Thursday, September 25, 2014

These Strange Feelings.

Tonight, one of the Assassins caught up with me. It was her, Cassia.

While I had some free time, I searched up as much information as I could and there was nothing horrible that she did, in fact, if I didn't know this woman was hell bent on revenge, I'd think she's a saint: running a business which helps disabled children. She grew up with her father "Mennonite" on the farm, which is where I assume she learned how to shoot.

She was able to sneak into my apartment, good thing I wasn't sleeping, we had a short encounter, through which she was able to figure out that I wasn't the real Incognito, as soon as she figured that out, she stopped fighting me and simply asked me, where Incognito was.

As some of you know, I'm not a creature of many words, she knew that, so she didn't waste her time with me, she was about to leave and then, my first words:

"You shouldn't ruin your life over revenge."

That made her stop.

"He's in The Path, you can't get to him."

She stood there for a few minutes, suddenly she turns around and points a gun at me, tears running down her eyes.

"Don't you tell me what I should and shouldn't do! Who are you to tell me about revenge!? You don't know what it's like!"

"You're right, I don't. I was created as a mindless being, who's purpose was to kill for The Eye, a perfect soldier. I didn't and don't have anybody who cares about me, nor did I have anybody to lose, so yes, I don't know how it feels, along with many other things I don't know about."

Tears in her eyes still running.

"However, I was molded after a man who's path was made of vengeance, look where that got him. A lifetime of endless suffering, you want to end up like him?"

"I am nothing like him!"

"That's not what you said when you were tied up to the chair."

Silence, more tears, her hands start shaking, eventually she drops the gun and collapses onto her knees crying. My first instinct should have been to kick the gun away, tackle her and knock her out, use the opportunity to escape...

That wasn't it. Instead, I knelt down beside her and offered her my shoulder.

This is when I realized, even though I was brought into this world unnaturally, even though I was molded after a man who is craving murder and war, I was not him. I realized that a long time ago, when I refused to shoot him and he kicked me out of the team, but at that point, that was the only distinction between us. All this time on my own, I traveled around the world, taking down all sorts of scum, just because I thought it was my purpose, after all, I was created for Justice. However, killing didn't bring me a feeling of fulfillment, however, this moment, when I tried to help her, I felt it, the feeling of doing something right.

This is when I realized, I don't want to kill people because they deserve it, I want to help people who deserve it, just like I did that night.

She fell asleep on my shoulder, she's been tracking me for the past couple of weeks non-stop. She's currently sleeping on my bed, while I'm waiting for the second assassin.

As for Incognito, I don't know what he's status is, he told me that he'd let me know if he's dead, or alive. So far, I heard nothing from him.

Mendella out.


  1. Replies
    1. I always knew how to talk, I just didn't have any reason to speak before.

    2. Well anyway, the reason you don't get satisfaction from killing criminals is probably 'cause it doesn't work, doesn't get rid of crime, doesn't address the problem, just doesn't work as a solution. It doesn't protect or avenge innocents at all, doesn't bring anyone peace, it just doesn't do anything really. So yeah.