Love Kills

Prologue

Just a fun story. It's not edited and I'm grateful that you even considered reading this. Thank You!

Prologue

I was molded to become an assassin once I left my mother's womb. It would only make sense since my family comes from a line of well-known assassins who work for the government. I am the eighth generation. I am Trinity Faith Walken, twenty-years-old. Not only do I come from a line of assassins but, I come from a wealthy family with a prosperous international business.

Growing up, it was hard to be like all the girls my age. I was so different. The only thing I knew was to kill. I lived, ate, and breathed as an assassin. Cautious, observant, stealthy, cunning, and to be a ruthless fighter were all characteristics of being an assassin. On top of that, we had to be able to mask our emotions, and let our instincts guide us. I met all the qualifications and exceeded some which led me to become one of the best assassins in my family. I was only ten when I got assigned to my first mission, and it went by without a hitch. It was also around that time that I figured out my undercover name: Rose. According to my family, the name suited me since a rose was beautiful to look at but, it was dangerous to get to close in fear it would be hurt by the thorns. Throughout the years, I became very well-known. Constantly was I requested and recommended to take on missions for more than 10 years, I started to question myself I had been doing this job for too long and I had felt like my humanity was slipping away from my grasp. I was proud, and loved what I did, but I just could not help feel incomplete. Something was missing in my life and I wanted to venture out of the world of assassination and into something new. Something that can make me evolve and fill that emptiness.

After weeks of deliberation, I decided I didn't want to keep going like this; I wanted to change some things.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T WANT TO BE AN ASSASSIN? You're the best one we have! I will not let you leave! It's part of our family tradition." My father bellowed at me. I examine him, he's gotten older I feel from the last time I saw him but I can always feel that childlike energy around him even though he is in his late forties. But, you can tell his age is catching up with him due to his slightly graying brown hair and his wrinkly brown eyes that are currently filled with anger. I sigh loudly making him set his thin lips in a grim line and his crooked nose starts flaring. He looks like a scary man ready to explode right now but I think nothing of it. He's a big softy and a daddy's girl through and through. I know he will eventually crack but this type of thing might take some time. I'm dumping big news on him after all.

"Dad, plea-" I plead but he cuts me off.

"NO! NO! NO!"

"Don't be stubborn. Hear me out, please!" I say after a couple of minutes of him throwing a mild tantrum. Finally, he nods stiffly, so I continue talking, "dad, I know that this is the family tradition, but I just feel like something in my life is missing. I love what I do. But, I've missed out on so much in my life that I want to take some back and experience it. My friends that are also assassins have at least experienced a normal life, but they aren't as restricted as me because our family is different. I just want to be normal for a little." I broke towards the end. Tears had started forming in my eyes and I could not let my father see them so look down at the ground. I don't want him to see the tears fall plus i rarely cried so i didn't really know what to do.

"Trin..." He says my nickname sadly. I don't think he'll give me the chance and I feel my tears fall. "Don't cry..."

"I'm not crying." My voice is steady but my body trembles. I can feel him staring at me, and then I hear a defeated sigh.

"Okay..." I am still looking at the ground, when I feel his big, warm, hand lift my chin. He wipes away my tears. Then I look at his warm brown eyes. "Alright, Trin, alright." A smile spreads across my face knowing what he meant. I hug him tightly.

"BUT..." he trails off. Dang, there's a catch, but I'm happy that he let me go so easily.

"But what?" I ask nervously.

"I will let you go, but you need to understand the responsibilities and precaution we have to take." I nod my head and let him continue. "You will not fully leave our organization. You still have to train, occasionally, go on missions just to make sure you haven't lost your touch, carry the right weapons, and when we really, REALLY need you, you have to accept the mission no matter what. Understand?"

I think it over, and this is pretty much a good deal. I still love being an assassin, and he is letting me be 'normal' so I think this is a win-win.

"Yeah, okay I agree! Thanks, dad! I can't believe this!"

"Neither can I." he murmured. "You know I can't resist you."

"I know." I smile and hug him. Happily leaving him in his office, I brainstorm and prepare myself. What would be my first step to being 'normal'? In my head, the sure fire way to do that was to go back to college. I am only twenty so it would be nice being amongst my peers. That settles it, I'll be stepping in as a senior college student. Smiling now, I just cannot wait for my life to start a new.