Assassin From Hell

~33.Kiss The Bullet Goodbye~

Scarlet

"So how does it feel to have the roles switched?" I asked with no pity or sincerity while glaring at the man who caused me pain for twenty years. I sat sideways with my legs drooping over the right side arm rest while Johnathon's wrist hung from the shackles that is latched him onto. The entire process felt amazing and almost reviving in that manner but I knew thinking like this would make me a sinister person.

   "How does it feel to finally become what you've been destined to be? A monster," he piped up with a smug grin played across his wrinkled features.

"That is where you're wrong," I smoothly say with keeping my cold irises onto him. "I'm not the monster. It's you. You are the one who has killed the innocent people, you are the one who has forced little child to become assassins against their will, you are the one who has taken those same children from their families, you are the killer, you are the one who shot a bullet into my mother's head, you are the one who killed Donovan and Chris, you are the one who has been a terrible person, you are the one who had been a shit father to your own biological son," I screamed with unknown tears streaming down my face. "You made me The Assassin From Hell. You've made me join you into your own world while you neglected your only son and wife," I whispered while his mouth had hung slightly ajar in the air.

   Alexander

It was now my turn to deal with him. Scarlet had come into the interrogation room earlier with him but I haven't seen her since then. My loud nervous foot steps echoed through the hall as I made my way to the cellar. I took in a long and deep breath before I proceeded into he music I was about to face.

There in front of me held Johnathon from his shackles with his head hung low as if he had been defeated. I loudly shut the door, making my presence known to him. In response his head jerked up to mine.

"Twenty two years. Twenty two damn years since I've seen you look like an actual human being," I remarked while he blankly stared at me.

"I've raised you better than to speak to me like that boy," he scolded.

"You didn't raise me at all. In fact, you were too busy trying to ruin your own blood than trying to love them," I sadly reminded him. My eyes were stone and hard as I thought about the times I didn't have an actual father. "The day you left me and Mom had made me think the worst of you. But now, I've grown up to the fact that you were never a part of my family."

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Today was momma's birthday. I went to her favorite flower garden to pick her some flowers since she always tells me that she loves flowers a lot. I had picked red roses and other colorful flowers so she could be happy for her birthday.

I skipped to her room door and knocked loudly. Momma opened the door with a bright smile when she saw me and the flowers.

"Happy birthday Mommy," I praised loudly while throwing my small arms around her.

"Thank you my sweet son," she thanked while returning her comforting embrace.

"Look Momma I picked colorful flowers for your birthday," I cheered for her while handing them into her hands. A sad smile spread across her face as he lightly grasped the flowers.

"At least you remembered my small Alex," she said in despair while looking down.

"Dad didn't tell you happy birthday Momma?" I asked with disbelief.

She silently shook her head. Then, she picked me up gracefully and hugged me. She then started to pepper my face with lit and affectionate kisses while I giggled in her arms.