"Mafia..?"
We sat huddled by the fire as I continued to tell her tales of the outside world, things of which she'd be interested in. As the day progressed on, pieces of my memory returned to me as I recently came to realisation that I was part of the Mafia.
"Yeah... Though I'm not so sure if I should be telling you this."
"Why not? You told me many things already."
She shuffled closer to me as over the months I've spent with her, she's become more expressive. Seeing such gradual change further my resolve to perhaps make it a usual thing for her. If she were under normal circumstances, I wondered what kind of life she would have lived. A smart child such as her and the curiosity, no doubt, she'd be a renowned researcher.
"Well, let's just say, at times we didn't do things the law abides."
"Like, killing?"
She may have become more expressive, however, her twisted nature still ran through her.
"At times... Though we weren't just going out on streets shooting everyone we see. We had a system and generally, we were well received by the populace."
At least, I think so.
"But then, what happened?"
"...Ehh, well I can't say so for sure..."
I can't remember the everyone's face and generally, I had to do jobs some wouldn't. Perhaps from that, I earned some scorns. Can't say it particularly makes me happy to be betrayed by my lackeys, I guess it tells something of my leadership.
"Thinking back on it, I guess I'm glad they think I'm dead. Once you affiliate yourself with the Mafia, you can't just walk away."
The one who did remember me that day, I recall him recieving a cruel end. Though the specifics I can't be sure about.
"Because, you hold valuable information?"
"...Something like that, I was somewhat his right hand even if we didn't see eye to eye on most matters. He trusted me because he knew I couldn't betray him. Because I owe alot to him, he knew if I did anything that'd slightly resemble disloyalty, I'd be toss off the harbor, with my legs shackled to a cement brick."
Our meeting was rather peculiar as I joined from the bottom, just scurrying across jobs like an insect as I escaped many situations in which I should've died.
"I guess, I had too much pride in me, I couldn't see what others were thinking."
I didn't take the time to think of the repercussions of my actions, I was just living my life to the fullest.
"Hmm..."
As I try to dive further into my memories; or lack there of, not everything has come back to me. Which is why, I'm starting to think I'm forgetting something. Of course, such a thing is obvious but I feel a deep longing for something.
"I have been thinking," switching positions, she sits against my lap as she starts to rock side to side, "Those cigarettes, or cigars, how do they taste?"
"Eh, taste?"
Come to think of it, while I have explained that we had them, should I even be telling this to a child?
"Well, I don't think I should tell-"
She pinches my calves with such strength that I yelp before I could finish my sentence.
"I would be glad, if you didn't treat me like a child."
"Sorry, sorry, but how could I not with these cheeks of yours."
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The Witch and the Lamb
Mystery / Thriller"You'll die if you speak." Said the girl, as she spoke indifferently. It was if the concept of death was but a trifle ordeal to her. However, it wasn't as though she didn't think anything of death, it was because it surrounded her.
