Torn Between Blue And Grey

It was just a target!!

For this chapter , i suggest you listen to these songs on your playlist..
Good enough-by jussie smollet
Perfect- by khalid
Heartless- the weekend

It's amazing how your life can spiral so fast in a time of 3 years. Life's too short people stop thinking twice and live it!!
Taking me for example, i was 15 in highschool only worrying about teenage things, like getting through school and listening to excruciating boring lessons, trying to balance the attention of dating the hottest boy in my school and hanging out with my bestfriend..

Now I'm 18, and my worry is getting a job done and trying not die whiles at it.

I rolled out of bed looking like shrek's bride and grudgingly began wondering about the room, showering, getting dressed and of course my normal routine, waking up Dan. I flung on a pair of black sweatpants and a white v-neck top.. My black frizzy hair was always standing in all direction and today was no different.
Everyday I look in the mirror and regret it. Regret not staying for dinner, not kissing them goodbye,not taunting my brother before leaving the house. So now i just live with the fact that it's done but I'll get my revenge..
I arrange my hair and grabbed my backpack, leaving my jacket today and just made my way downstairs to the kitchen. I see pops drinking whatever and reading some files, whiles sitting on the chair by the counter table and Dan is busy chugging down juice from the carton..
"Pig" i snorted,shaking my head.

"Hey" i say to them..
"Alexandra, Good morning" and i think we all know who acts formal in this house..
"You're home" i said lowing my voice. Dan noticed and stopped drinking to give me a warning eye and me being ....well me, i ignored..
"Yes and i have a job for you to carry out before leaving for school" he said.

I checked the time : " it's 7:30" i drawl.
"Exactly, she would be home, now get going" he spoke and passed the file to where I'm standing.. I looked over to Dan and turned back to pops
"He's not coming?" I asked.
"No" he simply voiced out..
"Right" i thought bitterly.

I took the file and went upstairs to take back my Walther P99 pistol and a knife blade, then ran downstairs took the keys to the wagon and drove out..

***

I leaned back on the couch and put my legs on the center table to get comfortable. The table was covered in folders and files and kid drawings and I'm assuming the files had all her works in them.
The current target's name was Stacy.E. Godman, she was 36 years old, divorced and lives in a flat with two kids. I was currently in the living room waiting for the lady herself to grace me with her appearance so i can do my job and get back to school..

It's an easy job or so i thought...
Go to her house and take her out.
The target was a lecturer and scientist. I know what you're thinking, she sounds plain and boring right! So why is she a target to Pops?.

Well you see turns out, the target not only does she use her skills and knowledge about science at college but in her extra time makes bombs large enough to take out a town and well she's so good at it, that suicide bombers contacts her frequently for c4 explosives and pays a lot of cash to wipe out people..

Getting into her house was way too easy and boring really. I mean for someone who is a scientist and a genius, she is stupid when it comes to locking her doors..
I heard footsteps walking down the stairs and approaching the living room.. I kept my eyes on the files in front of me looking at her highest sales. From the corner of my eyes, i saw her freezing at the spot as her eyes landed on me. I stood up to face her and the blood drained from my face.. God this is not happening right now..

It's Jason's mum.. I recoil a little from my shock state and got rid of any emotion sipping it's way to my face.
I see her eyes glisten over in fear and she glances up the stairs, not to run but checking that no one was coming down. Jason must be in school, so.....
My memory resurfaced to the file saying two kids and her name..
Of course she chose a fake name and picture on her profile..
Shit!! I cursed out in my head..

"W-wh--who are you?" She stutters..
"Does it really matter.. I ask her it's not like you knowing my name will change anything but if u insist,Alex" i stated cold..

"Please take anything you want and leave" she pleads, her eyes leaving me and wandering up the stairs..

"I'm not a burglar, i have much more class than that" I state..

"Then what do you want" she almost yells..

"Ahh well you see what i want Ella, is to go back to my old life but you can't always get what you want" i muse, the corner of my mouth tugging up.
"But what i mostly want now is peace and for me to get that i have to get rid of people who sell bombs to bad people".. I say, my voice low and threatening..

Her eyes widen at my words, quivering that i know her real name and spare time job.. She swallows hard " look, i had to, I'm going to lose my job" she explains frantically..
I cock my head in fake interest as she carries on explaining.
I raise my finger to silence her as i was getting bored of her explanations.
"You should have done something less evil than trying to wipe out innocent lives" i said shaking my head.
"I had to..."
I cut her off again, raising my eyebrows warningly..she doesn't even remember me again..

She finally realizes trying to reason with me is like finding a needle in a haystack. She resorts to planB, trying to swing her arm back and punch me.
I see it coming and duck quickly .. Bless my quick reflex.
Grabbing her head, i banged her hard on the wall behind her. She lets out a cry of pain from the impact falling on the bottom stairs..

"Please..don't do this i have a family" she begs.. I sigh deeply, fed up now. If only i had a heart for pity..
"You're to blame dear" and with that i aimed the gun at the crying mess she was on the floor..her eyes widened in horror and she whimpered..
"Please....Please"
I shrugged pointed the pistol aiming straight for the head and pressed the trigger. Blood pouring out of the hole in her forehead and eyes opened looking at the ceiling..

*Target - Eliminated*

I put the safety back on the gun and tucked it back into my sweatpants. I stepped over her body making sure to avoid the blood that was rapidly spreading on the floor. If that shit gets on my white sneakers, it will be a mission itself to clean and believe me, i have plenty experience trying to wash blood out of shoes and clothes,it is not easy..

I grab the files from the table for pops. He would probably bitch slap me if i left it here for anyone else to get their hands on it.. Not bothering to glance at the body twice, the agency will clean that up in the next 30 minutes..
I made my way to the front door to leave. I froze as i spotted a small figure crouched at the bottom of the steps crying. I turned to look properly and see a young girl around five years. This must be why she kept glancing to make sure no one was coming downstairs.. She had a daughter, Jason has a fucking sister.
I see her crying and i feel nothing even though i just killed her mum and a woman i once knew as loving and kind, i felt nothing, no sympathy or guilt that i had just tore this girl and Jason from their mother..
"Mummy wake up" she cries..
"Mummy's dead kid" i tell her in a monotone voice..
Her lips begin to quiver again and her eyes widen at my words and even now i feel absolutely nothing..

I turned my back to the crying, mourning girl and walked out of the target's house..

At the end of the day, she wasn't a mother, or a woman thinking of her children..

She was just a target, that's all that was...

#phew#.. My longest chapter yet and as promised i delivered..
This chapter got me emotional...
How about you??
See you soon ❤❤
Please don't forget to voteee!!!
Xoxo