Previously on "The assassins curse"
"When do I start?"
"Two days from now. You leave midnight tomorrow,"
Y/n nods heading towards the door.
"Y/n" her father says
She turns.
"Don't let me down."
She nods again before heading out.
Davids POV
"He was nothing to me. Neither are you" then she walked away with the Agent.
I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.
I could tell if she actually meant it.
She was serious about a lot of things. And I'm her brother, her biological brother.
And yet she tells me that I'm nothing to her.
David knew that she was just mad and confused.
But he just couldn't fathom the idea of why being caring was so bad for her.
Like why couldn't she be a normal ass teenager.
She's fucking fifteen this shouldn't be her life!
I'm only a year older, but I will always feel protective of her.
It makes me realize that nothing is normal.
People who are born and raised a certain way are normal. It's just their "normal"
And our normal is sadly being raised with high agents in an industry that we don't even know is good.
Me and Vicky would always talk about how we weren't sure whether our job was right or wrong.
She often vented to me about how she would have rather died in the fire along with her parents.
I knew she was glad to have grown up with me and y/n.
But she never wanted this life, even though she had no experience with any other lifestyle.
David always understood where she was coming from.
He always felt close to her even when they weren't officially together.
He laughs at it now, but he can remember when they were younger they always made fun of eachother.
He remembers at one point they both despised each other.
But it wasn't until we went on our first mission together that we became close.
When they were together the sudden gap that filled his chest was filled with her love and compassionate self.
He felt happy and her presence was all he needed to keep him sane.
Y/n and David were never really that close. Their relationship was more protective than caring.
Of course he always cares for his younger sister.
But she never showed all that much towards him.
Of course he knew she loved him...in her own way.
But they stood up for each other.
A direct quote from her when she was six and he was seven.
"I'm the only one that can hurt you. No one will or can replace me"
.
He always laughed at this. She was always a handful. But she did truly have a special place for him and Vicky.
Vicky was the only one to make her more compatible.
Even though y/n never wanted to admit it.
And it was suddenly now that David wondered about what y/n had said.
About being "soft".
He smiled at the idea that Vicky most likely had planted that seed in her.
It was crazy how y/n didn't seem to notice or even think of the idea.
She is the deadliest assassin. At least in our industry.
And to places we've had missions on.
She always got a thrill when she got to go one.
We've only ever been on at least five together in our life together.
Out of the both of us it was obvious who our father liked better.
And David didn't mind.
Our father and y/n shared more qualities and relations rather than him.
He is thankful that he didn't inherit his fathers personality.
He also often thought about his mom. Unsure of what she was like. He had never met her, nor has y/n met her either. But y/n always says she was glad about it. That she'd rather have her father.
But I always told her that that's because she only ever knew our father.
However she always insists on always choosing him over anyone.
Constantly trying to please our father she clung to him like a leach. Doing everything she possibly could.
It was in the back of his mind that their dad was using her.
He didn't doubt that it wasn't true.
But he knew that their father loved them. Despite everything.
Maybe even if it was buried deep down.
And that's why it hurt when y/n had said that he was nothing to her.
Even though he knew she didn't mean it.
At least hoping so.
But even if she did, all that mattered was that he cared for her.
But it still didn't extinguish the slightest bit of anger Wehling up inside him.
He did a lot for y/n that she never took notice to and probably never.
Y/n POV
Y/n is in her room pondering.
If she and David successfully bring back the object, that means whatever empathy or emotion she had before will now be gone.
There was an uneasy feeling in her stomach.
She couldn't take it back.
It was only a matter of time before that would happen.
She and David leave tomorrow at midnight.
That's when the mission begins.
She couldn't help but feel nervous jitters.
She hated being weak.
It was so unsettling. But she wasn't worried. It would soon be gone.
Only...she doesn't quite know what she will be like when she does take away her emotions.
A sad feeling washes over her. She won't feel anything for David or Vicky.
Or maybe she will?.
Y/n doesn't know how it will turn out, or how much she won't be able to care.
All these sudden emotions started the day Vicky left for her mission.
She put it off to the side then, but it only grew.
Now she was overwhelmed.
And something in the back of her mind felt guilty for killing Griffin.
She couldn't understand why.
Why now?
She thought to herself.
She just hoped these emotions wouldn't interfere with the mission.
She needed to focus.
However she knows she couldn't tell David about her decision.
He would hate her. And normally she wouldn't care. But the feeling of guilt builds up and she melts to her knees.
She felt a pain in her stomach.
She wasn't sure what was happening right now.
Suddenly it was actually pain.
Trying to grab whatever she could around her she tried gasping for air.
She was truly scared.
Tears started rolling down her eyes uncontrollably.
The pain was ripping everything inside of her.
She grabs her side.
Suffering she knelt to her side and cried.
Seconds later the unbearable pain went away but replaced with a sudden sadness and frustration.
Gasping for air she clung to her lungs.
"W-what t-the Fuck!" She exclaimed loudly.
She let out breaths of air. The pain only lasted a minute but it felt like forever.
She lifts her hand to feel the warm tears stains on her cheek.
Disgusted she goes into the bathroom and washes her hands.
Y/n looks up into the mirror and quickly rinses her face.
Gripping the sides of the sink. She let out another breath.
Staying there for a few moments she turns to her towel and dries her face off before groaning.
Shit, my mascara.
Annoyed, she rubbed the extra mascara stains around her eyes and reached into her pouch she keeps on her counter and brushed her eyelashes with mascara.
"I really need to get waterproof mascara."
She said aloud to herself.
Maybe she would pick some up on her mission tomorrow.
But her thoughts over what happened before overflowed in her mind.
She couldn't explain what happened to her, only that it was really painful.
Not wanting to think about it a second longer she changes into her workout clothes.
And heads to the training room to let off some steam.
Skip forwards
Y/n spent four hours working out constantly thinking about what happened, the mission she had to go on, whether she should tell David about what she was going to do...
Everything seemed so complicated.
All she wanted was to be back to her normal self, not some sappy ass bitch who feels...feelings.
It upset her so much.
She tried thinking about everything she's done "wrong" before. But she felt no remorse towards anything.
It was so confusing.
She felt no remorse towards anything and yet she felt like she was caring too much even feeling guilt!!!.
She never felt anything like it.
"Unbelievable" she said under her breath.
Minutes later different teenagers and agents went to workout as well.
"Ugh" she said louder than she would have wanted.
Some of the guys looked over at her and she cringed.
What the fuck!?. Since when did I ever give a shit!
She changed her mind. She couldn't wait till she could change her emotions.
"Aww. Look, the bitch assassin can't handle human interaction." It was Alex who spoke, making a pouting face.
Everyone around him snickered except for a few.
Some knew not to even glance at her.
Feeling like y/n wanted to rip his throat out she smiled.
I'm so glad I haven't lost my side
Walking towards him sweetly she smiled.
She was going to enjoy this.
And as if they expected this they got into a semi fight position not sure whether she was going to do something.
Looking at them for a second she breezes past them.
Walking to the door about leave until she heard Alex say.
"Aww. She's afraid."
She stopped.
Well she couldn't say she didn't give them a chance.
Smiling, she turned around and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back.
He cringed.
"Bitch!"
She lifted his arm higher.
The other guy came at her but she kicked him in his balls while still holding onto the other guy.
"Now!" She says loudly making sure everyone can hear. "You have five seconds to decide whether you want me to break your arm or your face."
"What!"
"Your fucking insane!"
"Wrong answer!" She yelled and lifted his arm higher, dislocating it.
Alex fell to the ground wincing.
His shoulder was drawn back into a painful position.
If he were to somehow push it the wrong way it would break.
She turned to the guy she kicked.
He cringed a little uneasy.
"You." She says pointing at him.
Everyone was watching a bit shocked. Some were afraid to even move, others just watching for entertainment.
"You can either have me break your nose or break his arm."
He turns to Alex.
"What!?" He winced once he yelled. He was still on the floor with his arm twisted. " you didn't break it!" He said wincing again.
She smiled. Having a bit of fun.
The guy still didn't answer.
Very slowly she asked. "What's your name? I haven't seen you before."
"A-adam." He said stuttering.
Hmm, probably a new recruit.
"Well, Adam." She said emphasizing his name. " you have five seconds to decide"
His eyes widened.
"1" she counted.
He looked from Alex to her.
"2"
He shook his head "what hell is this!" He exclaimed.
"3"
He was shocked not knowing who the hell this girl was.
"Who the fuck are you!?"
People around snorted, some laughed aloud. Some looked uneasy.
"4" she continued.
"Ok!ok! H-h-his a-arm" he said pointing at Alex.
"What the fuck man!" Alex yelled.
Y/n smiled once more before punching Adam so hard in the nose.
She broke it a little more hard than she was going to before.
"First of all, Adam." She says squatting down. " I know you're new here and all but we face our fights like a man. We don't call backsies because we're scared."
She got closer to him. " There's no such thing as being scared." She said more menacingly.
"And second. I'm y/n. And you better fucking watch it. Or you won't just end up with a broken nose. You'll end up like Griffin. Too bad he isn't here to tell the tail."
And with that she left each one of them gasping.
Those who knew Griffin didn't know he was dead.
Most people didn't know he was dead at all.
But now they did. And now they knew that I did it.
She didn't give a shit though.
They should be scared.