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11

I watch as the water flows free from the tap and falls down on my body, splashing everywhere.  The warm water washes away the blood and turn the tiles underneath my feet turn red as the dark water flows down the drain. Another sin washed away. 

My hands and my body can be cleaned but the mark it leaves behind on my soul grows bigger each day. The darkness feeds and thrives on it. On the anguished screams still ringing in my ears the stains of blood etched in my soul.

Torture, kill and forget. 

But it isn't easy to forget the lifeless eyes and the blood drained body each time I close my eyes. Each sin, each kill is being counted by the gods so when I die they will make me pay for it. I know that I am downed in the sins I have committed and there's no running from it. 

I know it and I don't care what someone else thinks of it. Yes I am a heartless monster who kills people with no remorse but I am done answering the world and reaching up to meet their expectations. They don't expect anything from me when I have their life in my hand. They beg at that time. 

They respect me and now I look down at them and wonder how changing myself also changed  the way others look at me. Its a crazy world and sometimes you have to kill and create a new version of yourself to make others look at you. Fear you. 

They gamble with their life when making a deal with me. Its really simple, respect me and full-fill the promise you made or die. I don't kill innocent or someone who stays true to their word. But betray me and find your name engraved on a tombstone. 

I shut off the water and my thoughts with it. Wrapping myself in a towel I step out of the shower and tie my hair in a low bun. 

One thing I hate about this is that I have to stay here in my fathers house whenever I have to complete interrogation with someone or torture it out of them. Its a fucking headache. 

But I'd much rather complete it here than have it at my place. That's where things get intense and I like to keep my personal cases separate that with my father's. He doesn't interfere with what I do and I complete the missions that his best people are unable to. 

But today it was convenient since I am to meet someone today. Its just like other times, whenever my father needs to give me details for the next mission he calls me here. But today he is having a meeting with someone and told me that I would be meeting that person since they need our help with something. 

I hope its not too long, I want to just go back at my place and have a good nap and forget about things for a while. This past month has felt like a lifetime and I just need to drown out the world and have a few hours of sleep. No one will die if I take a leave for a few hours. Oh wait, someone actually might. But that is none of my damn business.

Throwing on a big sized black shirt and a pair of jeans I wander off from my room towards the kitchen. My safe space. I'm hoping Jamie is there. I could pester him a bit and listen to him rant about Nathan and how history is torture for everyone. My hair is wet so I left it open and its flowing freely and reaching past the middle of my back. 

Hmm, maybe I need a bit of a haircut.

I find Jamie sitting on a stool scrolling through his phone. I go and sit besides him and he hasn't noticed me. Lord, this man. I tap him on the head and he lets out a yelp and drops his phone on the kitchen counter. I give him a big grin "Feeling okay Jamie ?" 

He shakes his head and glares at me "When will you stop scaring the bejesus out of me". Look at him blaming me. I literally did nothing this time. He was too busy in his phone to notice my presence. 

I shrug and then jump down the stool and go to rifle through the cabinets and refrigerator "Do you have something to eat ? I don't know how long the meeting will take and I want food"