An assassins hearth (Lucio x reader)

-2-

Y/n pov

I feel tears run down my face. These are tears I've been holding back for years. That have been supressed.

-Flashback-

I sit in an alleyway not knowing what to do. I don't know where I am, why did I decide to go so far? Sigh, I don't know what to do. Suddenly I notice a few figures moing towards me in the distance. I get up and walk in the oppsite direction. I'm smart enough to see they're drunk. Not gonna risk asking them for help. I hear footsteps getting closer and then suddenly a hand on my shoulder. Out of instinct I turn around and slap the person behind me. He pulls away his hand emediatly and laughs with the others. I feel their breath. Drunk for sure. I start walking again and the footsteps folowing. Suddenly I hear a gunshot. I turn around. The guys start running... I look down to see a dead body of the one that touched me. There's something on his head... Looks like a bullet... I look around. I don't see anyone. I look up to see a sniper, I'm pretty sure, on a roof. She wears a black outfit. Our eyes meet and she climbs down silently.

-End of flashback.

I'm not sure if I should be thankful to her for everything she did or hate her... She might have thought me how to survive but at what price? I bring my hand up to my right eye to take away a few tears. My hand stops at the scar. I follow with my finger around it. I was so naive back then. Think how diffrent my life could have been. But then again... I'd probebly be dead whitout her. I sigh and get up. I can't sit here all night. I walk around the corner when suddenly a sniper shot hits the wall behind me. I look up to where to came from. A boy, not that old. Mabye 15 or 14. I sigh and walk behind the corner again. Not very good sniper but I can't risk him hitting me. I make my way through the back of the building and I then climb up the building he was standing on. He's looking through his scope down from the roof. Wow, that's a really bad rifle. From behind I inspect it. Only two shots per round. Must reload it a lot. Not that great. I shack my head ignoring my thoughts. I take out my knife and put it against his throat. I emediatly noticing him tense up. 

-Drop it, I whisper. He does as I say.

-Why did you shot towards me? I ask in a cold voice. Trying to make him frightend.

-I was hired, he answers.

-Who were you hired by?

-I can't tell you, he says. I take the knife closer to his throat.

-You sure? Becouse I have absolutaly no problem ending you right now, I say in a much colder voice. He seems to be thinking.

-If you tell me who I might just not kill you, I say.

-But if I tell they will kill me, he says.

-Well does it look like I care? I ask. Oh god... Why do I have to be like that while talking?

-By telling me you get a little longer to live and more time to escape, I say.

-Ugh, fine, his name is... Suddenly a gun shot rings out. Not sure but sounds like a sniping rifle. The guy falls on the ground. Look to where the gunshot came from. I see long dark blue hair in a ponnietail disapare down the building. Ugh, ofcourse this person is not stupid. I let go of the guy. I hear the body falling to the ground. Why does everything work against me today? I climb down from the roof not taking my normal way home but a way that can confuse someone if anyone's following me they won't find me. After I finally make it home I lock the door and trow myself on the couch. Life sucks.