The Killjoy Life Vol. 1

Chapter 3

I entered my room after the fight, Richard following me and closing the door behind him. I enter my little bathroom, looking at my reflection in the mirror to see the damage caused by this madness that is life.

"I tried to calm the game for Isis but Schneider is just a dickhead" Richard says as he sits on the end of my bed.

I wish I could of close the bathroom door, I wish I could shut it close with all the strength that is left in my muscles. But I couldn't, there's no door. They kept that freedom from us too.

"I know, thanks" I say as I start to put some healing solution on my left cheek that has cut open from Isis's punch. A buzz echo in the silent room. It was Richard's phone.

"Get in the shower, you have a mission. I give you 7 minutes to get ready" He said before standing up from my bed.

"Yes sir" I answer as my eyes start to fill up with tears. I can't control them, but I can control my voice so that he doesn't catch any weakness in it.

"You know, you can call me Richard when we're together Mary" I can hear him smirk when he spoke those words with softness. So contradictory with his behaviour. He left my bedroom, closing the door behind him.

I let out a loud sigh, putting a hand over my beating heart. The adrenaline wearing out. I turn my fingers against my skin forming a fist over my chest, my knuckles burning again. I have to take back the control of my mind, emotions and body. The countdown has already begun.

I close the bathroom light so that I'm in the dark, I open the shower turning the handle to the left so that the water will come out warm, even burning. I start to take off my clothes that are gluing to my body from all the sweat. I put them in the dirty clothes basket. I can figure out the shower and the toilette with the dim light coming form my bedroom windows. I enter the shower, letting the warm water surround my tired body. I can't let myself relax in the heat, I have to be ready in time. I take the soap in between my hands and move my hands around my skin, feeling all the different scars, some deeper than others, some older than others, some I didn't even know where they came from. Scars running along with the stretch marks on my waist and thighs. But I don't mind my stretch marks much, they were created by my body because it needed to expand, opposite to the battle and experiment scars that came from someone else forcing them, against my will.

I got out of the shower, dry myself quickly before getting back in the bedroom, I open my dresser to take some underwear to wear along with black jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. I put on socks along with my black shoes. I tie my hair up in a messy bun letting my fire red bangs hang above my eyes. The clothes that we have were bought by our master's keeper. So mine were bought by Richard. I'm just glad that he, at least, has some minimum fashion sense.

I got out of my room and start to slowly make my way towards the stairs, since I was two minutes in advance, I try to walk slowly so I can maybe catch up with the other girls.

At that moment, Lisa open her bedroom door and sees me, her green eyes growing wider. She got out and joins me in the hallway.

"Have you seen my sister?" She asks, her tone slightly in panic.

"Yes, she's fine, looks worst than it is" I answer, knowing that she's worring for her little sister. She exhales putting her arm around mine as we walk down the hall. Heads up high as we descend the stairs. We arrive together in the meeting room, where 6 desks are installe facing the front of the room which has a white board. Lisa once told me that it looks like a classroom, but I can't agree nor disagree with her since I never saw a classroom before.

Our keepers are already in the room. Flake is at the front desk working on the computer as always. Till, Schneider and Paul are discussing over some paperwork as Richard and Oli are eying a map that is on the right wall of the room. There's red dots over the map in different countries, from all the missions we've done, this one looks complex.

I sit down at my desk that is up the front left of the room, while Lisa is sitting at the right desk in the back. Soon, the other girls are sitting at there designate desks and soon the presentation of our next mission is starting.

Till explaines that we have to take the information of the national bank in Switzerland, have to rob the nuclear system plan in Russia and kill a rich and influential man in Vienna simultaneously. Meaning that we have to proceed  at the same time.

I can feel Ruby on my right starting to tense up along the words that are escaping from Till's mouth as he keeps on speaking.

My jaw is clench in anger, that's a suicide mission, they are giving their lambs away to the wolf and they don't seem to care at all.

"So! Any questions lovelies?" Till says, his large figure standing straight in front of us with the corner of his mouth lifting upward, somehow smiling. Ruby lifts her hand up, she's doing what none of us are willing to do. But of course, she is, she's Ruby, nothing can stop her.

"We are use to do mission where we are all involve and now you want to send us on three different missions in pairs. We are most likely to fail sir" She tells Till. Her stare still holding some delicacy, she doesn't want to upset him or be against him, she only wants to try to save us, instead of giving up like I'm doing.

"You see Ruby, you have to see this as one big mission, that has to happen at the same time. And therefore, you won't be alone, we'll be there to supervise you" Till answer approaching Ruby's desk, holding a wooden ruler in his hand behind his back. My fists tightening, looking at the scene in front of me, ready to defend my friend if she needs to, even if that would be a terrible mistake, it's still better than doing that mission of theirs.

"So, has the leader of the Killjoys, how will you pair the group" Till say, rising his torso up again, getting away from Ruby. The spotlight's on her now, one wrong answer can cost her a bruise on her tan skin.

Without flinching her jaw, she looks in Till's eyes and tell him her plan, how she will pair the Killjoys. That's how they named us, this group of young women able to hide in plain sight, take informations from the biggest companies, to get their hands dirty. Young girls who would never be suspected of killing a mass drug cartel. All it takes is someone that is willing to generously pay our keepers. Women that can disappear and make up a new identity in the blink of an eye, being able to speak several languages is an advantage along with the wigs.

"Then go get ready and pack your things, we'll make sure you have all the gear you need" Richard order, breaking my thoughts. His voice has it's way with my mind and I don't understand why it has such an affect on me.

All the girls stand up and start to calmly walk out the door of the room, getting up the stairs in a heavy silent that describes what we are all feeling, fear. Fear of failure is probably the fear that got to us the worst, because we all know that if one of us failed this mission, we are better of dead. That's probably why I don't fear death that much, it can't be worse than what we are living here.

I'm walking and the end of the group, Ruby in front of me. All I can think about is that we'll all be apart for the first time. As long as I can remember we've never apart form each other when we are working. Before the Killjoys, I can't remember anything from my past life. I don't know if it's because the keepers brain washed me or because I got here so young that this place is all I know. All the girls have the same stories, we're together in this as long as we could remember and none of us has the truth about our origins. Every time we tried to get answer, our questions we're met with fists, so we learned to stop asking the wrong questions.

In the hallway, Akira is the first to turn on the left to go in her bedroom, her thin figure entering the dark room. Then it's Isis, Lisa, Nadia and Ruby who takes my hand in hers and give it a warm squeeze, for a second our eyes connect. Her deep brown eyes holding such despair that it is hurting me, my heart ache seeing her hurt. Because I know her, she's my best friend and I know that she's feeling guilty. Unfortunately, there is nothing we can do about this situation.

After a split second we let go of each others' hands and enter in our rooms. I lay my back against the door after closing it. I slowly put my head on the wood and look up at the ceiling, my jaw clenching of anger, injustice, how this life is miserable and there's nothing we can do to escape this shit show. Tears starting to build up in my eyes, all I can think is that there can't be any God existing in any sort or form, because it wouldn't let people do these kind of things. I close my lids and let the tears flow down my cheeks as I press my hand on my mouth preventing me from doing any sound that can put me in trouble for showing weakness.