When The Pawn Breaks

Chapter 1

Mission: Eliminate through sniping.
Target: Kim Soo Chan
Others: Leave no traces of evidence

Typical file again, I sigh. No age, no occupation, no nationality and no religion. It's almost as if I'm killing someone blindly, something I've already gotten used to over the past few years of being in this industry. Spying through the zoomed in view of the rifle, I continue watching as the Father of 3 tucks his children into sleep. The cold blasting wind leaving no effect on me, as I laid dangerously on the edge of the rooftop on another building, my finger on the trigger. Anytime now.

Now! My finger pulled onto the trigger as a sharp metallic bullet pierced through the air, cutting into the glass of their house and finding its way into the skull of the Father, lodged deeply inside.

I don't stay to see what I've done as i start packing the delicate life-taking gun back into its casing. As I made my way back, I turned back, something I've never done and shouldn't have done. The sight triggers a myriad of emotions crashing into my void of consciousness, something I've never experienced and had been trained to not have.

The oldest child of 3, a girl, probably at the tender age of 13, collapses before her Father, cradling his head in her arms, as blood pools around him, staining her arms in the process as she bawls her eyes out, her father no longer alive. It was as if I was transported to the past when I was just 7, watching my parents fall to the ground lifelessly, a bullet wedged dead centre into both their skulls. An image I thought I had forgotten and never wanted to see it again. What am I doing? Doing onto others what I once experienced. Putting others through the same pain I had been through once. Was this what my parents would have wanted? Would that girl ever know who killed her Father? Would I ever know who killed my parents? I think only one person knows the answer to that.

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I slammed open the mahagony office door, any regard for my boss thrown away to the wind.

"Who killed my parents?" I asked dead calmness, storming towards the man clad in a suit, who was sitting in front of his desk. His eyes donning on a pair of rectangular black glasses, never leaving the paperwork in his hands.

"Why the sudden question?"

"Answer. My. Question." I gritted out, this time slightly agitated at his unwillingness to answer me.

"I don't know." He brushed off simply, giving no care while focusing on his paperwork.

"Why do you think someone would kill my parents for?" When I was met with dead silence, I continued, "You can give me information to kill others, but you can't tell me who killed my parents?"

He pretended as if he never heard that.

"Alright then, let me ask you a simple question then. One you would definitely be able to answer. Why did you want me to kill that Father for? What did he do towards the company that you wanted him dead?"

"It was for the good of the company, Emilia, you know that."

I slammed my palms down onto the table , having enough of the 'for the good of the company' nonsense, finally having his full attention.

"What about the others? The others that you used me to kill? Was it for the good of the company too? What did they even do?"

He took of his glasses, his dark brown orbs staring into mine deadly, seemingly reminding me that he was the boss here. "Watch your attitude and behaviour Emilia. You are allowing you emotions and feelings to get in the way of your missions."

"Then answer any of my goddamn questions!" I slammed my hands down onto the table, gripping onto the sides so harshly, my nails turned white.

"Looks like you need a reminder of your first lesson here." He pressed a button on the phone at the edge of the table, summoning his one of his men. "Bring Emilia down to the Punishment room, she needs to learn how to control her emotions."

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That was how I found myself, sitting on the chair in the Punishment room, my head connected to many electrical wires, sending painful electrical shockwaves for every emotion the torture machine could detect in my mind. Something I swore on myself years ago, when I just joined the company, to never experience it again. Something that always kept me constantly in check of my emotions. Yet here I was again.

Maybe I am just nothing but a pawn. Like a soldier in a war, used to kill and eliminate others. Even if the pawn is killed, it means nothing to them, for they have more pawns to control over. Succeeding in my mission, gives me another day to live. Failing in my mission means death or worse. Did I really make the right choice ten years ago?
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After God knows how Long, I was finally taken out of the chair, so weak I could barely stand, my hair on its ends from the amount of electrical current pulsing through me. I was wheeled out and back into the small space I call my room. Any image of me being the company's best assassin thrown out of the window, replaced with a pathetic girl, so weak that she can't even stand on her own, reminding me of who I once was. The company's way of showing and taming that they were the one who made me who I am today.

It was not even within an hour before another Mission file was shoved beneath the gap under my door. Talk about being a pawn. After getting punished, and barely being able to stand up now, before I'm getting sent into the battlefield again. Sighing, I opened up the file again. Little did the company know, that they had just spoon fed me, the key to finding the truth about my parents death, which they used all means to hide away from me.

I smirked to myself, a perfect plan formulating in my head.

The pawn was finally taking over.

They won't even know what hit them.