Bloody-M
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“Sing along with me. Trust me on this one.”
She’d done so. A harmless, stupid little lullaby when she could have just fired another dart. It seemed like a pointless order, a strange order… until she saw her target freeze up, tremble, rendered helpless by what seemed to be just a song…
Laughing with the other agents as they drove down to the dropoff point they were given, captive in tow. Joking about what she’d do with the massive bounty. Promising she’d give them a little bit of her cut. She wasn’t really planning on it, these agents were even more disposable than she was.
The texts:
“I FUCKIN DID IT!”
“Shit what do I even do with all this money.”
“Vegas sounds good…”
It all felt so good, so right, she had the personal attention of an executive now. Maybe she’d start moving up in the ranks sooner than she’d thought?
A day later, that night seemed ages away.
Trust me on this one…
She’d asked her friends a few questions, which lead her to learning about the Nursery. A few more over drinks and she felt as if she’d gained an understanding of her target… and worse, herself.
That target she’d dropped… some helpless, scared kid Orochi had preyed up. It wasn’t right, it w- It was her job. She couldn’t have known. Couldn’t have fucking known.
She wished she’d picked out a younger scotch.
… Besides, it wasn’t her problem, was it? She was just following orders, just acquiring a target. If it wasn’t her it would’ve been another agent, or worse, the Templars. What was going to happen to her target after she’d dropped her off? What was going to happen to Eliza?
Not her problem. It wasn’t her problem.
Wasn’t her problem that eight years ago she was another scared, dirty kid who knew no one who didn’t want to hurt her in some way. Didn’t matter that she was…
No.
NO!
The glass shattered against the peeling wall of her cheap apartment and she hung her head, burying it in her hands.
Eight years ago a gangly, wounded kid had, one by one, killed the monsters that had hurt her.
Eight years later? She was the monster.
She’d done so. A harmless, stupid little lullaby when she could have just fired another dart. It seemed like a pointless order, a strange order… until she saw her target freeze up, tremble, rendered helpless by what seemed to be just a song…
Laughing with the other agents as they drove down to the dropoff point they were given, captive in tow. Joking about what she’d do with the massive bounty. Promising she’d give them a little bit of her cut. She wasn’t really planning on it, these agents were even more disposable than she was.
The texts:
“I FUCKIN DID IT!”
“Shit what do I even do with all this money.”
“Vegas sounds good…”
It all felt so good, so right, she had the personal attention of an executive now. Maybe she’d start moving up in the ranks sooner than she’d thought?
A day later, that night seemed ages away.
Trust me on this one…
She’d asked her friends a few questions, which lead her to learning about the Nursery. A few more over drinks and she felt as if she’d gained an understanding of her target… and worse, herself.
That target she’d dropped… some helpless, scared kid Orochi had preyed up. It wasn’t right, it w- It was her job. She couldn’t have known. Couldn’t have fucking known.
She wished she’d picked out a younger scotch.
… Besides, it wasn’t her problem, was it? She was just following orders, just acquiring a target. If it wasn’t her it would’ve been another agent, or worse, the Templars. What was going to happen to her target after she’d dropped her off? What was going to happen to Eliza?
Not her problem. It wasn’t her problem.
Wasn’t her problem that eight years ago she was another scared, dirty kid who knew no one who didn’t want to hurt her in some way. Didn’t matter that she was…
No.
NO!
The glass shattered against the peeling wall of her cheap apartment and she hung her head, burying it in her hands.
Eight years ago a gangly, wounded kid had, one by one, killed the monsters that had hurt her.
Eight years later? She was the monster.