The Assassin's Story

Prologue

     My family was a happy one, we never did anything bad to anyone they never did anything bad to us.

     My mother, Cassandra Reynolds had slick long straight black hair, that was always in a high ponytail, and green emerald eyes. She always wore a nice top with a sports jacket, with jeans and tennis shoes. Her smile was the most iconic thing about her.

     My father, Jackson Reynolds on the other hand had light brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. He would never dress up not even for a special occasion, it was the same plaid shirts and dark blue, or light blue, worn out jeans.

     And me Diana Reynolds. My parents called me Winter because I was born on December 12. I Had a combination of my mother's hair and father's hair, dark brown or in summer light brown hair, I got my father's chocolate brown eyes, but everyone told me I have my mother's smile.

     I never knew what my parents did for a living, but I was five, what did I care? The last day I saw them was March seventh, 2009. I was in my room playing dolls when they hurriedly barged in and they told me I needed to pack what I wanted to keep, and we would be leaving in five minutes. I thought they were going to surprise me by taking me somewhere fun. But now I can't get the memories out of my head.

     We were zooming down Crook Lane in our sun yellow Ford Mustang. I had no clue why we were but my parents smiled at me like nothing was wrong. I could hear the rumble of a car coming up on our left side. I peaked out my window the best I could.

     I saw a man in a black suit with black sunglasses in a night black car that reminded me of a Transformer. The car and everything dark in the car made the man look paler than he really was. I felt a hand tug hard enough to pull me down so I was sitting in my seat again, but I wouldn't budge. The man looked at me with a stone cold face. I felt his eyes burning into my skull, he pulled from the door of his car a pistol-shaped gun and aimed it towards me.

     Once again the hand pulled me down right as a bullet went straight through the window. I screamed at the top of my lungs, and my mother's voice, a soft one that was almost never raised, but now was worried and scared.

     "Diana, dear, please sit in your seat and don't move, okay."

     "Yes mommy." I said paralyzed to my seat, not knowing what was about to happen.

     The man crashed his bullet proof car into the side of ours. My father tried to keep us on the road but lost control. The car did a barrel roll then landing on its top. My mother unbuckled herself and me, she grabbed the handle on the corner of her seat, and held me in her arms.

     After the car settled and creaked as my father rushed my mother and I out the car. My mother ran with me as fast as she could, which was still pretty fast. I couldn't see my father through the tears forming in my eyes, but I could hear gunshots shooting away from me and my mother. The next thing I knew I was on the ground my mother in front of me she was speaking but I couldn't hear her for some reason. Then I heard what she was saying.

     "Diana, Diana look at me dear, no matter what you need to stay here. That man you saw does not like us. I need to go help daddy," she pulled out a handgun from her jacket sleeve, the gray and black sports jacket that was so familiar, that was one of the only jackets I remember, it held secrets I didn't know about yet. She gave me the last iconic smile I would see from her.

     She pulled off her jacket and placed it on me, she kissed my forehead and placed my bag on the ground next to me. She ran off to help my father just as she said she would.

     I sat there alone wrapped in her jacket listening to the gunshots and yelling. The yelling stopped for a brief second then a scream rose from the silents. I forgot everything my mother said to me grabbed my stuff and ran towards it. I stopped and found a bush, I sat down in it watching. I heard my mother crying.

     "Jackson get up, get up now, she needs us." I looked to where my mother was looking and there I saw my father a bullet in his chest blood coming out of his mouth in a small trickle. The man in all black was right in front of her.

     "Stupid woman, he's dead he can't hear you or you're screams but you're kid can and soon enough she'll come running for mother." He mocked.

     "She's not coming, I told her to run, she's long gone now." My mother said bravely. I looked from my mother to my father lying on the ground. Then my concentration broken by the man's words,

     "If you are right then I will need to go and find her myself, which means there is no use for you." I froze on the spot. I wanted to scream at the man. But no voice broke free from the fear that held it down. Besides, I was five, what could I have done?

     He pointed his gun at her torso. I sat there in the bush horrified, as he pulled the trigger and my mother fell to the ground. Tears poured from my eyes still no sound came out of my mouth. The man walked away into the forests where I had been moments ago.

     Trembling and all I crawled out of the bush. I slowly crawled over to my mother and looked at her. She opened her eyes slightly. She looked at me and said with little strength she had left, "Winter, you need to go or you will be killed too. I can't have that." Tears where dripping out her eyes and I said with little strength

     "There is a first aid kit in the car if I could-" She stopped me there with a shake of her head. I hugged her one last time, she reached for the side of my face and held her hand there. I place my forehead on hers, just like she did when she tucked me in for bed, and cried until her hand slipped and fell with a small thud to the ground and didn't reach for me again.

     I had no idea what to do. I couldn't calm down enough to be silent. Eventually the man in the black suit would come back for his car and find me here. I didn't have any strength to run anymore, I didn't want to hide in a bush either. Somewhere, in my frustration or how much I cried, I found myself laying on the ground, and the area around me getting darker.

     I woke up to a man lifting me off of the ground to my feet. A boy my age was standing behind him, the man looked at me, his face was like the man in the black suit, stone cold. "What is your name, why where you found here?" His voice plan and deep.

     "My name is Diana Reynolds, I was found here because of this," I pointed to the two dead body's being lifted into cars, "they are my mommy and daddy."

     The man was taken aback by my words, even some of the other people who dressed like the man in front of me turned their heads to look at me. The man pulled me in for a hug.

     "I'm so sorry Diana, but did you see them..," he didn't finish before I started shaking my head. Tears forming once again in my eyes.

     "If you are their daughter then you need to know who they really are and why they died." He said still hugging me. "It's time you knew the truth."