𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐍 | 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐈

𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐

*This Night Has Opened My Eyes- The Smiths

*With or Without You- U2

*The Things You Said- Depeche Mode

*Waiting For The Flood- Love and Rockets

*There Is a Light That Never Goes Out- The Smiths

MARCUS

I had never met anybody like Alessia Gotti before. Hell, I hadn't met anyone like the students of King's Dominion before. There was a playfulness in her voice, breezy and the New Yorker within her was present once she opened her mouth. She wasn't like the other mafia students either. They all dressed the same preppy way, but Alessia in her modified trouser suits and spike hoop earrings was borderline punk. I was also still coming to terms with the fact that she was part of the Gambino crime family. That was something straight out of the movies. She was calculated, analyzing everything in the room, I knew she was good at whatever she did within that outfit. She also had a habit of using Italian slang that nobody understood but the others didn't even raise an eyebrow at it. I guess she'd been doing it awhile. Alessia also spoke the mob dialect, but when I asked her to teach me the slang, she said she couldn't due to the Omertà. It was some mafia oath or something. Then there was Saya and Maria. I wasn't going to hide the fact I was extremely attracted to both of them. I don't really meet that many hot girls living on the street, then one day, Saya comes along and saves me from the cops? But I remembered what Sia had said, 'why do they always go for the ones they cannot have?' I wasn't entirely sure what she meant by that. Wasn't a Japanese assassin allowed to date?

The beginning of me and Sia's ill-fated friendship began when she pulled up one of my headphones, startling me slightly. But she only smiled. 

"The Smiths" She stated, and I grew confused trying to register what she was saying. "I love the Smiths"

 She proceeded to sing 'the night has opened my eyes' in a voice that would serve to haunt me in future events. She loved the Smiths? She didn't look like a Morrissey kind of girl. But then again, they do say not to judge a book by it's cover. Nobody had ever liked the same music as me before. I remember that clearly cause an hour after that, Chico almost killed me. The only reason it was almost rather than full disembodiment was the fact that Master Lin appeared. I didn't like him that much, or rather I was wary of him, but in that moment he was a literal saint. But I was aware that Chico wasn't done with me. He was only getting started, and this made me paranoid. It was then I decided that Kings Dominion wasn't the place for me. Everything was too real. I was a homeless kid, who's parents died. I wasn't an assassin. I was damaged goods. So, there I was, walking through China town, when Willie Lewis pulled up his expensive black car and told me to get in. I guess this place really didn't want to let me leave. The event with Willie changed my mind about everything. Made me believe, maybe I had been wrong. That this place, Kings Dominion was where I supposed to be. That, and I didn't exactly have anywhere else to go. We drove in silence to begin with, growing more confused as he told me his plan to kill Rory, a homeless man that had caused me great trouble in the past. See that was Mr Lin's first assignment. Kill someone that deserved it. I could not argue against killing the wretch, for he truly deserved it for everything he'd done. However, it turned out that Willie Lewis wasn't as tough as he made out to be. Like me, his reputation was false. A pacifist is what he'd called himself. Rory did die, but it wasn't by his hand.

He dies over and over. His face disappears on an endless loop

I was the one that killed someone who deserved it. But Willie Lewis was going to take the credit.

Life was escalating at a pace I wasn't used to. That night Maria became something to me. She kissed me, just like that. Everything after that was a blur. Master Lin showing me my dorm, smoking, a rooftop party. It was standing between those bunch of people, a member of the Soto Vatos, the girl with dark black makeup, the friendly punk and his more obnoxious associate, the daughter of a high-ranking mobster, and the Japanese assassin, who was staring right at me, that I asked myself a question. When was the last time I felt like I belonged anywhere? Really belonged. Maybe this is who I am. What else is there? Some desk job? Suburbia? An overweight, pill-popping wife raising the next generation of automatons? Why participate in that? Is that what I really want? Bet it isn't. An ethical compass would be fine if everyone had one. But it's a cold, cruel world, and you can't survive without a family. Even if they are liars and murderers. And I'd be no different than a cop, or a soldier, or a politician. Killing is just a part of the profession. Maybe I finally found a reason to live. In a place surrounded by death.

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