His Nemesis

What am I? Who am I? Why am I here? Who brought me to this place? Questions, so many questions. I don't want them in my mind anymore, I don't want anything in my mind anymore. Why should I be the one suffering? Why should anyone have to suffer in the first place? What did I ever do wrong? I was a normal human at first, who chose to break and ruin me? What god or deity wanted to play with a small human for his pleasure? Who could be more fucked than I am?

This place I am right now, hell, it is pure hell. A dirty old warehouse with nothing but a fireplace, I guess we should thank the kind men, and a couch in front of it as well as a bedroom and a small bathroom. What luxury, I would say if I was still 17, but this is no luxury, this is a chamber room that we that live in here will be going straight to the butcher.

It has been a month and I have changed for the worst. I was a fucked up person, yes, but in this place, I become more of an animal than I already was. My job was being an assassin, yes, but this place turned me into a devil straight from your nightmares. I wasn't afraid of dying, no, the opposite, I would prefer dying than being tortured mentally and physically in a way like I am. But even if I could die, I cannot. I have to protect this woman who feels more like family than the ones I never met.

I haven't understood how it happened. One moment I was in a taxi with a woman and the other I found myself on a deathbed. How I survived that bomb is a damn miracle. It seemed as if neither God nor the Devil wanted me anywhere near them, that is why I am still alive, I guess.

I know this all happened because of that woman in the taxi with me, but I don't have the heart to blame her. She is such an angel, with red hair, and brown eyes, tall as a goddess, a true angel. And I wonder, why was she here, what people had she messed with?

I am used to the darkness, or as they call it, the underworld, but this woman is too pure to be messing with people from the mafia. I, on the other hand, an orphan with no place in society, have been around for a while and can decipher good from bad. And these men are not just bad, they're evil.

Will we ever get out? Of course, we will. But I have to be careful of the kind woman's health, after the bomb, she's now bruised all over and cannot even stand from the bed properly. But she is still talking like a sister to me, even if she's only around thirty, she is a sophisticated woman.

I walked towards a dark corner and sat there for a moment, watching the men and women lurking around, trying to find their next victims.

I felt so lost, and it wasn't the first time in my life that I was in such a situation. I have always been alone in life, no one cared about me, not in the orphanage, not in the foster homes that I was kicked out and placed in another, like some dirty dog. But after all these years, I did not care.

In my life, I learned that pride is all that matters. Pride and the skills you have to survive. Killing is my nature, I won't hesitate to snap a neck, nor will I hesitate to put a bullet in anyone's head. But this type of life is like walking on the edge of a cliff, not knowing when you will fall, and if you fall, will you survive.

Me, I've fallen many times, but I'm still alive. My life has been torture. After my eighteenth birthday, the orphanage kicked me out too, because I was too much of a troublemaker. I never listened, I always fought back. And I guess some people would say that it was okay, you were a child, but no, no one saw it that way.

After that, they sold me to some people, and I was placed in a club filled with girls that were 'assisting' men with their needs. You know what that means. My virginity was taken away from me. I was used many times and hurt many times. But I felt nothing, and I still feel nothing about it. I was trained and programmed not to feel or think. In that club, you needed to be strong to survive. In there, I learned how to fight and how to kill.

I learned to survive.

I learned to take advantage of them. Of those people who came to hurt me and my sisters at the club. The bastard's that hurt me, all of them are dead now. Well, most of them.

I was now working as an assassin at a company that helped me overcome many fears and mental problems through actual physical training. I was thankful to them. The chief of our company found me one day near a dumpster, bleeding out, and saved me. She trained me and gave me a home. For the first time in my life I had felt wanted, and I was. My brothers and sisters loved me and would do anything for me, and that goes both ways.

A month ago, I was trying to find a taxi for over twenty minutes in this damned city of America, not that I had any problems with it. But I am so mad at myself for being late for the first job offer I had in three days that I blamed everything I could think of.

A man named Brian Clark reached out to me, asking for a skilled assassin. I may not be so blessed in strength, well compared to my brothers, but I am cunning and have never failed any mission. Our company, Spot Moonlight, has the best assassins around here and I am third in rank. My first and second brothers are almost away every day because of how much they want in the market, and after all they are the best there are, so it is normal for them.

I was on my way to meet with mister Clark and discuss the man he wants me to kill. After meeting the man, and taking the job, I am currently waiting for a taxi back to the company so I can tell our chief the news.

But no taxis are stopping at all. I sighed and turned, walking down the street, maybe I'll find some luck there. And indeed, there was a taxi stopping, but in it, there was also a kind woman who let me ride with her. "Come in my dear. It is going to be hell for you to catch a ride in this place." The sound of a woman's voice startles me at first, but I nod at her. "Thank you." I said in a small voice, and went into the taxi, "Of course, my dear." she responded with a warm smile.