Dinner with my family was usually the most slowest, strainious and annoying chore one could place on someone. My parent were perfectionist and even the slightest break of table etiquette could get one into big trouble.

After three long hours of trying not to get punished, dinner finally came to an end with just my younger brothers getting whipped behind their backs for speaking to each other.

Standing up from my seat, I took a bow which signified that I wanted to be excused and after getting approving nods from both my parents, I turned on my hills and walked out the door and into a corridor, making my way to the drawing room just like my mom had instructed. 

Moving between the cold, dark, and dull walls of the corridor, I couldn't help but think of what task I'll be assigned this time. The last time I was asked to assassinate an old woman and four kids that stayed with her. I had no idea what her offense was or who she had offended that would want her dead--I wasn't at liberty to know of such details.

In our line of work confidentiality was something to not be joked with. I got to the heavy metal door that covered all my family 'treasures' as bounty hunters and stopped then heaved a sigh to calm my raging nerves. This has always been the most difficult thing for me to do but I had no choice but to follow through.

With another tedious inhale of air, I pushed opened the door and the familiar but hideous view of the drawing room came to sight.

The room was thirty by thirty feet big, with two other doors, one leading to the armory while the other led to a bunch of cells located underneath the house, and nothing good happened in there--the only language that place understands was torture.

On one side of the wall was a map that covered almost half of an entire wall. While the other walls housed cabinets stucked up with poison and other substances like acid and the likes that always made my skin crawl.

While at the center of the room sat a table with chairs placed around it. The table was mostly covered by equipments that were always in use, like knives, screwdrivers, scissors and other stuffs I didn't like to mention given that they brought back dreadful memories of my childhood.

I was so lost in thoughts that I didn't hear my mother come in and only noticed her when she banged her fisted against the table. Immediately, I bowed in submission.

Frowning, she said "rise, let's get this over with. I've got people to torture."

Shuddering inwardly, I nodded in understanding. "Your task today is simple, all you need to do wipe off a mother and her seventeen year old daughter," she began to explain with a smile on her face.

Moving over to the map on the wall, she circled out a portion of it and said. "They live at a small cabin south of these woods. Our sources have confirmed that they're likely to be home by 9pm each day."

I knew she wasn't done. Getting assigned always came with three set of information and the last one hadn't dropped yet so I just watched her as she waltzed towards the door that led to the cell. Opening it, she added "You've got nine hours to finish the job. Don't leave a single stone unturned," she said in a rigid and emotionless tone. With every mission there's always; the person we're to kill, their location, and then the amount of time we had to get the job done.

I headed into the armory and changed into something I can freely move-in while blending into the night sky which adorned by the glow of the moon. It was 7pm in the evening so I had to complete this task before dawn or else I'll be in serious trouble.

After filling my body up with light but effective weapons, the hunt began.

I started by making my way out of ny family's apartment then climbed unto my motorcycle and drove towards the automatic gates that opened after verifying that it was me. My family lived on top an hill in the middle of a forest, in order to keep our operations out of the books and to prevent people from trespassing into our land. All the people who has didn't see the shine of sunlight ever again.

The cold air brushed against my skin as I drove down the hill, helping me numb my feelings and freeze away my thoughts, leaving only my mission in mind.

After twenty minutes of driving through the woods, I made it to the main road and headed in the direction I was pointed towards.

The drive to my destination was three hours long, and I still had to park far away from my final destination as to not alert my victims of the arrival of a threat. I covered the remaining distance on foot and in forty-five minute I was outside my victims house.

It was already 11pm when I got there so all their lights were off, meaning that they were sound asleep. I walked towards the front door and picked the lock with a pin. The cabin wasn't anything fancy and was really old and could fall apart at any given moments.

Upon entering, a feeling of warmth flowed through me, the entire place reeked of love, motherly love, something I didn't get to experience. There were pictures of the mother and daughter who I was to kill littered around the walls, with stick figures that must have been drawn by a child plastered on the fridge while some were framed and placed around the sitting area of the house.

"Who's there?" I heard someone ask in fright then tried finding a light switch on the wall. But before the person could flip on the switch, I swiftly made my way towards them, drew a sharp blade out of my porch and slices through their neck.

The light turned on and illuminated the room. I grimaced as I watched the lady I had just sliced struggle for life. Her eyes began to dim and in that moment, she spoke to me through those hazel colored eyes.

It was a look of plea, not for her life but for that of her daughter. I didn't know how I was able to decipher what she was saying, given that she hadn't used words, but surprisingly I did.

Moving towards a slightly agape door, I pushed it open and found the girl at a corner shaking and crying her eyes out. She hugged her knees to her chest and hid her face in-between her laps.

I couldn't see her face but I could tell that she resembled her mother from the look of her hair and her frame. Something inside of me bloomed and I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill her. I couldn't complete my task.

"Get dressed and run as fast as you can to a place that nobody knows you. Don't converse with strangers as people are out to kill you," I said then threw my black debit card next to her feet. "Take that and get whatever you need, and in whatever you do, never look back or return to this place or its environs."

After saying what I wanted to say, I turned around and was about leaving when I heard my mother voice in my head. 'Don't leave a single stone unturned.'

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