The Crimson Hat

The Crimson Hat

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As I looked in the mirror I didn't see myself. I saw a person buried in identities. "You're an angel." "You're a monster." "People trust you." "Such a manipulative person." People today look at pictures, awards, report cards, family members, and much more when they want to define themselves. Me? I have the ashes of past assignments in fireplaces. A trail of blood left behind by me. The people who see me as the greatest assassin, and the people who don't realize that in another identity, I am what they hate. All I remember are kind eyes that are filled with sadness. Until then I did not remember anything. Could they be the eyes of the one person who could actually make me feel something?
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I've changed my identity three times. can never be to sure right. right now Im Riley Blake. a school teacher with short dark hair, with big innocent eyes. having managed to escape, I've lived a relevantly normal life for the past 6 years. by no means have I forgotten my revenge or stopped practicing or keeping taps. as I said relevantly normal life. Orions possible death seems far to fetched for me. but at the same time, where else could that grumpy old man be right now. he would have never just left me like that. there was no dead body to find. just the footages they used to lure me in. Orion had been gone for the longest time, and I had started to get paranoid, I was expecting the worst, and I acted according to my feeling. And I think someone is on to me. I get this weird feeling that someone is watching me. I turn and enter a clothing store. hide behind some clothes and watch the door from a mirror. there he is. someone entered behind me. he must be suspecting me of something. without being noticed by him I leave the store. and just as I turn a corner I open my phone to delete all the footages available. no proof of me ever being there. ill have to create some proof of being somewhere else. because it isn't just the enemy thats after me, but also the agents. but really I only have myself to blame. when I thought Orion had died I created chaos. so much fucking chaos. I like to call it the grieving faze. when I had finally calmed down after the attempt on my life and Orions so called death. I broke down and watched the last footage available of Orion just to realize, the guy in the video didn't have the neckless. it was not Orion. but Orion is still no where to be found, something happened to him. it must have, he would never just leave me.

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