Silence is Nameless

Chapter One

When I grabbed my money out of my pocket to pay for the groceries, my pocket knife fell on the market floor. I grabbed it before anyone could see it, but the cashier with the gray hair saw it very well. I looked at her and she smiled back at me. She picked up the journal that I picked out for myself.

"Do you remember the price for this, sweetie?" She asked.

I shook my head. She looked at my hand that gripped my knife and said, "By the looks of it, I'd say it was free." My eyebrows shot up. "Well it's used and frayed, and with today's economy, it really wouldn't be much. It's yours. No charge."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"No problem, sweetheart. Just don't tell my boss." She handed my groceries over to me and winked. I thanked her once again and left the run-down market.

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I live with my little sister, Layla, on the outskirts of our colony, Fernadille. It's about 30 minutes away from town, so we don't get many visitors. So it was a little strange seeing a black mini-van parked on the edge of our property. At first I thought it was my boss, George Allegro, but that wasn't his regular car.

After I parked my car in my driveway, I went to investigate the mysterious vehicle. The window were tinted, so I couldn't see who was sitting in it. I felt whoever was in there watching me. When I was about 5 feet from finding out, the driver started the engine and zoomed away. I took my hand off the exposed knife that was in my pocket and searched for the license plate. Nada. I sighed and got the mail.

Other than bills, there was a letter for me, sent from another colony across the country. It was sent from my aunt Lisa and Uncle Ben regarding my cousin, Amelia. The letter said that she is coming to stay with us for a couple of months to learn how to act like an adult and learn to be responsible. They also said that if I fail to teach her her ways, they would have no other choice then to take away my sister. I groaned. This is against the agreement.

The agreement was made after my parents died. The agreement was since I was 16 and could live on my own, I could take care of Layla, but I would have to do everything they said, and if I failed to do so, they would take my sister to live with them across country.

I went inside to find my sister cooking dinner. Since I'm the one that works, she cooks for the two of us. She is pretty independent for a 12 year old.

"Hello, little one," I said, startling her. She smiled when she realized that it was me.

"Hi. Did you get the mail? I haven't had the chance to yet."'

I told her about the letter.

"That's bullshit!" She exclaimed after a while.

I laughed. "You know I don't like when you curse. But yeah, it is bullshit."

"I wanna stay here."

"And you will. We just gotta get that brat to be an adult."

She scoffed. "And then we can train a cat to be a dog."

I rolled my eyes. "Come on. Have faith in me. And if they do take you away from me, maybe it's for the best. Afterall, I am an assassin."

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October 27th, 2098
Monday
Entry 1

Dear Diary,
No, that sounds a little too formal. Should I give you a name? Because the word "diary" just doesn't feel right for a person like me. I'll call you Fe, which means trust. I entrust you with my secrets and know that you will never speak a word of them to anyone.

So, Fe, here's the thing. I'm an assassin.

Yes, I know. Crazy. But I only do it for the enjoyment. Not the money. It just amuses me seeing their faces before I slaughter them. They get a look of surprise that I crave so much, I just can't help but giggle at their idiotic face.

My favorite and most frequent client is Mr. George Allegro. Mr. Allegro is a man who likes to hold deep grudges. He's sort of like the old time gangsters you see in the classic movies, like the Godfather; Italian and has an accent that people use to call New Jerseyan. But instead of him doing the killing, he always hires me to do it for him. Says that I'm his "favorite assassin."

Why am I telling you the names of my clients, you ask. So if the Defenders ever found you, Fe, then my clients will be the ones to get in trouble. Not me. I'll never expose my real name to you. But people call me Aviana.

Well, Fe, my aunt and Uncle are sending their bratty daughter and a friend of hers to me to take care of her and if I fail to change her, they'll take my sister away from me. But here's the thing. I'll protect my sister with my life if I have to, and I won't give up that easily. They'll have to get through me first before they'll get to Layla, and if push comes to shove, I know how to take care of them.

Wish me luck,
Aviana.