Love, Your Assassin.

The Grey Orbs

"She wore a troubled past like wings-
she had been through hell,
and though no one could see her demons,
they could see the face that conquered them." ~Atticus~

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"Ughhh...my head hurts." I sat up, groaning in pain.

"Huh! Thank God you're awake."

"Really? You're thanking God? I thought you'd be pleasured." I said with clenched teeth. My head actually hurt pretty bad.

"Hehe. Funny!" Jason rolled his eyes.

We were in an isolated room. Everything seemed silent, as if everything was mourning the death of a loved one.

"Water... I need water." I spoke, i still wasn't able to talk properly. I touched the sore I had developed on the right side of my head

"Ow!"

"Here you go." He handed me a glass of water. The water was ice cold. I emptied the contents down my throat.

"Mr. Billionaire seemed to have a peaceful scowl on his death face."
I chuckled at his remark, and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"What about Mr. Luciano? Have you informed him that his friend has been sent to the other world?" I added dramatically.

"Don't worry, have sorted all that."

My stomach ached, bile was rising in my throat. I still felt nausiatic. Now i was used to it, really. Having those headaches and blackouts, even Jason knew about them. Ever since I turned eighteen, I had been having these blackouts right at the moments when they are the last thing you want. Its been 7 years now, and I still have no idea what they are and how to get rid of them. They come, I faint and then i wake up. That's all I know.

"You know, you can stop doing all this." Jason placed the glass on the coffee table.

"What? What thing?"

"The killing, you know."

I let out a sarcastic laugh. "You kiddin' or what? We never talked about this..and you know pretty well, that no one has forced me to do this. I do it because I want to."

Ever since I met him, he became my only best friend, my other half. We both had the same dark hearts, we were lost souls, until we met eachother, I was only seventeen then. We went to a fighting academy together. We learnt so much from there. We wanted to fight, to defend ourselves from darkness and all the evil in the world, and all along forgot the rules, and, ourselves, become what we were running from.

He was broken just like me. He just had a mother who didn't care what he did or where he was. Spending the nights at work and mornings just sleeping in her own fairytale world. His father left them a long time ago.

How no one paid heed to who we were, like we were some trash, and now the president and the king are ready to offer us their billions to do their dirty work. Who knew that in the race to keep evil off our shoulders, it would enclose us in its tight embrace, not letting us escape.

"Huh!" He sighed, a sigh of pain or reliefe, maybe, and passed a hand through his glossy hair.

I remember the day i met him, how he showed me light when around me was darkness. It was so pitch black that I feared I could lose myself in that darkness. It could engulf me in its long, dark arms. It enveloped me like a mother envelopes a child, but not with the warmth, but the opposite of warmth. Cold. It was very cold.
 
My parents died 17 years ago. Died in a car crash, as I've been told. That's all I know,  everything before that seems like a black canvas, my mind has not a single notion of life when they were alive. I was left alone and then some one took me to the orphanage and they decided to send all the orphans to school and bla bla.