Alone[ON HOLD]

Chapter 1

I sat on the rooftop of my house looking at the vibrant city lights of New York. 

What would happen if I just fell? No more pain, no more worry. Death.

Even if I did, I would survive. Death is the one thing that will always escape me. 

I remember a time were jumping off buildings would bring me excruciating pain, I didn't think I would be able to live. Now I jump off of buildings double this height and it feels like normal everyday activities.

It's a part of who you are. 

Shut up. 

I'm only in New York for a few days to deal with some business, and then I have to go back to Spain. I normally send people here for little jobs like killing a few people, but I needed to get away for a bit. I've been feeling more suffocated than normal. Coming to this house gives me an opportunity to clear my head.

The house that I'm staying at is the first house I ever bought and even though I don't come here often, I've never had it in me to sell it.

I see the rain slowly start to fall from the sky. I tilt my head up, letting the raindrops hit my face.

It's around 3 in the morning and I am exhausted. I have been up and working every single day because everything's been so busy. I climb inside of my house through the window and close it so I don't get rain over the floor. I would normally leave it open, but when in America it's not safe. People are out to kill me.

Kill them before they can touch you.

I walk into my bathroom and get ready for the night ahead of me. I change out of my wet clothes and into a sweat set. I climb into bed, keeping my gun close under my pillow.

^Sage's Bedroom

***

My eyes shot open, sweat streaming down my face, my breath is heavy. I trace the tattoo on my wrist. BREATHE. I do this until I start to gain full control. I had another nightmare. Nightmares are a daily occurrence for me, I know they are going to happen and yet I never get used to them.

Gain control and move on.

I sit up grabbing my phone from my nightstand to see the time. It's 6:30 AM which means I got three and a half hours of sleep. That's a lot compared to normal.

I have tried sleeping pills, teas, methods. Nothing works.

 My body has become so used to pills and drugs it's almost impossible for me to be affected by them. I owe it all to him. He killed what made me human.

It will save you when the time comes.

Now that I am up, I should go work out. 

To be an assassin you have to always be training, learning new techniques, and staying in shape. Sure it's a pain in the ass, but you don't become the most skilled assassin by doing nothing. 

I get myself cleaned up and make my way to my gym. I have a gym in almost all of my houses, it's one of my necessities. 

^Sage's at-home gym

***

After a few hours of working out, I was drenched in sweat. I needed to improve on my skill work, everyone wants to be the best and I need to make sure they know their place. I know I shouldn't overwork myself, but when I train I forget about everything else, and that's all I ever need.

I see my knuckles beginning to bruise because I didn't wrap them when I was punching. I never do. Your hands won't be wrapped when someones trying to kill you, it's a waste of time and it's just stupid. 

I head to my room to go get changed because I feel disgusting.

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