Cold was the first thing his mind registered.
Darkness was the second.
And the fact that he was dead was the last fact, he watched as 'his' lifeless body was placed down in the pit as he heard his mother's sobs and pleads of denial; denial that her dear boy was dead. He shrugged off any guilt and fear in his chest. . . this was part of his job.
He rolled the glass up as he wore sunglasses to cover any evidence of emotion. Today his life; the life he had built on a lie had been destroyed after he was pronounced 'dead' to the world and all his fortune was passed onto his family. He watched as they mourned for him, he squeezed any part of him that wanted to go and comfort them.
He was lucky that they had spared him, he was an American seen as a threat in others eyes. The dangerous of them all and the one everyone feared; they'd be celebrating his death unaware that he was actually alive and breathing.
Memories of his plan had flooded his mind as he remembered his sister's voice, the reason he was doing all this was for her. He remembered the brown hair that had framed her face as her chocolate brown eyes lit up at the sight of him and the way she'd called him; not by his name but by the simple nickname of bubba.
He opened his eyes and wished his former life goodbye, after all, he had a job to do.
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