Once inside the door shut instantly, making me become suspicious but I pushed that thought behind me and made my way into the long hallway that greeted me. A dark, cold and unwelcoming feeling was attached to this feeling but I continued on my journey.
I was halfway through when a voice made it's way to my ears. I whipped around trying to locate where it was coming from but it echoed preventing me from pinpointing the exact source of this strange voice.
I stood there pondering my next move, when suddenly a door in the hallway opened slowly. I immediately turned to enter, stopping when I recognized a picture sitting on the wall.
A woman and a toddler, smiling happily into the camera. The women seemed to be the exact replica of me, she was familiar but why? The only difference were her eyes which were a deep see blue.
Questions swirled in my mind. Who was she? What was her connection to me? Who was the baby? Why did this seem familiar?
I couldn't seem to figure out this puzzle and a headache was now overpowering my will to continue. But I had to, stopping was not an option. So I went inside the room instantly recognizing a woman, the same one in the picture on the wall and I stopped short.
I was so caught up in staring at her, and vice versa I almost missed the table that she sat beside. I walked over to it without saying a word and picked up the paper left on it along with a gun.
"Shoot her," it read. I picked up the gun and looked back at her as she sat there watching me intently. "Who are you?" I asked. No response from her. " Why do I feel like I know you?" Still nothing from her. " Answer me!" I roared but still nothing from her.
Enraged, I aimed the gun at her head and pulled the trigger. She feel at my feet and I instantly felt lightheaded. I stumbled back, falling over my legs and hit the floor with a bang.
I could feel my consciousness slipping away from me until finally I blacked out into nothingness.
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Fierce
AdventureNo emotions, No mercy, No attachments. This is all she knows, This is all she is taught. Emotions are for the weak, survival is for the fittest and the heartless. In a group of the best assassins and soldiers, she is ranked one if the best She is R...
