To be completely honest right now, I should dead.
To make matters worse, I want to be dead.
I shouldn't be here. I should have died years ago before the Program had the chance to turn me into a monster.
And that's what I am... a monster.
If you had asked me this when I was younger, if murder made you a monster, I would've replied with, "No! Of course not. It is what the Program trained us to do," but Isobel opened my eyes. She made me see the Program for what it was.
Twisted. Evil. Psychotic. Hell.
Of course Isabel's dead now. Because I killed her- or caused it at least. She would still be alive if not for me. She could be with her family if I hadn't hesitated to run.
And now here I am, in a cell in the middle of the ocean, contemplating why a boy in a bug costume decided to let me live.
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𝒜𝓇𝓉ℯ𝓂𝒾𝓈 ➤ ᵖᵉᵗᵉʳ ᵖᵃʳᵏᵉʳ
FanfictionWhen an ex-assassin with trust issues meets a certain bug boy in spandex, things get a little weird.
