1 Chapter 1: PAST (Part-1)

It is a windy night in New York City; the trees swish, and windows shudder like a storm. Not even a single soul can be found in the streets.

It is the easternmost zone of the city where there is the famous building - the west organization that has been going insanely famous for its business setups for the last few years. The west organization is specialized in recruiting spies for legal operations, in which even the government does its business at some point to get various kinds of information.

Of course, there are two sides to every coin, so it was nothing new about the west organization; the organization also worked as an illegal faction that my team and I were hired to investigate. We were paid in advance for this job because an investigation about the west organization was a ticket to death, and no one was ready to do it.

I was given the job because of my reputation; I am known as a fearsome assassin in the underworld, and there was not even a single job that I couldn't complete. But this job seemed challenging, so I thought of forming a team, and that's how my team started working on this job. The planning for the investigation of the organization was still ongoing.

BUT THEN, JUST HOW AM I, ELLA BOONE, KNOWN TO BE THE FEARSOME ASSASSIN IN THIS CONDITION?

[Time: 2:39 AM. Current location: the easternmost zone of the city, in the west organization. Reason: she went on the rampage. Physical condition: she is covered in blood, and her black cloak was drenched in blood, but not all was her's; she has three gunshots in her body - one in her right hand, the second on the left shoulder, and the third in the foot. And a few wounds from knife-like sharp objects. Head- injured because she was hit several times on the same spot. Mental condition: confusion, chaos and somewhat memory loss.]

'AHHH' [giving a long sigh] my head hurts, oh well, of course, it hurts, it is swelling. And not only my head but my whole body is in pain. By the looks of it, I possibly won't make it alive from here; my body is incorrigibly injured. [The room was filled with dead bodies, all cruelty slaughtered.]

First, I at least wanted to die in a fluffy and warm space, umm, let's see here, there seems to be a sofa, but it pains me to move my body, never mind, I will just compromise and stay here.

Thinking about it, this is the first time I have been so injured that I am on the verge of death. What the hell was I even thinking when I entered the door of my enemy, and that, too, was unplanned. Oh, wait, my brain was a mess to even think anything straight, the only thing my brain did was to bring me here, and then I went on a rampage and started killing whoever came my way.

But what was I so frustrated about? 'oww' my head, I can't remember anything; why did I go on a rampage?

Haa... haha [she finally lost it]; why do I remember my father's words on my deathbed.

He was a man I never looked at like a father. I always saw him as some type of monster because I have seen how he works, and that's also how the rumours describe him, but whoever saw him with my mother would go into utter shock.

That father of mine loved and treasured my mother a lot, which was the only reason I could accept him as a father. My mother died when I was ten years old. My father couldn't take it very well. He went into depression and was always at work, rarely home. He thought he could immerse himself in work so he wouldn't feel so emotional, but he became even more pathetic after my mother was gone.

He was not the only one who felt that way; I also loved and cared for my mother. I stopped going to school, didn't meet any friends, and stayed locked inside the house. On one rare day, my father came home; I told him I wanted to be an assassin just like him and asked him to train me.

He hesitated at first and spoke, disagreeing with my statement, "your mother will cry in heaven if she hears the news that her cute little daughter wants to do something this dangerous."

"Mom will also cry if she hears that the love of her life is in this pathetic condition," I argued.

He laughed a little for the first time in three months. Three months have already passed since my mother is no longer with us.

"I see you are all set on your decision and won't back off, no matter what I might say?" he questioned.

He always had a reason to hate me; whatever I did was something he opposed, plus he hated himself, and I looked so much like him, same sharp brown eyes and golden hair merged with brown. Apart from my personality, everything comes from him, especially this killing intent, it's so strong that sometimes even I get scared of myself. If given a chance, I would enjoy killing someone.

"Try me on, old man", as that was the only thing I was left with; with mom gone, I aggressively spoke.

"Heh, as stubborn as your mother, I see," he said proudly and added, "Let's see if you got what is needed".

He taught me well, for I became an assassin; people feared hearing the name. My father also died a few years back, as my mother died in a car accident.

I still clearly remember what he said to me " kid, never, I repeat 'NEVER' be a fool like me and make anyone important in your life, it's gonna hurt when they leave." and added, "if you find someone, make sure you protect them, not like me, got it."