CHAPTER 1
The night became younger by the minute as I stalked a woman oblivious of her death. My task was simple stalk her for some-days report to the boss and wait for further orders I am an assassin hired by the wealthiest man in the country Mr.Royce. I'm a simple man but not simple enough... I kill people... for a living. Why did I choose to become an assassin? well that's a question best not answered.
I turned into an ally following my victim like a silhouette in the moon light not making a sound. Her sudden movement surprised me as she changed her course and headed towards a graveyard. She may have come to visit a dear one but what troubled me was why at this hour of the night... but I quickly pushed away puzzled thoughts and followed her as this would be the perfect place to commit a murder and come off clean... and maybe who knows if she's not much of a fighter and I finish the job fast enough maybe I could grab a beer on my way back home.
She stopped at a gravestone and knelt to her knees...I could see her sobbing. Her auburn hair perfectly framed her slightly oval face and contrasted with her fair skin and deep oceanic eyes glassy with tears and filled with compassion and grief. Just for a brief second my heart skipped a beat as her grief and compassion filled eyes turned to agony, pain , and instead of deep oceans I now saw flames burning in her eyes...I quickly hid behind an old overgrown tree as she turned and faced the direction where I was standing a few minutes ago.
The tree I was standing behind felt smaller and narrower as she spoke the words in her compelling, young, yet dangerous voice "It is you...I have been waiting for you...I wondered when you were coming to kill me". I almost stumbled but gained control how could've she known I was coming she was the one who was supposed to be oblivious of my presence not me of what she knows.My confusion took over me and instead of killing her then and there I asked her "How did you know I was coming to kill you" she looked at me and smirked "Assassins these days... so sloppy with the trail they leave behind" her mocking attitude surprised me and made me go over all the details and come up with only one solution either she was stalling me away from my task or she knew something I didn't... because there is no way else she could've found out as I am the most efficient assassin in the country and leave no trails for anyone to follow.
I walked closer to her and searched her eyes but found not even a speck of fear in them... she spoke with confidence "Don't you want to know why you were in-particular hired to kill me... they could've hired someone else couldn't they." that was not a question but was a simple sentence a simple sentence that streamed a dozen thoughts in my mind like who she was? why do I have to kill her? how does she know me ? why isn't she running? in a Millie-second she had flooded my mind with thoughts I never had before. I never asked myself why I was killing a person just killed them as part of completing the job ... but this time... it was different ...killing her somehow felt wrong...
I agreed not to kill her and she agreed to meet me at a cafe public enough so I wont attempt to kill her.I went home but could not sleep as her words rang in my mind. I waited for 8 AM and as soon as my alarm rang I got up wore my favourite coat and hurried to meet her. She was in a red dress and black coat... we gave each other looks of distrust and sat at a round table at the farthest of corners and ordered coffee. She began and told me how she knew a deep secret about Mr.Royce and how he wanted to finish the people who knew the truth... I stopped her and asked "so what is this got to do with me your the one with one foot hanging in your grave not me." then she said something that caught me off-guard..."he wants to get me killed so that I wont be able to tell the truth... the truth that will awaken his most feared enemy... YOU"
I almost lost grip on my cup but managed to keep my cool. I asked her " How can I be his feared enemy if I'm the one working for him? your lying should've killed you when I had the chance" she replied in a calm and compelling voice "you still can kill me any time of the day its your choice but at-least hear me out once..." I stayed silent but stiff and ready to pull the trigger at any moment.
she continued... "He fears you because..." she hesitated for a moment... "because he's the reason you ended up in an orphanage..." my silence grew so she continued " he fears if I told you that he killed your parents you will go after him and succeed in killing him..." I cut her off in the middle and asked "who are you and how do you know this ?" her reply was almost a whisper " I am a homicide detective your parents case was handled by me even though we knew Mr.Royce was the murderer we couldn't do much damage because of his power and status... but now I don't need to case a file or sit idly behind helplessly watching that filthy criminal terrorize my city and get away with it... now... you can take revenge and I can help you take it ..." she looked at me with hope and rage at the same-time ... I spoke full of anger, "He will pay for his sins I will kill him but first... I need to make him suffer..." her eyes shown with lust for revenge and I myself felt that now I have a purpose to live for a goal to reach a target ... to KILL..
Chapter 2.
When I had agreed to meet her i had no idea that the conversation would take such an unexpected turn ... when my parents died i was just a 15 year old boy who was confused and full of sorrow ... A lost boy who had no home anymore. I ended up in an orphanage with bad food and grey walls like a prison made for lost homeless children ... Mr Royce bailed me out freed me from that miserable life ... trained me and gave me work i trust him more than anything but ... is he really worth of- my ... trust!
If Brittany was right about my parents and Mr Royce then I am left at another point in life where I am lost . How can I devise a plan against the man who saved me without proof ... I can't just plan to lay him six feet under without being perfectly completely sure about Brittany's so called "truth".
That night I slept restlessly having dreams about my parents and nightmares about Mr Royce . What should I do who should I ask for help ... I have no one !
I woke up suddenly with beads of sweat on my forehead I searched the room for any
"Monsters" ... yes even though I am an assassin I have my fears my phobias like any other individual ... I fear the monsters that longer in our minds not the ones that stay under our
