Assassin From Hell

~25.As If A Bucket Of Cold Water Was Dumped On My Face~

Scarlet

My entire sense of feeling has been numb ever since I shot Chris in the head. The sound of the gun blast was branded into my memory forever, not being able to forget it until the day I die. It was as if time had stopped right when the bullet was just about to hit him. The both of us made eye contact, the pained look in the eyes that have stung in the heart with a bittersweet emotion. He will now find peace but I never thought I would be the one to take the life of a brother.

My explanation to Xander came very slow at first, then I started to bawl out as I struggled to give him details about everything. Even though it hurt, I had told the truth about my name and how I came to be at this eternal paining moment. Sleeping has been a problem for me. The visions of that entire moment constantly replays in my head with all the sounds precise and amplified to emphasize that I killed him. It would be different if it were just a person, but this was my brother, a sibling, my family.

All of us had gone through pain together. The never ending bond of caring for each other and staying alive together through the treacherous things our "father" had put each and every one of us through. We were all bound together and were meant to stay together even through death.

   Yet I have blood on my hands for going against my family.

   It has been a day and a half after everything that had happened. Leona and Teresa were quite heartbroken when they've heard of my past. I had to tell them since holding in list were not beneficial to anyone at all. Me of all people would know that for sure. The memory of how it all went down left me in pieces when I saw the looks on their faces.

"Scarlet, are you okay?" Xander had asked me while putting his car in park. The new name I had called him had just stuck ever since I first acknowledged him as that.

He knew I wasn't okay. It was obviously written all over my now lifeless face. My head was still down, my eyes trained on my bare knees.

"Scarlet?" He asks softly as he gently places his warm hand on my shoulder.

"I'm going to tell Leona and Teresa everything from the beginning." I blurt out quickly and opened the door to get out of the car. I was already nearing the front doors of the mansion because of my fast pace so I didn't have to hear what he would say.

Before I could even place a steady hand on the door, my wrist was clamped by a large hand. My back was facing him yet I could practically see the hurt in his eyes.

"Are you sure?" He still asks with the same soft and gentle tone.

I nod my head, not wanting anything to slip out of my mouth before the tears would fall out. He let go which gave me the cue to head inside. Leona and Teresa were just coming down one of the grand spiral staircases which was very convenient for me. Their smiles quickly vanished from their faces as soon as their eyes landed on me and was replaced with a more concerned one.

   "Diana what's wrong?" Teresa asked while making her way down the marble steps with Leona in tow.

   My head was faced towards the ground, not wanting to bare their eyes when I tell them the truth.

   "My name isn't Diana Stone." I say softly with nervousness dripping from my voice. "It's Scarlet Adams."

   Teresa let out a gasp and her eyes widened while I didn't hear Leona say anything.

   My eyes disappointed eyes were trained on the white marble as I continued. "I had been under Johnathon Reynolds' Assassin agency since I was a child." I forced out of my dread filled mouth. Tearing my eyes off of the ground, I see Teresa starting to cry with Leona having a comforting hand on her shoulder. Her expression was grim and her mouth into a thin line, not knowing what to say but her eyes spoke for her. Those familiar eyes that I would tell jokes with and do other things like sisters would were replaced with cold hard orbs staring straight back at me.

   I didn't notice that my hands were shaking until Xander interlocked his comforting hand with mine. There was a dead uncomfortable silence seeping into the air. The amount of tension in all four of us was obvious to about anyone.

   "Why are you here?" Leona spat. Her tone was equivalent to getting slapped in the face with rings on all fingers.

   "All my life, I've been ignorant to the lives that you all have had. I was trained to be some killing machine. But then I met all of you and I realized that the man somehow getting really young kids to be future assassins is wrong. You all have showed me what it's like to actually have a family." My voice cracked, letting everyone know I was about to cry as well. "Now, the reason I came here was to bring down Xander's gang and give the information to Johnathon." I felt Xander's grip tense up at the mention of him and his gang. "But then I realized that he wasn't a good person and now I'm rebelling against him."

    I take in a deep breath before continuing. "I'm sorry for lying to the both of you. You guys mean a lot to me and I can't stand the thought of holding the truth back anymore."

   Leona takes a few steps forward to level her stance in front of me. Her eyes eyes are reflected back to me. Brown to grey. I was so focused on her eyes that I almost didn't notice her bring up her hand and slap me across the cheek. Due to my reflexes, I could've stopped it from happening, yet I let her keep going.

A burning a stinging sensation was now aching from where her hand had made contact with my pale skin. I could feel that part of my skin burn a fleshy red color.

   After that, everything happened in slow motion. Leona simply turned on her heels and walked away while Xander yelled after her. Teresa fled while streaks of tears flowed down her angelic face. With me being left alone, I just sprinted to my room, not even faltering in my steps that some people were giving me looks.

   Looking back at my previous actions from the day before, I realize that I was wrong for not going after Xander. I haven't seen him since yesterday which was a little frightening since I don't even know what he has done.

   A soft knock on my wooden door awakened me from my thoughts and brought me back to reality.

   Dragging my feet towards the door, I open the cold brass handle to see Teresa and  the same man I ran into next to her that may be her husband due to the fact that they were holding hands and both had wedding rings. Teresa had some bags under her eyes with a small amount of redness around her face. Her husband looked even worse if I should say. Surrounded by his blue orbs were red puffy eyes and an enormous amount of bags. His expression was very grim and stiff, as if he were trying to hold something back from being said out loud.

"Teresa?" I ask, unsure with what the hell was going on.

   "Can we talk to you about something?" Teresa blurts out with an obvious nervous tone in her voice.

   "Sure." I awkwardly respond, "Come inside." I gesture while I finish.

Teresa takes a seat on the small couch with her husband following suit. I trail behind the both of them and smooth out my skirt before sitting down the the love seat next to the couch.

Her husband cleared his throat, his sky blue eyes shined from the reflection of the light.

   "Scarlet, there has something the both of us have been keeping from you." Teresa small fragile voice informed. It seemed like she was trying to adjust to her real name since it seemed so foreign on her tongue.

   My lips formed into a thin line as I tried to keep my mouth shut. My heart pounded a little faster than normal.

   Teresa's head turned towards her husband, the very same man who has barely uttered a single word since I let him in.

   "My name is Nicholas or Nick." He said with an extended hand and shaky tone. "Nick Jacob Adams, your biological father."

   Cliff hanger!! I'm sorry please don't hate me lol. Anyways happy Valentine's Day if it is the 14th for anyone still.

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