A Hitwoman's Tale

My Beginning

The date was October 26th, 1901, which is also known as my birthday. My father, William Anderson was ecstatic, he wanted a child ever since he got married to my mother, Clara Dwight Anderson. Now that dream was arriving on this day.

On a stormy night in London, England, the time was 12:00 midnight, my mother was 6 hours in labour and she felt no end to the endless waves of pain coursing through her nerves. My father was right at her side, waiting patiently for his daughter to arrive.

Finally, 35 minutes after midnight my mother felt a wave of relief wash over her as she held her healthy baby girl in her arms.
"What shall we call her?" My mother asked, completely exhausted from the events that let up to this exact moment.
"How about Evelyn, my love?" My father suggested in a calm and collected tone.
"That sounds beautiful, Will. We shall call her, Evelyn." My mother breathed out as she cradles my small form in her arms, excited for the life I will lead.
"She'll be one hell of a woman one day." My father comments, grazing a finger against my small cheek.
The nurse swaddles my small form in soft, plush blankets as my parents look in each other's eyes, absolutely excited to raise their newborn daughter.

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A day passes and my parents step through the door, slowly showing me around the place that I will call my humble home for the rest of my life.

My mother leans in to kiss my father sweetly. They pull away after a few seconds and smile at each other, they then look at my sleeping form with pure joy. "Will, is the room prepared?" My mother asks with a sweet tone.
"Just come up the stairs darling, it's right next to our room so we can easily check on her." My father smiles and leads her up the stairs to a forest green room, the cradle sits near a wall next to a small dresser filled to the brim with baby clothes and mostly dresses for myself and a bookshelf with storybooks littering the shelves.
"How does it look darling?" My father asks as my mother stands in awe of how wonderful the room looked. "Absolutely stunning Will. You really overdid it." She sets me down in the small cradle, smiling at my peaceful state. My father leans over the cradle and smiles as well.
"We're going to be one Hell of a family." My father comments.
"Yes. We are." They smile as I shift in my sleep.
"Say...do you have any 'jobs' tonight?" She asks as my father looks towards her with a small smirk.
"Well Clara, I can delay the 'jobs' until a later date," My father kisses the top of her head.
"We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. We should get some rest."
My mother nods in agreement and they both head for the door and turn out the light. "Good night my darling. Sweet dreams." They both say softly in unison as they close the door and head to bed themselves.

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Author's Note: Thanks for reading this chapter of 'A Hitwoman's Tale'! I hope you enjoyed! Sorry if this chapter us short.
The next chapter will be a small snippet of Evelyn's childhood, then going to her teenage years leading up to her training to become a hitwoman.

This story is going to be the backstory for my oc Evelyn Anderson, a hitwoman for hire that lives in the 1920s.
Side note: This story will contain some gore and violence so you have been warned about that.