They were supppsed to complete a simple mission
They were supposed to bring in the target
They were supposed to be done with everything in only a week.
O N E W O R D
T W O S Y L L A B L E S
N I N E L E T T E R S
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I never believed myself to be dumb. If i did have dumb moments, id hide it very well. I wanted to come off as strong and powerful. To have that natural blood of a leader. But if you think about it, being a leader isn't a genetic thing. Its more of a who has the might type thing. Whos willing to deal with the shit type thing. And i guess that because i was good at masking my feelings and thoughts or i was the only one willing to put up with shit, they made me the leader of my group.
Most leaders took advantage of having the power and complete control over people.
I didnt
I liked that everyone in my group had different opinions and personalities. I liked that everyone in my group didnt always agree on something. Because no matter what, we got the job done.
Yes sometimes, we were unprepared for the future. But at least we were unprepared together.
And sure we had parts in our lives where nothing turns out the way all of us expected it to be
You know that moment when you think you have your whole life figured out, and then something life changing happens. And everything you had planned starts crashing down?
Yeah me neither
But i did live a life, where i thought i knew everything. I was a know it all, as you would say. I thought i could predict everyone's every move. And it was very rare when i appeared shocked.
Well i mean i get shocked pretty easily but it was rare when id let it show
So you can imagine my face when he said
"Rouge"
And no guys, my name isnt rouge.
Or magenta.
It took me some time to process exactly what he said
My hand striked against his face. So quick, he didnt know what hit him.
It was my hand of course.
As his face whipped to the side, I glared. "It's red!" I angrily yelled. I circled slowly around him, taunting him. Daring him to correct me.
He groaned.
"No, it's rouge. I remember when you went missing in your home town, Killington"
I stopped in the midst of my taunt. My eyes widened slightly, but not enough to indicate i was shocked.
Although i was.
Now all sorts of thoughts were zooming inside my head
He knew where i lived? Well where i use to live. Hell i didnt even know where i use to live.
Breen looked at me with a worried face, her eyebrows were scrunched and her mouth partly agaped.
He knew my family
"And who were you to her" Breen questioned, slightly jerking her head towards me.
His lips grew into a lustful smile, as if the memories were quite pleasurable.
"I was her teacher, in seventh grade" he said, chewing his lip. "I use to drop things so she could pick it up for me. I loved to see her bent over"
A look of disgust spreaded on Breens face. She punched him in the stomach.
"You're a disgusting bitch. You're sick!, i cant believe you would look at one of your students in that way"she angrily spat at him.
"Oh sweetie, i looked at all of them that way" he whispered. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as if recalling the memories turned him on.
But i knew he was getting off over how angry breen looked. He loved to see his victims angry. Almost as much as he loved to see his victims winning. He wanted a challenge, and Breen was his challenge.
As much as he knew he'd die, he was getting a hard on (or a boner as you'd put it) because three females had him at his near death.
But He didnt think we had the balls to hurt him
Well he was wrong
Breen let out an fustrated growl, letting out words, even your grandma wouldnt know and started hitting him repeatedly.
In the groin
Meanwhile i was silent. I always came off as strong but so many thoughts were rushing through my head. I could finally figure out how i ended up at the agency. I could finally have parents.
I wanted to know more
"What were their names" I questioned, cutting Breen of from her rant My eyes, squinted at him, but i continued to stare at hime even more. My main goal was to tell if he was lying.
He fidgeted
Although i was curious, i was also angry.
"Who names?" He asked, nervously smiling. Although the lights were flashing, i could still tell he was scared.
He was seriously pissing me off
Before i could react badly, Breen fist connected with his jaw. Socking him hard, almost making his head go limp.He let out a string of curses.
"Bitch, you know what the fuck she's talking about"
His eyes glanced worriedly around us, he knew something terrible was bound to happen to him.
When his eyes caught lilac playing with her gun quietly, he knew his death was soon.
"Please tell my children i love them" he whispered, a tear sliding down his sun tanned cheek.
He didnt know anything about my family..
He lied.
That stupid bitchass, DISGUSTING rapist, most likely on drugs and cheating on his wife, motherfucking whore had lied
He was never my teacher, he never knew my family. He was still perverted though.
All he knew was that the three girls with colored hair, were orphans with no memories.
And he used that to his advantage.
And i let myself BELIEVE it all
I glanced away from them, not only dissapointed that he lied, but dissapointed in myself for giving in to false hope.
Lilac let out a quiet chuckle, aiming the gun at his head.
"Ill also tell them you loved fourteen year old's" she said with a small smile. "But dont worry, you'll see them soon".
The gun moved down, directly in front of his chest.
"I'll let them know it was a very heartfelt message"
