"What I felt
What I've known
Never shined through what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been
What I felt
What I've known
Never shined through what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub thee unforgiven..."
- Metallica Unforgiven
Nemesis....how ironic? Hit woman
for the Greek gods and goddesses, Ninjana for COVERT, a leading on my soul
regardless.
I still see the look in his eyes as he took his
last breath and I completed my novice assignment. My conscious was clear
when I passed the judgment...at first. The man was slime. He was an international
child slave trader. How could someone do something like that to children,
but then it was done to me by COVERT. They adopted me, changed me, and
raised me to be their executioner.
I remember when I was contacted. I cased my hit
carefully and waited for the perfect opportunity. My partner disabled the
alarms of the house and served as my look out. I crept quietly into his
house, where I found him on the phone making arrangements for his next
"shipment." My anger took over and I nearly lost composure and grabbed
him. My training saved me. I casually waited for him to hang up the phone
so I could show him his destiny.
My discipline, that allowed him to live that long,
was finally rewarded as he hung up the phone and sat in his easy chair,
patting himself on the back for another lucrative business deal. Quick
and swift was the way I was going to play it, but my mercy sneaked away
while I waited earlier. I wanted to drop him like a bad habit, hard.
"Barnes, time to die," I growled lowly as I pounced
on him.
"Wha..." he choked as I strangled him with my hands.
"Who...are...you?" he asked as he tried to pry my hands off. He resorted
to kicking and punching at me which made me squeeze all the more harder.
As I squeezed tighter, I felt his vulnerable pharynx
beginning to crush. Just a little more pressure and his evil deeds would
come to an end.
"Your fate, death," I announced as I crushed his
pharynx.
His eyes rolled in the back of his head after he
made a gurgling sound. I felt his body go limp and fall all the way to
the floor as my anger fleeted and my conscience settled in. I tried to
shake it off as I picked him up and settled him to his chair, but I could
not. I left the house and rendevoued with my partner.
"What's wrong?" he asked as we got into the car.
"Nothing," I replied as I removed my mask. I felt
so dirty. I could not believe I just killed a man in cold blood. True he
was the scum of the earth, but who was I to judge another person for their
crimes. I am an assassin by trade, raised to be one since I was four. I
know over a thousand ways to kill a person. I have been genetically and
surgically altered to be the ultimate assassin. And for all of it, I would
trade to go back and stop myself.
"I know it's your first kill," Andy said softly.
"But you're going to have to get passed it. I know it's hard but COVERT
will never let you go."
"I'll adapt," I reply softly. "I have all my life."
Andy looked at me. "You'll be okay kid!"
"Kid? You're not much older than me."
"But I am not a rookie," he commented.
"Whatever," I chuckled.
"You're adapting," Andy smiled as he looked at me.
"You're reaching." I commented. "But thanks."
"Anytime, partner."
That was 2 weeks ago. Since then I have had one hit.
It actually does get easier, but still hurts. Ninjana is my life what I
destined to be. Like Andy said I will just have to get pasted it. I will
just have to deal with blood on my hands.