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Black Equation - The Deceived Ones (Watty Awards 2012 Finalist)

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Since I received such a good response from the past chapters, here’s another mind-boggling upload. It's my longest chapter! Yay! *cheers* Enjoy and thank you very much! Don’t forget to VOTE AND COMMENT; it actually urges me to post faster.

 

 
 

Number Twelve

 

 
 

It was weird.

 Krad eyed the brightly lit alleys and the bustling streets, intrigued and puzzled at the same time as Anna – a girl of mere seventeen years – chattered about her few fond memories of her recently deceased father. Her eyes were red from crying, and despite the impossibility, they even got worse as soon as he handed over the blue gift to his target’s daughter. Even her mother could not stop her tears as she listened to Krad’s invented stories regarding her husband.

 Hacking Creed’s Intel of the man was easy; he made sure the breach would not be traced back to him or his IP address. Because of his thorough study of his target, not to mention his stalking episode of a few days, he could pretend to have known the man for years. Both daughter and wife bought his story – that he specifically travelled to New York from Vegas just to deliver his dear friend’s last wish – a gift to his beloved daughter.

 That’s when the waterworks started.

 Krad couldn’t understand even a bit of what’s happening around him. He couldn’t comprehend why these people sitting with him in his rented limousine were crying this badly. Could a single man really garner this kind of reaction?

 His target didn’t deserve his family’s affection; he was evil. He was killing people. He was helping others kill people. Innocent people.  Anna and her mother shouldn’t grieve. They should rejoice and be thankful he’s gone. Krad did the world a favor, a huge favor. Safety and security.

 So what’s the matter with this people?

The entire time, he felt like an actor on stage. Always pretending, never fitting in. He imagined himself in their position. What if he lost a relative? Someone close and cherished? Someone he looked up to? Would he cry? Would he regret not spending more time with him or her?

 He couldn’t visualize it. He had no family. He couldn’t remember his father and mother. He had no idea whether he had siblings. He never had any parental guidance or a figure he could treat as one. There were always the agents with him and his trainer, but they were dispensable; he wouldn’t blink an eye at their demise. All he knew was that he was trained to finish missions. He existed to accomplish his assignments. He had a manual to follow, an order to issue, and filth to clean. There was nothing more.

He lived to serve the Master.

Was there something else for him?

He was nothing but a tool, an instrument for the greater good of mankind. There was nothing more fulfilling than that, right? Then why did he feel discontented? Why was it as if he lost something vital? What was it he’s missing?

Before he killed his target back in Vegas, he felt something stir in him. It was merely a spark, but it was definitely there. Something he knew that would fill in the void. He didn’t know what it was or what caused it. All he knew was that it was triggered by the man’s fondness for his daughter.

It was the reason why he was here in New York. He wanted to know more about it. Maybe Anna held the answer. Even if she didn’t, it wouldn’t matter; at least he tried. After all, he loved challenges. He liked solving puzzles. He wouldn’t stop even if he had to put his life on the stake.

It was an obsession.

“Oh Daniel, are you sure about this?” Mrs. Adamson asked as they stepped out of the limousine. He tilted his head in response to his fake name. They were right in front of a luxurious hotel. “I don’t feel at ease at all…maybe I should head back.”

Krad smiled in a placating manner, something he perfected in front of a mirror. “Don’t worry Daisy. Harry had a few friends here. He wanted you to come. You also need a change of ambience. The funeral had been agonizing for everyone, most of all you.”

“Yes, I understand,” the woman stammered, “but a party of this level is too much. And my eyes are swollen from crying – “

Krad took her daughter, Anna, by the waist and inclined his head to the valet as he interrupted Mrs. Adamson’s rambling. “Don’t worry. I have everything prepared. Just enjoy the night. Also, it’s a masquerade party. I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourselves.”

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