Alya was born a Russian princess, to the outside she was perfection, the dream girl everyone wanted to be but her life was far from a fairytale. From a young age, she was trained to kill with ruthless efficiency. Her haunting background left her emo...
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🎶help_urself-Ezekiel🎶
The Paradox, Age 15, Year 2015
Fading. Fading.Fading
"Is she ready?"
"Yes sir" "Load her up then"
I feel my body being lifted, the needle, the way my body shakes, and the handcuffs go on.
Darkness.
Moving. Moving.Moving
I get lifted again
I get handed my weapons.
Get in, Get out.
Don't fail the mission.
Don't fail Papa.
I get told where to go and without question, I simply follow, like were trained to.
Every action we take has been carefully trained to achieve perfection
I get to the top of the building, Looking down through a window at the top, I see a woman, with tall blond hair, she's looks unarmed. I try and focus my eyes on their face but I can't my vision being too blurred
Quickly throwing a smoke bomb through said window, I jump through the window.
She runs, Of course she does, God why do they always run? Make my job so much harder
being I go to chase after her, I pull out a joint I keep in my uniform for when my body becomes too shakey, They upped the dose, and It usually takes an hour until my body becomes weak, once I light it I call after her
"You know the best part about accepting kill contracts? It's the chase. The adrenaline that comes from knowing someone is terrified, running, hoping they see the next day. I'm going to make you run. Usually, I would give you a day to run, to try and hide. You know allow you the mercy at an equal fight." I inhale deeply, taking a drag of my smoke. " But I can't give you the mercy of that today, sorry love. But what I can give you is a taste of what I've had to spend the last five years breaking my body in half for, don't worry unlike them. I'll be gentle, promise" I hold out my hand to show I'm being serious, but my fucking hand spasm, very visible, fuck I need to hurry up before I pass up
Looking around I walk around to see where she hid since I had already barricaded every exit so she couldn't leave.
"They sent you didn't they" I hear her call out but I can't tell from where
"Oh hello love, why don't you come to me so we can talk face to face and not have to yell, huh"
I hear footsteps almost like she's coming near, I throw the joint to the side, "Alya, that's you isn't it"
