Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy 7 or the Turks. Shoot it.
A/N: Here it is and it took less than week. Aren't you proud of me? I'd really like to hear your thoughts about this chapter, especially about the "second time she killed... part", there is something that bugs me but I can't determine what it is. Edit: Added a sentence. Maybe it makes more sense now. Of course, I would be delighted if you shared your thoughts about other chapters too... Last chapter will take longer than this since I'm going to move in few days and start as an art student. Quite exiting. Don't worry, I have already started writing it.
K as in Killing
The first time Elena killed, she learned how terrifyingly easy it was.
She had been officially a Turk for less than a week when the order for an assassination came. Even with all the disturbances with the AVALANCHE going on, the Turks still had their regular SOLDIER candidate hunting as well as the more questionable jobs to complete. The prospect of ending a human life in mere hours brought nervous twitch in Elena's movements.
However, as she gazed down at her target (Thalia Den, female, 36 years old, illegal arms smuggler, widow with two young daughters. Elena had felt it her duty to at least know whose life she was taking. ) and pulled the trigger, she didn't find it nauseating or hard thing to do. With morbid curiosity, she simply watched the blood spurt and the body fall to the floor. Elena turned briskly and exited the building with Tseng clasping her shoulder gently.
The second time Elena killed, she learned that the aftermath wasn't always pleasant.
The evening following the mission was foggy but she could remember breaking down in front of her two seniors. She had cried hysterically while Rude had silently rubbed soothing circles on her back trying to calm her down. "You just aren't drowning in blood yet, so you'd better enjoy it while it lasts," Reno had said quietly offering a glass of whiskey with his unbroken arm. She had gulped it down, almost choking in the progress and demanded more. Somehow, taking a life more than once made the experience more real and harder to ignore compared to the first time when she was enveloped in a dreamlike calm.
The third time Elena killed, she did it with a grim satisfaction.
After all, she rather shot down a person (name: unknown, gender: male, occupation: unknown, family: unknown, and frankly, she couldn't have cared less.) than watch her superior come to harm.
Next ( and last) chapter: S as in Stealing. Thank you for reading, clicking the review button will gift you with cookies. Homebaked virtual cookies, no less. :D