𝐹𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 : 𝑅𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑦

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 20: 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ

3 YEARS LATER

Y/N POV:

I started walking down the aisle and to Carmichael's office, ignoring the stares I got from the other hitmen around me. Some of them even took off their hats while I passed through the hall, but such respect was unneeded , in my opinion.

We were all killers, dignity had long been lost.

I knocked on Carmichael's door once, to hear his voice letting me come in. I opened the door sharply and turned to face him, The Handler and another person I didn't know, standing around the bureau.

I smirked as they all straightened their posture once I fully came into view. "I see my last job became quite a triumph for the whole Commission, hasn't it?" I said as I approached them, to hear Carmichael chuckle slightly.

"Well done, I must say, I aspired that you would actually get killed, but unfortunately- or luckily- this wasn't the case." I sarcastically smiled at his comment, disgust taking over me.

"I hope I will have the pleasure to kill you, dear Carmichael, sur le future prochain." I said, sarcasm dripping from my tongue. I turned to the Handler and to the unknown person next to her.

"So, what is the case?" I said coldly, after my sharp dead threat towards Carmichael. The Handler looked at the unknown person next to her and back at me, looking a bit unsure. "We have a new mission for you, one that -for years- no one could ever complete. You seemed to be abnormally talented, after your last mission in Athens, so we... decided to assign you this."

I frowned and leaned on the bureau, my gaze falling on the unknown person next to the Handler. "Care to explain?" I said in an ice-cold voice, that evidently made the Handler even more uncomfortable.

"The mission is in New Orleans, and we... we want you to kill a couple, a couple that... has messed with the timeline a lot over the years. They are hiding and our hitmen never achieved this mission, even our best." I felt goosebumps at her words, as I sharply turned around and started pacing a bit.

"Kill a couple that simply messed up with the timeline, no one has ever achieved taking them down, no no no no... it doesn't make any sense, if I may, it is totally absurd." I said pointing my finger at them. The all seemed to be very uncomfortable at my statement, so I went on.

"You are hiding something. What are these people?" I asked raising my voice a bit.

The Handler sighed and turned to fully face me." They were old hitmen. They betrayed us, and then, messed a lot with the timeline, the changes were unaffordable. Just like how you did." She said, a small smile appearing on her lips at her last words.

"You have the choice to decline this mission, this time things are far more different, but... we need to get on with this." Carmichael said with a low tone, but I shook my head.

"No. I will do this, yes, but I need more info." I said and took my briefcase from the ground with a smirk.

"Tell me when I am off."

Two days later:

I got inside the plane, preparing myself to doze off for hours, as long as the flight would last. I adjusted my necklace on my neck, remembering the person who had took it 3 years ago.

I smiled at the thought of him, in the thought of all the memories we made, in the thought of his warmth and of his love.

My smile disappeared when I remembered I had killed him.

When I remembered how foolish I was to believe I would get away with murdering him easily.

It wasn't easy.

It wasn't easy for the past three years, to wake up with his ghost haunting my dreams.

With the image of him dying on the cold floor, by the bullet I shot.

I sighed and shook my head, laying my neck on the back of the seat.

"New Orleans, 1964. Go there and everything will be alright."

I opened my eyes, wide in realization. Those were some of his last words before I killed him. I had ignored it for the past years, trying to focus on the immorality of my actions, but no.

He was telling me a way to save him.

And I had already done that.

I burried my hand inside my pocket, trying to find the next day's newspaper that I had taken from my mission.

It was in the headlines.

"Flight from UK to New Orleans canceled due to serial killer boarding ."

And it hadn't been cancelled.

The timeline had already been altered, the future had already changed.

The moment the plane would start I would go back to the day the timeline had been altered.

I would come back home.

And I knew who did that! I knew ! Five!

Five was my ghost.

He changed the timeline in order to live, in order to destroy the Commission, in order to make me save him.

I shuffled in my seat, awaken from my sudden realization.

I would come back.

The doors closed.

The assistants got in.

The pilot room doors closed.

The engine groaned.

A light appeared from out of the plane.

I smiled.

"I am going back home."

The dark in front of me seemed to get greater and greater, and I fell.

I fell into the abyss of black I knew too well.

And I smiled.

I saw all these years of memories in front of me, everything going back to the day.

Going back to the day I killed him.

I saw myself killing people, I saw myself getting praised, I saw myself solving problems and equations on a blackboard. I saw myself crying, I saw myself drinking, I saw myself looking in the mirror, looking at my photos.

I saw myself looking at the fallen Klaus.

I saw myself killing Robert.

I smiled.

The image was stable in front of me, and I fell on the hard floor of Five's room, to only have the view of his shoes in front of me.

I timidly looked up, adrenaline pumping in my veins.

"I came back."

I whispered before blacking out.