HITMAN
Nika
Place I was raised, they didn't give us names… they gave us numbers. Mine was… 47.
Shouldn't have revealed my name to her… but I trust her so much.
I told you to leave her alone… Should have listened…
Why am I talking to a dead assassin? He's dead, another of the orphans that came from the same place as I. And why have I put it upon myself to keep him from shooting her? Never did that before…
Spent about a million on a vineyard for her. What the hell? Expensive gifts? She probably expects me to go to her. She had it written all over her with tears in her eyes on the train.
I'll always be a hitman… never to see her again… my first true friend, that I could care for, drive around, take to dinner, and buy expensive vineyards for. For the first time in my life I'm experiencing things I can't explain... What some people call love. I see it everywhere. Men and women putting their lips together, holding hands, holding each other. I never had that kind of thing. Sure, I love lots of things… My chrome AMT Hardballers, my Blaser R93 sniper rifle, my fibre wire. I love money when I work hard for it. Never loved a female before. From my experiences in life, it must be a good thing. Sex. That's supposedly the way humans procreate. I hear it feels good. Nika tried something like that on me… I syringed her. It made me nervous. Should have given it a try… but I don't dwell on it. I love my job too much to let things get in the way. But then again, I should visit her. I don't know why I let my feelings get in my line of work….
NIKA….
I LOVE HER…..