Kazimir Seasons

/42/

2 years ago:

Yara Sokolov

Many people who don't know me wouldn't understand me. In life every decision has a consequence it doesn't matter if it was a little one or a big one consequences will visit you later.

As a kid, we're taught about monsters how scary they are, and how nasty they can turn. But I wasn't every kid. I wanted to be the big bad monster when I grew up. I need to make sure everyone suffered just as much as I did.

I didn't care who got hurt in the process as long as they got hurt I'll sleep better at night.  My mother told me how my father was a brilliant surgeon and how he was gifted with beautiful hands that cured people.

I wanted to be just like my father, I wanted to become a doctor with gifted hands but my hands weren't gifted to save lives no. They were gifted to take lives.

These hands were covered in blood, they yawned for the touch of blood. These hands craved revenge.

"Stef I delivered for the Company for my whole life I need names," I begged my mentor. He took me in after my parents were assassinated, and left an eight-year-old out to die.

He made sure I was skilled with a knife by ten and knew how to kill a room full of men with anything I can pick up and turn into a weapon.

He taught me how important my sex appeal was, how if you show a man how much you want him by being submissive you have the key to his kingdom.

I was the lady who could walk in eight-inch hills and stab you in the skill as I pulled your tiny brain out and put it on display for your friend and family.

"Yara?" He questioned using my real name.

"She's dead."

I spoke with a firm tone. Trying to calm the anger that was growing when that name was mentioned.

"Daisy, fine, you want the name of the guy that killed your family?" He asked as his rough hands caressed my breast.

It was late and we were having a private dinner. He knew me since I was eight and he saw how I wanted revenge.

"The man who killed you and your parents... he was sixteen at the time working as a hitman for another organization. He killed your mom because she had evidence that would hurt him and the people he works for," he said tucking a lock of my curly hair away.

"Nobody ever saw his face. He is untraceable, there's nothing on him, but for you my princess I'll make anything happen," he informed me as he gave me a soft peck.

"You want blood, he's responsible for it all, he's the monster that man isn't human. I can't give you a name but I can give you a picture. The company would kill you and me for even going after him so you do this, make it fast, and don't miss," he is now running his hand up my thigh from my silk red dress.

"I never miss a shot," my tone was so cold and out for death.

He goes into his blazer jacket pulling out a picture of a man in a suit. The picture isn't clear but the blue eye's sharp jawline and a déjà vu feeling are awakened.

•••

I was a great snipper there wasn't something I wasn't good at studied hands, hands that have killed so many people.

The Company was an organized organization that trained kids into killers I wasn't born one but I sweated my life to the Company when they brought me in as their own.

Our story was connected. It just had to be, that bullshit story they told me about was unbelievable till I saw your brother.

I saw how you consumed someone in your life. I saw how you twisted the universe into your hands. I saw how you can kill anyone just for thinking about her.