Falling for the Enemy || Captain America || Book 1

Chapter 18: The Truth

“You think you know me Captain? You really think you know why I do the things I do? Do you honestly think you know everything about me? What I do? How I do it? Why I do it? It’s in my blood and it’s something I can never get rid of. It’s one of the many burdens I carry. You probably don’t care about that though; don’t care about my burdens or me at all. All you want to hear is my sympathetic backstory. Fine, I’ll tell you it but if I see even a sliver or pity in those eyes of yours so help me god I will slit your throat. By the way, you must understand everything I’ve ever told you about my past before now was probably a lie so listen carefully if you want the REAL backstory.

“It all started where everyone starts I guess, being born. Even being born caused my family problems. I wasn’t an accident, at first I was but then when my father found out he was ecstatic. Mum soon joined him on that roller coaster as well. That is, until she died during child birth; my own birth. My own dad was so grieve stricken that he abandoned me, just…. left. I know I said he died from drug over dose or alcohol poisoning, whatever kind of lie I told you back in the cell but I said that because I am ashamed of who he is.

“Although, I could barely open my eyes at that point because well I was just born so I never saw their faces, ever. At first I thought that was a horrible thing, not knowing who they were or what they looked like. Now, I kind of wish I didn’t find out. I was instantly placed in a nursery along with other abandoned babies. It was in an orphanage out in the country, filled with nuns. Huh, funny how I was raised by nuns yet turned out to be an assassin, a killer. Oh well. Anyway, I grew up there for about... five or six years? I don’t know, it’s kind of all a blur. I grew up there with a little girl though, one who is only five months younger than me.

“I’m pretty sure it was the sixth year when the incident happened. A bunch of these… creatures attacked the orphanage. I wasn’t completely useless in combat at that age; I started doing karate, kung Fu, T'ai chi ch'uan, kendo, knife throwing and Chun kuk do at the age of three. I could walk at the age of two and it was always something that interested me. The nuns only paid for karate and kung Fu, I learnt the other martial arts and knife throwing techniques off the internet and from a…. friend of mine. He taught me and paid for lessons only from the very best in the world for quite a few years. He couldn’t each me everything because he wasn’t exactly an expert in being an assassin or martial arts but he knew men who could teach me and then not speak a word to anyone about it. But I’ll say what happened to him later.

“So these creatures attacked the orphanage, I had no idea what they were. They looked…. I don’t know, blue? Like the Na’vi off Avatar. Everywhere they went they destroyed until they found me. Little old me, stuck in a corner. The one up front extended his hand out to me, about to grab me but I had other plans. I dropped my little scared and frightened façade and brought the dagger I had behind my back. I lashed out, removing his hand then throwing it at the eye of the one behind him. Landing my mark, I weave under the punch thrown at me by the third one and jump against the wall, rebounding and seizing the arm of the one who had my dagger embedded in his eye. I swing on his arm and up onto his shoulders, taking the knife out then bringing it across his neck. I shouldn’t really say his, more so it’s. It dropped to the floor in an instant so I quickly rolled forward and dug it into the calf of the one with the missing hand. It fell to its knee so I dug it into its skull, dodging the spear thrown at me by the third. The spear missed me and went into the chest of the one I just killed so it’s better safe than sorry.

“I yanked the knife out of the first one’s skull then go to throw it at the third but the third is shaking and having a… a seizure? I look at it in curiosity then as it collapses to the floor the little girl I became friends with was standing behind it, Taser in hand. I look at her, bewildered but she just smiled at me and said ‘No one kills my friend that easily’ I grinned, walking up to her and replied ‘Thank you but I need to leave’ I moved to leave but the little girl grabbed my wrist, pulling me back and said ‘Not without me you’re not’ I tried to protest but she just said ‘There’s no point in arguing, you’re stuck with me either way’ I rolled my eyes but as much as I tried to fight back the smile, I majorly failed.