A MARIANAS TRENCH FAN FIC. IF YOU DONT KNOW WHO THEY ARE THEN LOOK 'EM UP. The moment I laid eyes on him I knew he was the one. the world stopped moving, the wind stopped blowing and the earth stopped spinning. I studied him to be sure, his hair ruffled, his muscles bulging beneath his shirt. the moment our eyes locked I knew he was the one. He was the first man I would ever kill. When you live like I do, for as long as I have, only one word stays on your mind. Survive. When I kill, I do it for survival, because it's either their life or mine and after three years I lost my soul and heart. but will one mission to assassinate five European lads bring my dead, uncaring heart back to life? Or will I forever be cheating death?