few minutes waiting for an answer. But she was only recieving the cold, white door which wasn't cracking open. She walked down the hall, grabbed her keys and a bag and walked out of the house.

William on the other side had heard his sister's words and was silently letting his tears roll down his cheeks. He didn't have the courage to look at her in the eyes. He preferred to hide in the dark.

Sylvie left Crista's house without even looking at her. She didn't want to start crying again. She has a plan. And this plan included tones of blood.

Just the four of them were the last "survivors" of this story. The end was about to be written soon. Sylvie checked her watch and drove back in her house. After this night, their lives were meant to change forever.

Manhattan, 10:40 pm.
Sylvie had just arrived two minutes ago. She went up to the 13th floor, where her personal office was housed four years ago. She went through the rubble of her company. The walls were rusty and most of the windows were broken. Despite the time that had passed, that building still smelled melted iron. The once omnipotent palace where all the assassins wanted to join its organisation was now a memory. A memory and dozens of remnants. The weather was very good. Spring had come and a light breeze was passing through the windows of the building. Sylvie opened the roof door and found herself standing outside, under the night sky. That night, she was wearing black jeans, a black T-shirt, a leather jacket and boots. The exact same clothes she wore on her first mission of murder that X had gave her.
She admired the stars for a few minutes and decided to light up a cigarette while waiting. She out it between her lips and lighten it. She hadn't smoke in quite a lot of time. She had a purpose to stop but now it was gone. She enjoyed the nicotine that entered her lungs and for a second relaxed her shoulders. But she really had forgot her sickness. She started coughing aggressively after a long time. She felt a ball of a disgusting liquid creating on her throat and she felt like choking. She spitted the blood on the ground and wiped her mouth on her sleeve.

10:53 pm.
Sylvie heard the door behind her cracking. Someone was pushing it from behind. At the end, the door opened wide and Rachel stepped out at the rooftop.
The atmosphere was intense. The two of them locked their eyes, like they were trying to read each other's mind. Sylvie dropped the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it. Rachel dropped her bag and took off her jacket. "How are we doing it?" she asked
"One knife each." Sylvie answered to her with a gruff voice. Rachel felt a her blood run cold. She had never listen to Sylvie talking with such tone.
"So remove every other weapon you have on you." She asked from Sylvie and she obeyed. The brunete took off her jacket and removed three knives and a gun from her belt. She lifted her T-shirt, exposing her bra and turned around 360° so Rachel could assure she wasn't hiding any weapon. She then kneeled down and removed a mini gun from the back of her left ankle and a tiny knife from the right one. "I'm done." She said and stood up looking Rachel in the eye. "Now do the same." She ordered her and Rachel started having an accelerated heart rate. "But I'm not carrying anything with me." Sylvie's expression was screaming at her that she didn't have any other choice. She lifted her shirt and turned around. She felt the cold air tickling her waist.
Sylvie nodded, telling her they were ready to start. She threw a knife towards her. Rachel kneeled down and picked it up.