C'est la vie - A Collection

Assassin Of Utopia • Part 2

As the sun begins its ascent, casting a warm glow across the city, I find myself amidst the hustle and bustle of a crowded marketplace. With the baby securely strapped to my chest in a baby carrier, I navigate through the maze of vendors, their colorful stalls displaying a wide array of goods. The aroma of freshly baked bread mingles with the scent of exotic spices, creating a sensory overload that threatens to distract.

Living in Hutzburg, the literal Utopia on earth where you can have anything and everything, from your wildest dreams to the inevitable consequences that come with them.

In this superficial allure of this utopian city, beneath its dazzling facade lies a labyrinth of secrets, power struggles, and treacherous alliances. Every step you take is a tightrope walk, where one misstep can have catastrophic consequences.

Here in my case, amidst the glitz and glamour of Hutzburg, where people care more about their Gucci bags than the state of the world, I am tackling the bewildering world of diapers and sleepless nights, all while trying to keep a shred of sanity intact. It's like I'm living in a bizarre sitcom, where I'm the protagonist reluctantly thrust into motherhood, and the Assassin is the unpredictable sidekick who loves to stir up trouble.

I cast a quick glance over my shoulder, ensuring that the stoic assassin is still trailing behind us. He seems to blend effortlessly into the crowd, his dark attire and enigmatic demeanor making him an imposing figure amidst the vibrant chaos.

The baby, on the other hand, giggles and waves at everyone we pass, drawing smiles and coos from the onlookers. She's a natural charmer, capable of melting even the coldest of hearts with her infectious laughter.

"You know," I quip, breaking the silence, "I never thought I'd find myself in the middle of a bustling market, trying to outrun dangerous criminals, all while juggling the responsibilities of motherhood. It's like being a contestant on a reality show, but with higher stakes and a cuter co-star."

The assassin casts me a weary glance, his eyes reflecting a mix of irritation and resignation. "Just stick to the plan, keep the baby safe, and try not to attract unnecessary attention," he grumbles.

I flash him an impish grin. "Oh, come on! Where's your sense of adventure? We should spice things up a bit. Maybe throw in a spontaneous dance number or a high-speed chase through the market. I hear the vendors here make excellent getaway props."

He merely shakes his head, clearly unamused by my antics. It's as if he's perpetually trapped in a state of brooding seriousness, unable to appreciate the absurdity of our situation. Well, at least the baby and I can find amusement in the chaos.

My mind drifts back to the life I was forced to leave behind as a journalist. The ink-stained pages of my unfinished stories and the unsolved mysteries linger in the depths of the jungles.

It was a world where my pen had the power to expose what lies beneath the greenery, a measure I had taken to avoid my pen exposing anything else that could lead me to my own demise. For I knew to one thing that wild life could not threaten my existence the way the citizens of Hutzburg do.

The day I had to put away my journalist's hat and pick up the mantle of motherhood. It wasn't a choice I made willingly, but rather one that was thrust upon me by fate. I had to abandon my passion for lying beneath the darkness and disclose myself to the danger in order to protect this little bundle of chaos and joy.

Money had never been an issue since the baby arrived. It just appeared in my bank account, as if by some mysterious force. I often wondered where it came from, but I never dug too deep. It was as if someone was silently watching over us, ensuring that we had what we needed, even if I didn't fully understand how or why.