A Seconds Hesitation

Prologue

   I sat at my windowsill engulfed in what was happening outside. I could see cars on the thruway as well as the city lights. I watched as the bare branches sway in the crisp wind, and as the snow that fell from the sky, landed against my window.

   I watched as it slowly melted and fell five stories before it landed on the ground.

Winter is such a beautiful season.

   The white snow everywhere, making it look like heaven.

   This is as close to heaven as I will ever get. With that I abandon  my thoughts, and lay on my bed. It's sheets cold from lack of heat. I looked up at my black celling and around at my black walls. My cold bare walls always were filled with emptiness.

At night it felt like I was lost In black nothingness. Or like a cell encased with darkness. When I was little I was taught not to be scared of the dark. But as I grew older I realized my mind was darker.

My white vanity stood by my window. The only thing on it was my hairbrush. The mirror had shattered a while ago. Due to me and my brother fighting.

Feeling my stomach grumble I headed down stairs. The long descent gave me time to put my hair into a tight ponytail.

Most people would have pictures frames, but we didn't. My family was always ready to leave. All that was really valuable was the furniture.

The living room had a black leather couch and a black leather recliner. They were both set to look out the window.

To get to the kitchen you had to go through the dining room. In there lied a mahogany table. And a crystal chandelier. Walking out the old room is a hallway. The hallway walls are a bare tan colorant one door. Through that door is the family study.

Continuing down the hall way you reach the kitchen. The walls a bare white. If you haven't figured out yet this mansion is bare and empty. My father, mother, my sisters and my five brothers. Are all out on missions.

My family is very skilled. We all have our sins. My father had been in 20 different prisons in his teen years. He had always escaped them after he gained allies. My mother was part of a rich family and always loved to cause mischief.

My siblings and I all inherited the family curse. It's a wired curse. We don't turn into toads or mice at midnight.

Our curse is soul shattering. From the begging of our lives we all feel the desire to kill. To feel the persons life drain through our fingers. Is what we live for.

However being assassins I dint what kills us. We all die because of our curse.

Our curse is to fall in love with the wrong person.

After all were doomed to die a gruesome death, by the hands of our so called lovers.