The Assassin's Secret

Time.

Such a wonderful thing isn't it?

You know, we do possess a right to live, a right to freewill .

Some choose to use that right for the greater good and choose to abuse it.

We created this world by our actions, we were supposed to be the ones to make a difference ; Our society ended up being worse than the society that began this mess in the first place.
I wanted change, no desired it. Our society was built on desire and secrets , deceit and greed .

I wanted the game to stop.

But it had already begun.

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10. Poison

 

(Brianna's POV)

“No one must know Brianna, do you understand?”

“Yes mama.”

My mother the saint was burying the body of the apparent sinner.

Creases formed on her brow, drips of sweat running across her forehead as she hurryingly began placing the body of Vivian Van der Poole’s into the makeshift grave that was situated in the forest area on the rear of our garden.

It happened at midnight. Yet the party finished at dawn.

“Are we going to place flowers mama?” I remember asking innocently

Mother turned to me stone cold,

“No. We are going to go back to the party, and pretend that nothing ever happened and you Brianna Rosalie Ricci are never to speak of it again, do you understand?” the last part was said in a more threatening way

It was the way she died,

The screaming, the struggling and finally the blood,

 

“Ricci, Ricci we need to go.” A voice explained

My body stopped rocking back and forth after a while and so did the screams. Hailey most likely hated me –why wouldn’t she, I was the daughter of one of the cruelest men to have ever walked the earth-. She forced me into combat when I hadn’t even started using my prosthetic leg properly and in the meantime put full attempt in trying to kill me. I am glad of it to be quite honest because it allowed me for the first time in years to really allow my emotions to explode and unleash. 18 years of anger and pain had now finally been allowed to be set free but then it left me with the only other emotion, grief.

"Where are we going?" I asked meekly  

We walked in silence towards the deeper areas of what I had now understood to be an underground secret base; I sauntered along like a transparent ghost behind the head-strong bad-ass that was Hailey Stone. I could feel the frosty, algid tension in the atmosphere.

"Wake up Princess we've reached our destination." Hailey said snapping her fingers in front of me as to wake me up from my trail of thought as we stood outside of a rusty silver door.

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Beyond the door was an empty room with a gun laying in the middle. I walked on ahead (still trying to quickly grasp the use of the prosthetic leg) to retrieve the gun and asses it’s genuinely. There was a window situated at the right-hand side wall but I couldn't see through it.

When I turned around, Hailey was nowhere to be seen. 

A deep, computerized voice boomed through the room,

This is a simulation but the pain is very, very real. Your job is to infiltrate a base without getting killed, you may only use your paint gun as your line of defense.

 

TICK TOCK

 

The room suddenly became black, aphotic. But then it wasn't a room anymore, it became a jungle.

I could hear the wind rustling the leaves, I could hear critters jittering about, I could actually tread on the mud like it was real.

But then I could hear a gun being loaded.

Cautiously, I turned.

"The odds are never in my favor are they?" was all that I managed to mutter before the shot fired.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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