Bittersweet Revenge
A One-shot Fiction
As the flames engulfs the dormitory in the early morning. The Agency is quite as bodies of once members or staffs of the SWA litters the whole area. Slowly, he move across the area step by step, watching of what remains of Section two's finest junior operatives and their handlers. With the M92F Beretta in his hand, he slaughtered both his friends as well as his handler. He knows what he's doing, and he knows it's what he wanted.
Vengeance
"The Russian girl and her handler…" he start as he pass through the bodies of his victims
"The silent one and her partner…the dark snow white and her prince…the sick girl and her care taker…the young girl and her brother…the lonely little farmer…"
He stops his steps as he came across the last; smothered in blood and still alive. Holding her empty sniper rifle tight, she squirms as he come closer and closer towards her. His pistol's screaming for the last victim as he drew closer and closer. He stops his step as he look down towards her who, without a doubt, began shivering in fear as she was left alone in the area. Her handler is none, and his body lies lifeless besides her with a deep hole carved in his temple.
"And the French girl…" he said lowering himself and embraces her tight
"Don't worry…everything will be fine…I'm here…"
"W-who…are you?" she asks dropping her weapon
"You forget about me…?"
He starts whispering to her ear. Whispering of when they first met and they're talk. His voice is alien to her, but slowly, it turns into something familiar and comfortable. Slowly she eases her tenses and began breathing lightly as he continues whispering his tale. He smile softly, continuing his tale with her hanging in his arm, and his Beretta clutched to his left. He finishes his tale soon after…
"…And you shot me…point blank."
"…Emilio…" she recall "I-I'm so sorry…I-I have no choice…it's an order…!"
"Its ok…its ok…what's done is done…"
"Emilio, I'm so sorry…!"
"It's ok…I'm here…stay calm…I'll be here…thank you for making me like this, Rico…" Rico eases herself to be comfortable in Emilio's arms as he grin a devilish grin
"…goodbye…"
Three shots rang through out the whole area. Three empty cases fell to the concrete floor as the victim gasps from the surprise. Rico breathes heavily as she feels her holed stomach; as well as the killer's weapon close by. She looks up to his face and with her bloodied hand, smoothers his face with her blood as she slowly lose sight of what she's facing. He slowly moves closer to her and kisses her goodnight as she close her eyes sighs her last breath.
"It only took a look at your face to make me remembered what happened to me." He lowers her body, placing both of her hands above her wound before he walk away
"It doesn't have to end like this if we never met in the first place…"
-Finn-