Past memories

I breathed in the cold air of the early October. I bought out my box of cigarettes and a lighter from my pocket and lit a stick of cigarette as I stared at the distant buildings that shone with different colours at night. We were not so far from the city.

I always found peace at the rooftop, away from the orgy party they always had countless of times. It was calmer but I could still hear moans and grunts of the men and women downstairs, which was slightly disgusting.

I was among the youngest down there. Most of the reasons why some of the other assassins hated me. But it wasn't my fault I was a successful killer. I couldn't help it. I had too much hate in my heart that needed to be released somewhere or on someone. I placed my left hand on my stomach as I remembered my little boy.

The clouds were grey, the stars were hidden and the moon still managed to shine brightly. I changed into a white flowy dressed and let my black hair fall to my shoulders. The climate reminded me of the day he died.

Damon's words echoced in my head like a track. I hated Mason. I wanted to kill him. I have been given the offer on a golden platter, but now i don't know why I am hesitating to do it. I had a kill streak of five hundred bodies. Mason should be an easy cake. But I don't know why a part of me is shaken.

I heard foot steps behind me and I already knew who it was. He had a thing for stalking me.

"They say a pack of cigarettes equals one less year," Harry informed as he moved closer.

"I died the day I lost my child, the day I stepped into this house," I replied as I took three more puffs.

"I'm sorry for your loss," He consoled.

"If you apologise for every bad thing that has ever happened to me then we will be here till midnight," I replied honestly.

He chuckled lightly.

He joined six months after I got recruited and this is the first time I was actually speaking to him. He wasn't as good as me.

Nevertheless, he could find his way around. But, he was the best hacker we had. Or we could find. The rest kept on dying.

"Is everything alright?" He asked. I felt a bit irritated by his concern. But I actually needed someone to talk to.

The wind blew lightly causing some of my hair to fly on my face. I tucked the stray ones behind my ear. I always wore a tie on my wrist so I used it to style up my hair in a low pony tail.

I took two more puffs before I tossed the cigarette on the floor besides my leg and stomped on it.

I watched as the little flames scattered before i turned to face Harry. His face was flustered from the cold. He must have a very sensitive skin. His blonde hair was brushed back and his black eyes bigger than ever. He wore a white T-shirt and fancy green knicker. His eyebrows were thick and he had long lashes with a well defined body that showed under his shirt. One could consider him as attractive

I watched as he quickly checked me out.

"I could shoot you for that, you know," I said and he coughed lightly.

I moved closer to him and crossed my hands after I leaned on the wall behind us. I was bare footed so I could feel everything underneath my feet, including the vibrations that was caused by the blasting music. I liked the cold feel on my feet. Growing up in the orphanage I had only one shoe so most of the time I was barefooted.

"Do believe in the past coming to haunt you?" I wondered. I wanted to forget about them, him especially. He had caused me so much pain. I folded my hands in a fist before I exhaled.

Harry glanced at me quickly, he pressed his lips in a thin line as he thought of what to say to me. Instead, he sighed and ran his hands in his hair.

"Yes, I do," He finally answered.

He stared at the floor and his thoughts drifted off. I studied him as his eyebrows slightly jerked and his breathing became heavy. He absently scratched the back of his head as he stayed quiet for some seconds.

"What if I fail? What if I chicken out?" I thought out loud. I glanced at Harry and he seemed he didn't hear me and I was partly grateful.

"Hey?" I called as I tapped him lightly on his hands.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking of something," He apologised.

"Figured. . ."

"Whatever happens don't forget your goal," Harry stated.

I looked at him and he smiled.

"My mother always told me that, I felt you needed to hear it," He grinned, he had the perfect sets of white teeth and I noticed he had only one dimple.

"I might not know what is bothering you. But my past has come to haunt me countless of times and yet everytime i succeeded." He mentioned and I stared at him intently. I was curious. What could probably have happened to little Harry.

"What has haunted you?" I questioned.

He rubbed the back of his hand before I placed his hands in his pocket.

"Ballistic parents, a lot more," He replied. I just took note of the slight Scottish accent he had.

I nodded and returned to where I stood before he walked back downstairs.

I inhaled deeply, I rubbed my arms, the cold was starting to get to me.

The truth was that we all had secrets, stories behind the reasons we decided to become assassins or work with a mafia Lord.

But all this would have been different if I had parents to turn.

"Hey Moore! Think fast," I heard Rodriguez behind me.

"Don't fucking call me that," I squinted my eyes at him after I turned to see the him. He still walked towards me with full force.

He closed the gap that existed in front of me.

"I'm sorry I forgot you were divorced. Then you don't need this," He revealed before he yanked the silver jewelry that laid on neck.

I cried out in pain as the friction bruised me a little. I held my neck as shot a glare at the idiot. This is the part where I hoped looks could kill.

"What the fuck Rodriguez!" I yelled at him as he walked to the edge. I searched my body to check if I still had my little pocket knife with me but I saw it in his hands.

Fuck!

"You don't need it Vivian! Forget about the past!" He yelled before he did more damage to the jewelry and threw it outside.

"What the fuck is your problem!" I pounced towards him. I wrapped my hands around his neck and it was pointless because he hit my ribs and I let go and fell to the floor I groaned in pain as I rolled on the cold ground.

"What Vivian? You haven't forgotten about him? You still miss him?" He taunted.

At this point I wished I had a gun so I could shoot off his head and watch it roll on the ground. I concentrated on my breathing before I stood up. The last time I got too angry it didn't end well.

"I forgot about that bastard a long time ago," I said through gritted teeth. I walked toward him and he wasn't intimidated by my stance.

"Then why are you fighting over a necklace that he gave you?" He retaliated and I moved back.

"Why would just fine over here and cut of my freaking necklace, almost as if you had been waiting for this opportunity?!" I jeered.

"Right? You still love the bastard and hope you two will get back together, I knew it!" He said.

"Shut the fuck up Rodriguez or I'll shoot you when I get the chance," I warned, I was ready to do it.

"You're a fucking pussy that cannot even kill her own ex husband and now you want to kill the legendary Rodriguez?" He cackled.

My noise flared and my hair was loose from the tie. It fell on my face, I forgot about the pain in my rib and walked toward him.

"Bet," I said as I stared at him dead in the eyes.

He bent and brought out a gun from the lower pocket of his trouser and handed it to me with force.

"Shoot me bitch, Shoot me and price to me that you're not a pussy that is scared of killing her lover," He spat before he moved closer to me with barely any space in the middle.

I moved the gun to his head and i pulled the trigger.