"To those who are listening, there has been another attack on another wealthy business owner tonight. Authorities suspect that it has to do with the three again. A single clock was left on the crime scene indicating that the three well-known assassins were involved in what appears to be a spree of murders that are targeting the wealthy. If you suspect anything or anything appears out of order please contact the authorities, and everyone is safe." rambled John McKay the news report for the New York Times News channel.
I sign "this is getting repetitive we are going to have to move at some point, otherwise people are going to get suspicious. Especially the people in this building." I explained that I have grown to master over the years of doing work like this with a clear and strong voice. Whenever we move, I know it's for the best but I can't help but wonder what if? What if we never got on that plane? What if I had just gotten ready later this would have never happened? Well, I guess that is just the hand I was dealt. I'm not complaining, I've learned to cope with what has happened to me, and the people that I have affected because of that.
Anyway, we can get to the back story later. Good evening or good morning my name is Willow Rose Black I'm a 25-year-old female and I have not had a home or permanent residence for around 10 years. I didn't have any parents. My biological mother gave me up when I was around the age of 3, and my dad left her before I was born. I'm not blaming my biological parents for what I have become because they were both young, but sometimes I blame them. We all have our moments, and I have mine. We are only human of course.
When my mother gave me up I was put into foster care like any other abandoned child. I have bounced around from place to place, and after a while, you just grow numb to not being wanted. The first time I was "returned" I was confused, sad, angry, you name it I felt it. I would go through every memory I had with that family, and see what I did wrong! But I came up empty-handed. I was quiet when I was a child, and still am to this day. I like to observe the things that are going on around me, it's what has kept me alive. Anyway, when I was driving back to the orphanage where I would be staying till my next "family" came to go through are files that they had on us. I turned to the foster lady that was driving me back and asked, "why am I going back, did I do something wrong," I didn't cry because I wasn't there long enough to get to know them but I was curious anyway.
" Well sweetie, maybe they thought you were too good to be there, and they thought they couldn't give you what they thought you needed." I knew that was a lie the moment it came out of her mouth. It was just an excuse to make the sad little orphan feel better but I let it go because the deed was already done.
After a while of this happening I simply didn't care. It was the same thing happening over and over again. So I just faced the reality that I was never going to have a family, never going to have a home that I'd been waiting for. I grew dead inside, my eyes don't shine as they did in my early years.
I remember the day I was brought into Belco. I was 10 years old when a man and woman came into the orphanage. The date was May 26, 2002. The man was tall around 6'4 6'5, he had dark brown hair with a well-trimmed beard. Blue eyes with a hint of grey around his pupils, and along with his height he was buff. The suit he was wearing wrapped tightly around his arm and chest muscles. The girl was also on the taller side; she was 5'9 to 5'11. She and the man appeared to be related, brother and sister are most likely. She had the same piercing emotionless eyes as him, and long dark brown hair that shined whenever the light hit it. She wore a tight-fitted pencil skirt with a loose-fitted top.
They went up to the head of the orphanage and started talking to her. I was curious and close so I crept closer to get some details on why people that looked like them are there.
"Hello, my name is Shelby, and welcome to the Jamea Field orphanage. What can I do for you today," she said to them. I never really linked her to preppy for me.
"Hi, My name is Sonya Vika, and this is my brother Alek Vika. we are hoping that you have some kids that we could adopt to join our family." The girl Sonya said with a thick Russian accent.
" Oh yes right this way, we have files on all the kids here." Shelby led the brother and sister to her office where she kept all her files on the kids here, me included.
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Romance(First story) Willow always has a feeling that someone was watching her and knows what he did for a living. But how would that be possible when she and her two other teammates were some of the best spies and assassins in the business.
