The Blizzard In Our Minds

01

Mumbling.
A voice.
A person?
No, more that one.
Down the hallway?
There shouldn't be anyone, Mai thought. Everyone should be at the Gala. Mai made a grimace. This wasn't how she had planned it. But well, what in life goes according the plan? But Mai wasn't allowed to mess this up if she liked her life. She had to improvise or it wouldn't only end with failing but with her very last breath and moment to live.
Not to mention that it wouldn't be much of a loss for her but being killed by him was worse than dying itself. It would be a worthless death and that, the superior feeling and satisfaction of it, she would not give to him.
All Mai had to do was shut down the leader of a problematic little group. She gulped. Killing the leader. Easy. Really easy..., Mai thought. If this Mission would succeed she would officially be part of the irons like her brother. You would think that her father would atleast be so considerate and just let his children join without getting themselves into deadly Situations, or keep them away from this community as far as possible but no, that asshole of reproducer does not give a single fuck about us. He even found pleasur in seeing them suffer.

She dreaded this day for so long. She didn't really want to be in a society assosiated with such things as the illegal organization her Father led. Her father hid the true nature of organization under a funarel service but it was nothing better then those mafia cartels you heard of in the news. She wasn't as cruel and bad as he and his little underlings were and she certainly did not choose to live like this. She knew not all of them were entirely bad but enough were. Some of them had the most disturbing minds. They killed for fun and with such a blood lust that you wouldn't want to provoke them. That differentiated herself from them.
She killed to survive.
Be it the poor rabbits, foxes and deers that she was forced to murder with her own hands as preparation to hitting moving objects with bullets, on one of their 'hunting' trips or humans themselves. Memories flashed her mind.

Her cold breath formed little white clouds. Her small hands and feet were numb from the cold. >>I want to go home.<<, she whined. Mai wasn't even 6 years old. A big hand touched her blond hair.

>>See over there? If you Hit the deer we will go home.<<

Her stomach turned. Why must she harm this innocent animal? But she has been outside for almost the whole day without food. She wasn't sure he would take her home if she refused. No. Knew he wouldn't. The Man handed her a gun and place it between her trembling hands. It felt hot in her hands. Burning. Wrong.
>>Careful and quite. Keep your arms steady and focus. Now aim.<< the sturdy voice demanded. Mai's hands trembled as she felt for the trigger.  >>Now shoot!<< 

The sound of footsteps brought her back to reality. She peeked around the corner and her muscles tensed. Three Men aporoched her location. Unaware of her person. >>Alright.<< she wisphered. She only had to get to the head office which was around 200m infront of her. It was stationed in an old office building in a corner of Onwell. Onwell was a big City in Rogan, which was known for it's gang life and beautiful lakes. It was also the City Mai was born in.
Sweat started forming on her forhead and she wiped it away with the back of her gloved hand. All of her muscles were now so tense that it ached. If she failed, her body would end up somewhere that didn't even slightly resemble a grave. The footsteps came closer to her location. She fumbled for her gun and the cold metal that touched her glove felt like it didn't belong there. She must've been starry-eyed to have thought that Gilbert wouldn't take any pre-cautions. Just breathe, She tried to calm herself as much as she could in this situation but holy fuck she was anxious. As she took a deep breath, she counted.