Sequel to Shadows (Read that before this to understand).
"Like a black rose, her darkness was beautifully fatal." ~ E. Corona
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4 years. 4 years a villain. Within those 4 years I lost emotion, I was a killer, and I didn't care. I flipped a switc...
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Chapter 1 - Old Faces
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"IT'S HARD TO FORGET SOMEONE WHOM YOU'VE IMAGINED SPENDING FOREVER WITH"
"I see the target," I muttered, bringing my coffee cup to my mouth to hide the fact I was talking.
"Good. Wait until you two are alone to attack. No witnesses until after as always. You have the rose?"
"Two, just in case. They're both in my bag," I assured, glancing at the woman I was supposed to kill. She was a rising politician, constantly speaking out against villain based crime and solutions for it. Father wanted to set an example through her.
"Good. You know your mission. Klarion out."
I let out a quiet sigh and pulled out my phone to randomly press a few buttons and avoid suspicion. I had to wait another two minutes before the woman left the cafe for work. She always arrived for a coffee, stayed for fifteen minutes, then left at 9:47, passing through an alley to the street on the other side to get a cab and go to work.
"I'll have a decaf, please."
Head shooting up, I listened for the voice again. Something about it set me off. How did I know that voice? There were plenty of voices in the cafe, each one a different pitch, tone, and speed. But that one, it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I searched through the people until my eyes landed on a ginger waiting at the counter.
"Turn around," I whispered the order to myself, silently praying it wasn't who I thought it was. It was always a logical fear of mine when I was on a mission in Central City.
The man miraculously turned, revealing lightning sparking behind green eyes. Freckled cheeks. Messy red hair from constantly running everywhere. It was Wally.
"I don't need this right now," I lifted my hand and pressed the com behind my ear, lowering my head, "Kid Flash is here."
"Continue with the mission as planned."
Father's answer was short and frank before the com cut out again. The threat underneath it was clear. I had to suck it up or face the consequences. I didn't think he realized the severity of the situation. Or it was another form of mental and emotional torture.
The man- Wally, I couldn't believe; he had matured- paid for his cup. Then, his eyes searched the shop for a place to sit. Seeing as how it was rush hour, there were nearly no open tables. One of the few open ones was right across from my own table. I cursed, running a hand through my hair and checking the time. 9:45.
Wally's eyes landed on the table near me, and he walked to it. I lowered my head even more, praying he wouldn't recognize me. That was the last thing I needed. Another nail in the coffin that was this mission.
