His gibberish had thrown her off. It was causing her to have thoughts. Was she a monster? She'd never considered it before. Her thoughts kept her awake.
He had reawakened her innocence.
Killing people was just a job to her. That's what she had believed.
Agent JEN9 had a mission to complete, but she couldn't do it. She felt stupid.
Running on no sleep, she decided something stupider.
She had to meet him.
The next morning, she sneaked back into his room. She sat on his kitchen table. Bavol Tui opened the door and saw her. He came in quietly.
"I knew you'd come," he said.
She held up her hands in defeat.
"Fix my problems," she said. He chuckled.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Agent JEN9."
"Your real name."
She paused. "Riley."
"Where are you from?"
"Wichita Falls, Texas."
"What's it like there?"
"I don't remember, really. My family- my mom- was homeless. She gave me away and I never saw her again."
"She must've loved you. She sent you away to feed you, didn't she?"
"She gave me to a program. They turned me into this."
"Riley," he said. "You must forgive her. Accept your past."
Agent JEN9 thought. She shook her head. "I can't. Not yet."
Bavol Tui frowned.
"Do you think life is precious?"
"I've taken too many lives to believe that."
"No, you haven't. I believe you can change."
They talked for an hour before Mr. Tui had to leave for a meeting.
Agent JEN9 returned to her room. Her head was spinning.
Her past was something she avoided, but never let go of. The idea of letting go was new to her. Could she actually do it?
Before she could answer herself, she got a call.
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Proof That Assassins Can Change
Короткий рассказ"Do you think life is precious?" "I've taken too many lives to believe that." An assassin meets her match. A journey of hope and bravery. Short story originally created for a contest.
