Final Christmas || Scaraven Modern AU

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scara's pov

january

A box. A rotting, tiny cardboard box. That's where they tell me I was left.
Every time I ask about it they tell me the same thing, and I give the same reaction, but I feel like something remains unanswered, some parts unsaid. Or perhaps that's my own feeling, the feeling of abandonment.

They claim a relatively tall woman with long purple hair left me there, and that she seemed beaten and unclean. Their suspicion is that she could no longer afford to care for me and left me in hopes that some kind passerby would raise me instead, but I still feel resentment towards her for leaving me there. If she truly was my mother I wish she could have at least tried to get herself into a better situation, so maybe then she could come back for me, take care of me like a real mother.

It's been a decade an a half since then. I don't think she's ever coming back.

The boss has people sent out patrolling every area of the city at all times. Apparently they had their eye on me for a long time. That my situation was 'special' and that I would be 'good for their team'. The truth is, I did have survival skills. I spent the first decade of my life having to steal food and find my own shelter. I didn't know how to read, to write, to speak, to live in this society, but I knew how to fight, how to survive. The boss took me from there and his men taught me the rest.

Nobody ever picked me up from that box.

I don't know why they simply watched me instead of helping me there, but I can't leave them now. They saved me, and they're quite literally all I have.
The boss runs an underground organisation called The Fatui, which basically translates to a word for stupidity in Latin. Despite their weirdly chosen name it's a powerful criminal organization, and it's extremely large with thousands of powerful members. And despite my age they trained me until I raced to almost the very top.
They're sure to have some sort of larger goal but I have no idea what it is, nor do I care. I'll carry out whatever mission is given to me so long as they keep me. So long as I stay alive.

During the past 5 years everything has been a blur. Mission after mission, kill after kill. Thats right, this group forced a kid to go around taking lives of grown adults and such. They'd never tell me why, but I had to. I couldn't disappoint them, I couldn't have them throw me away.

There were parts of days, weeks, sometimes a full month that I couldn't recall at all. The boss would order the Doctor to do frequent checkups on me, but these checkups led to whole chunks of time being completely erased from my memory. I don't know what he did to me in those checkups, I don't know why I can't recall anything, but it certainly makes me trust that Doctor less and less. It's not like I've gotten worse though. Whatever he did to me, it's kept me alive and it's kept me healthy. It's been years and years since I've gotten sick, or been at risk of any sort of disease at all. There's still something far too suspicious about it though.

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The boss told me the previous night that he has another mission for me to carry out today.
I pull the rough sheets off of me and climb out of the small single bed they placed for me in my office. My eyes open with ease, and I stand up effortlessly. I've been doing this for so long that I no longer feel tired. Wearing simple clothes on missions has always helped me. A uniform would make me too suspicious. This helps me blend in with a crowd while I'm travelling.

Everything goes as normal. There's food out in the dining hall, which is reserved for the high ranking recruits such as myself, most of which are sitting around the table. None of them speak to me, and I speak to none of them. I grab some stale slices of bread from the plate closest to me, stuffing them into my bag. Just enough to last me the day. I can probably find water in a vending machine or something.

I approach the exit where the guards are waiting. They hand me a card holding the profile and location of my target. A pink haired woman named Yae Miko. She looks rather obnoxious, if I'm being honest. She's also not too far from the location these guys found me in. Oh well, can't dwell on this for too long, yet another mission to be over and done with.

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The trains are rather empty today, which is a good thing. The less witnesses of me, the better. I grab a hold of one of the handles above me until I reach the station, planning how I'll go about this one. The trip is only 47 minutes, pretty short compared to what I usually do. I check the location again. Its only about a 15 minute walk from the station. I put in an earplug and turn on some music while I walk, eyes glued to a map on my phone.
The people around me all seem like a blur. They're all caught up with their own lives, probably not taking much notice to me at all.

There's one woman though, who looks me right in the eye as she passes. She's rather short, and her hair is so silver it looks white in the lighting. She probably doesn't have bad intentions but what's she looking at me for... weirdo. Before I know it she's out of sight. I snap myself out of my thoughts and focus on my target.

I make my way to a small one-storey house, it's rather clean and there's a window near the back door. The fence around the garden is short enough for me to scale, but too tall for any neighbours to see what I'm doing.

I pull my gloves over my hands and grab my pistol. I can see her through the window, she seems to be cooking something. Hah, not for long. This makes my job so much easier. The house will burn down and the evidence will be destroyed on it's own. There isn't anyone around her, so as long as she has no family soon to return it'll go as planned. It's still mid-morning anyway, if she's a stay-at-home mother her kids would be at school, and if she has a partner or family they'd be working.

The window is old and rusty, and the lock seems to be broken. I grab the frame and slide it open just enough for me to get the right angle to shoot her from.
I fire my gun three times in her back and she collapses onto the floor, a pool of her blood forming around her. My job here's done. Even if her body doesn't burn away with her house from the overheating oven, it's not like I left fingerprints or have any witnesses. I never do.

I walk away without looking back. Just another mission. Just another kill. Just another day of this life. My pistol and gloves go back into my bag, I slide my earplugs back in, tap the play button on my phone and all of a sudden I'm no more than an ordinary boy on a stroll.

Tap.
Tap.
Tap.

There's footsteps coming from in front of me, walking in my direction. It's just a woman passing by, but I have to remain unsuspicious just in case she lives with that Yae lady, so I look straight ahead, not letting my gaze fall on her.

She glances in my direction. Once she passes I dare to look back for only a split second.
She's wearing an office uniform, and the hand that holds a white purse is decorated with a pink jewelled bracelet. Her hair, a messy braid of endless dark purple strands, reaches down her back.

A/N

gonna get writing chapter 2 :P if anyone is reading this i hope u enjoyed this little introduction , and i PROMISE venti will get here and the angst will come but yk its only the start so i have to set the scene in the first few chapters. alr buhbye :3