Hunting for Time

Chapter One

"Please! Please let me go! Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" he pleaded. He was blindfolded and bounded. Little did he know, those were the last words he had spoken.

Sasha Hunter cleaned the knife of the blood from slitting his throat and started walking towards her Aston Martin DB9. She took off her leather gloves once she was in the car and waited for the phone call. The ring finally came after 2 minutes past 10pm. She placed her right thumb on the side button, after about 2 seconds, the call was connected.

"Yes it is done. He is for cleanup at dock 5," she said before she hung up and drove home.

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2 years ago…

She was only 15 when it happened. She just got home from school, dismounted her bicycle, rested it against the side of the garage and walked into her house.

"Mum! I am home!" she yelled.

No answer.

She made her way to the kitchen to find her mum lying in a pool of blood. She wanted to scream but nothing came out. She rushed to her mum's side but it was evident she was long gone. Her white dress was soaking up her mother's blood. She called 911, then she called her dad. It kept going to voicemail. The police and ambulance arrived in 10 minutes. She got a ride with the cops to her dad's office. His office door wasn't locked. He was lying face down on his table. He had a gunshot wound to his head. Everything seemed to pass by her so quickly. She couldn’t process what was happening. She was sent back home to stay with Aunt Emma, the neighbour next door. She had no other family to turn to. Both of her grandparents from both sides have been long gone. She had no one now and no money.

After a day, their bodies were released from autopsy. Since she had no money for a proper burial and no other family members to go to, she signed the form to cremate both her parents. She brought back their ashes and placed them above the fireplace. She insisted to stay in the house, though Aunt Emma came by regularly to check up on her and give her food.

Four days after the funeral, she was in the living room, staring at the two urns that held their ashes. The doorbell rang. She opened the door to a huge man in a suit looking down at her.

"Are you Sasha Hunter?" he bellowed.

"Yes?"

He stepped aside to make way for an old man to pass through. He was old but was so distinguished, dignified and one could sense the amount of power he possess. The old man looked at her.

"Sasha, I am your grandfather."

~Sasha~

The three of us were in the living room now. The old man who claimed to be my grandfather was sitting opposite me while his what I assumed to be a very well dressed caretaker was standing next to him.

The old man spoke, "I know this may come as a shock to you but it is true I am your grandfather. I have kept an eye on your family and I am sorry that my daughter was found in the most horrible fashion by you."

He didn’t seem surprised or disturbed by this. His daughter and his son in law were dead and he just said these things as if nothing new has happened.

He kept talking, "I know you don’t have anyone now or any money. So I'd like for you to come and live with me."

"Why did my parents say you were dead?" I asked.

He looked down and then met my eyes. "They wanted to keep you safe, they didn’t want to be a part of our family business so decided to stay away. I don't understand why because the agency keeps us safe."