A few months ago. Back on the ground as we normally call it where a mansion located deep in the woods. A place where I went straight after every long day. Well, all days seem long and bad. The only thing that keeps me striving is accomplishing every assignment. I was disappointed with the outcome. None of it made sense to me. But I have to deal with the aftermath.
The rain kept going and I was fully drenched yet I still felt sticky and filthy all over my body. I threw my leather gloves before getting inside the old mansion. I could only hear my own heavy breathing aside from the occasional thunder strikes. The lightning outside gave out light to the corridors so that I could see my path. I was determined to clean up all the dirt on my body. It was ridiculous I was sure he was dead. How could I have missed it? I had to hurry and hide before the police arrived. It's the first time something like this ever happened. I couldn't wrap it up in my head on how could the mission possibly get leaked to the authorities? It was very unacceptable. I never failed accomplishing even the difficult missions from the past.
Not only do I get disgusted by the mud but also by the smeared blood of other people on me. I made sure not to make a single sound when I got back to our quarters. My sisters were either still outside finishing their designated mission or resting at this ungodly hour. I was in front of the sink trying to wash my hands all the way to my arms and the knife I used earlier.
My face was also covered with blood. And I could taste the blood on my lips. I have never seen my soul through my eyes. I was born to get accustomed to everything based on the objectives given to me. We're not robots but we were raised to not react to anything. Killing anyone is just something we do regularly once we get the directives from the High Order. We are no longer afraid to die at any time. If we are afraid of anything that's gonna be the punishment we could get from the High Order. They can eliminate us if we fail the assignment. Yes, our loyalty is given fully to the High Order. Most of my sisters weren't able to go back once they got sent outside. But the trickiest part here, the new generation got tougher with survival instincts. I could have fled away but I have nowhere to go. Basically, the circle is like my family and I only belong on this ground.
I adjusted my sight in the darkness that fills the enire restroom. Checking if every bit of the blood was removed. I scoffed after being satisfied. "You have to finish what you started Irene," I said to myself as if talking to someone else. "It's either you finish it or they would kill you for failing."
Who are we? We're nobody but just mere tools of the High Order. We live to assassinate people mercilessly. Do we get paid? No. The reason we exists and breath is that the High Order gave us a chance to live. They raised us, clothed us, and provided us with food. We're forever indebted to them. Our lives aren't ours to enjoy. It was sold to them. They own every bit of me, even my soul. Our vision is to eradicate the cancer in our society. We will exist to maintain the balance.***
Jennie threw a pile of information on my desk. Glad it missed my face. I saw Jisoo immediately get up to meddle between us. It's not new to the circle that my dear sister Jennie has a bad temper. She rarely leaves the ground. I began to wonder what made them pay me a visit. When we're all clear that I should maintain my distance with everyone from the circle. It's never a problem to receive guests but I was just being extra cautious.
"What is this all about, Irene?" She was fuming like a kitten. "They told you to stay low and have a normal life while they are working to cover your trace." She made it sounds like the High Order cared for me. "They even gave you a place to stay so that you don't have to wander around." She was obviously disappointed of the decisions I made.

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Deception
FanfictionStarted May 7, 2022 Hidden to many there is a secret society of assassins called CIRCLE. They consist of mostly abandoned children. From being children they were raised and trained by the GUARDIANS, respected Senior assassins. They fear nothing and...