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car, and you get the picture.
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Chapter 3: Remorse
'We're doing this to benefit mankind. Only one person has to die each day to save our civilization.'
"Hello. It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" The man didn't say anything. He continued on, as if I wasn't even there. I looked at Nicholas, and he motioned me to follow him. I could tell again by his eyes, that he troubled by something.
"I'm guessing that man out there is more devoted to the church than you are, huh," I joked.
Silence..
He didn't attempt to counter my joke. Instead, he brought me to his office in the back of the church. It was filled with books and such. But, there was one thing that stood in view. His infamous cross punisher stood still next to the windowsill. I know people thought of it as a prop from the play that happens every year, which frightens me due to the fact that children play with it, but it's more of a weapon equipped with its own set of guns. * Chuckles * I told you he wasn't a saint. I sat on a chair, and looked at him as he lit a cigarette.
"You shouldn't associate with others outside the org." He said simply. I saw this conversation going nowhere.
"And why's that?" He shot me a cold look. I loved being the smart ass.
"The less people that know us, the better chance at survival we have." He was right. The Org, I forgot to mention but it should've been common sense, is a secret organization. Our assassins are well trained and have more than 6000 identities to choose from. I stared at him, and decided that it was time to go.
"I can survive on my own, thank you very much." I got up and headed for the door, hoping that the man was still out there. But I knew my lecture was far from over.
"You should drop the dream of meeting Mr. Right, Meryl. It's nothing more than a sick fantasy." I could feel him staring at me, and I knew he was only doing this for my own good. But, being the person I am, I ignored his stupid remark.
"I don't need your advice on how to run my life, Padre," I said simply.
I opened the door, but then one little comment just slipped through his lips.
"God have mercy on your poor wretched soul, bitch." I slammed the door behind me. Stupid prick. What does he know? And what God? As far as I'm concerned, I was alone in this world, and this 'church' was just something to reassure my fears. While walking out to the door leading to the outside world, I saw that man again.
Surprise.surprise..
He was standing at the altar, looking at his fingers. I observed as he started to mouth some words, but I couldn't hear anything. Tears rolled down his cheek as he brought a ring into view. It was beautiful yet familiar. I looked at my own hand to find that same exact ring on my finger. Maybe this was meant to be. I walked up to the man, and decided to start conversation over again.
"Hello! It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"
No answer. I was getting really annoyed. I hate being ignored.
"I said hello! Couldn't you just say something back? Are you that rude?" He stared at me with cold eyes that pierced into my soul.
"Leave me alone. How's that?"
I was shocked. No man, no man has ever talked that way to Meryl Strife. Maybe I was loosing my touch. But, while I was debating it, he was leaving the church.
"Hey! Where the hell do you think you're going?"
I ran after him. For 20 minutes, I followed him around every corner, street, and whatever else is in the city. That is, until he stopped in front of a fenced park. Actually it was the place where we all would eventually call our 'final home'. The cemetery. He turned around and faced me. I was taken back by his look. He looked incredibly handsome, yet he was so incredibly sad.
"Look, I asked you to leave me alone. So, can't you do me this one favor?" Anger boiled inside me as he kept this up.
"Ask? You just shot me that stupid comment. I just wanted to be friendly." His face turned a shade of red, and I knew I was close to pushing some buttons.
"Friendly? You call stalking and bothering someone 'friendly'?"
I ignored him and walked straight in. I passed by a grave, then two. Now, I was getting really scared. I then stopped, out of full coincidence, in front of my most recent target's grave. Rem Saverem. Her flowers were new, and I never knew her birthday was the same day as mine. I stood there, remembering how she begged for her life.
Rain. . .
The tears from heaven fell as my own sinful tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt an ache in my heart telling me that I did this; I took this woman away from every single person that loved and cherished her. I had taken away her life, her future. But, Legato's words came to mind once more.
'We're doing this to benefit mankind. Only one person has to die each day to save our civilization.'
What a sick bastard. I now started to realize that everything I thought was right was now just the opposite. That what I was doing was destroying mankind. How could I have been so stupid? My hair, soaked with rain, covered my face as I sobbed quietly in my grave, silently beggin for forgiveness. The droplets of rain fell like a bunch of rocks trying to aim towards me. Suddenly, I felt something shielding my head from the abuse.
"Did you know her?"
I turned to see the young man holding out an umbrella towards me. I plastered a smile on my face.
"She was.a friend," was all I could say. He smiled such a sad smile, and he walked away. I followed him again, this time to a bar just down the road. When we walked in, all commotion stopped, and there were shocked looks on their faces. What can I say? I am beautiful.
"Vash.we didn't know you'd move on so quickly," one businessman said. The name was familiar.
"She's just a friend of Rem's, Marty. She came on a late flight from the airport." My eyes widened.
"Vash...Vash I'm sorry..."
Stupid bitch still tortures me even after death. . .
"Oh really? Well, we all feel your pain, little lady. I came here a day after the funeral." I could tell the old man was drunk. Before I could acknowledge what he said, I felt someone hold my hand and leading me to an empty table. I saw it was Vash, the fiancé of the dead girl, the last person she thought of before she died. We ordered our drinks, and the sadness of moments before appeared again.
"So, were you invited to the wedding?" That was a shocker. The jolt appeared again. . . this woman was about to get married and I took her away from this man.
"Uh. . . no. Rem and I were. . . we lost contact over the years."
"Oh. I'm sorry for being rude earlier. My name's Vash." He held out his hand, expecting a handshake or something. I just stood there, silent and shocked. This was not the type of meeting I had expected. I silently cursed at the bitch whom I had killed. I bet she had planned this with the big guy up there. . .
"And you are? Hello, still alive over there?" I woke up from my trance to see him staring at me. I smiled, and shook his hand.
"Meryl.Meryl Strife. Nice to meet you." The waiter came back with our drinks, and here we were, talking about some dead woman. He started to tell me about how he met Rem. She was doing part time service at St. George's Mental Health clinic up the road. He was visiting his brother, Knives. Wow, what a strange way to meet. I started to make up lies about Rem and I being 'best friends' in high school. We talked for what seemed a good hour about Rem. I soon started to realize why this man loved her, and what a great person she really was. Just because she was a politician, it didn't mean that she was corrupted. Now, I started to wonder why I was ordered to kill her. But while I was pondering about this, Vash got up again and headed for the door.
-+A.N+- So, how'd I do? I've redone the first 2 chapters, and as I said before, ch. 4 is coming real soon. Please R&R so I'd know where my weaknesses are at. Flame me, if you wish, but please provide a valid reason. C'mon! I wanna know what I'm doin wrong. Anywais, thanks to those who did review so far. I really appreciate everything. K, gotta go. L8er!
Angelik- Nikole
~+Newfound Glory+~
Chapter 3: Remorse
'We're doing this to benefit mankind. Only one person has to die each day to save our civilization.'
"Hello. It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" The man didn't say anything. He continued on, as if I wasn't even there. I looked at Nicholas, and he motioned me to follow him. I could tell again by his eyes, that he troubled by something.
"I'm guessing that man out there is more devoted to the church than you are, huh," I joked.
Silence..
He didn't attempt to counter my joke. Instead, he brought me to his office in the back of the church. It was filled with books and such. But, there was one thing that stood in view. His infamous cross punisher stood still next to the windowsill. I know people thought of it as a prop from the play that happens every year, which frightens me due to the fact that children play with it, but it's more of a weapon equipped with its own set of guns. * Chuckles * I told you he wasn't a saint. I sat on a chair, and looked at him as he lit a cigarette.
"You shouldn't associate with others outside the org." He said simply. I saw this conversation going nowhere.
"And why's that?" He shot me a cold look. I loved being the smart ass.
"The less people that know us, the better chance at survival we have." He was right. The Org, I forgot to mention but it should've been common sense, is a secret organization. Our assassins are well trained and have more than 6000 identities to choose from. I stared at him, and decided that it was time to go.
"I can survive on my own, thank you very much." I got up and headed for the door, hoping that the man was still out there. But I knew my lecture was far from over.
"You should drop the dream of meeting Mr. Right, Meryl. It's nothing more than a sick fantasy." I could feel him staring at me, and I knew he was only doing this for my own good. But, being the person I am, I ignored his stupid remark.
"I don't need your advice on how to run my life, Padre," I said simply.
I opened the door, but then one little comment just slipped through his lips.
"God have mercy on your poor wretched soul, bitch." I slammed the door behind me. Stupid prick. What does he know? And what God? As far as I'm concerned, I was alone in this world, and this 'church' was just something to reassure my fears. While walking out to the door leading to the outside world, I saw that man again.
Surprise.surprise..
He was standing at the altar, looking at his fingers. I observed as he started to mouth some words, but I couldn't hear anything. Tears rolled down his cheek as he brought a ring into view. It was beautiful yet familiar. I looked at my own hand to find that same exact ring on my finger. Maybe this was meant to be. I walked up to the man, and decided to start conversation over again.
"Hello! It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"
No answer. I was getting really annoyed. I hate being ignored.
"I said hello! Couldn't you just say something back? Are you that rude?" He stared at me with cold eyes that pierced into my soul.
"Leave me alone. How's that?"
I was shocked. No man, no man has ever talked that way to Meryl Strife. Maybe I was loosing my touch. But, while I was debating it, he was leaving the church.
"Hey! Where the hell do you think you're going?"
I ran after him. For 20 minutes, I followed him around every corner, street, and whatever else is in the city. That is, until he stopped in front of a fenced park. Actually it was the place where we all would eventually call our 'final home'. The cemetery. He turned around and faced me. I was taken back by his look. He looked incredibly handsome, yet he was so incredibly sad.
"Look, I asked you to leave me alone. So, can't you do me this one favor?" Anger boiled inside me as he kept this up.
"Ask? You just shot me that stupid comment. I just wanted to be friendly." His face turned a shade of red, and I knew I was close to pushing some buttons.
"Friendly? You call stalking and bothering someone 'friendly'?"
I ignored him and walked straight in. I passed by a grave, then two. Now, I was getting really scared. I then stopped, out of full coincidence, in front of my most recent target's grave. Rem Saverem. Her flowers were new, and I never knew her birthday was the same day as mine. I stood there, remembering how she begged for her life.
Rain. . .
The tears from heaven fell as my own sinful tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt an ache in my heart telling me that I did this; I took this woman away from every single person that loved and cherished her. I had taken away her life, her future. But, Legato's words came to mind once more.
'We're doing this to benefit mankind. Only one person has to die each day to save our civilization.'
What a sick bastard. I now started to realize that everything I thought was right was now just the opposite. That what I was doing was destroying mankind. How could I have been so stupid? My hair, soaked with rain, covered my face as I sobbed quietly in my grave, silently beggin for forgiveness. The droplets of rain fell like a bunch of rocks trying to aim towards me. Suddenly, I felt something shielding my head from the abuse.
"Did you know her?"
I turned to see the young man holding out an umbrella towards me. I plastered a smile on my face.
"She was.a friend," was all I could say. He smiled such a sad smile, and he walked away. I followed him again, this time to a bar just down the road. When we walked in, all commotion stopped, and there were shocked looks on their faces. What can I say? I am beautiful.
"Vash.we didn't know you'd move on so quickly," one businessman said. The name was familiar.
"She's just a friend of Rem's, Marty. She came on a late flight from the airport." My eyes widened.
"Vash...Vash I'm sorry..."
Stupid bitch still tortures me even after death. . .
"Oh really? Well, we all feel your pain, little lady. I came here a day after the funeral." I could tell the old man was drunk. Before I could acknowledge what he said, I felt someone hold my hand and leading me to an empty table. I saw it was Vash, the fiancé of the dead girl, the last person she thought of before she died. We ordered our drinks, and the sadness of moments before appeared again.
"So, were you invited to the wedding?" That was a shocker. The jolt appeared again. . . this woman was about to get married and I took her away from this man.
"Uh. . . no. Rem and I were. . . we lost contact over the years."
"Oh. I'm sorry for being rude earlier. My name's Vash." He held out his hand, expecting a handshake or something. I just stood there, silent and shocked. This was not the type of meeting I had expected. I silently cursed at the bitch whom I had killed. I bet she had planned this with the big guy up there. . .
"And you are? Hello, still alive over there?" I woke up from my trance to see him staring at me. I smiled, and shook his hand.
"Meryl.Meryl Strife. Nice to meet you." The waiter came back with our drinks, and here we were, talking about some dead woman. He started to tell me about how he met Rem. She was doing part time service at St. George's Mental Health clinic up the road. He was visiting his brother, Knives. Wow, what a strange way to meet. I started to make up lies about Rem and I being 'best friends' in high school. We talked for what seemed a good hour about Rem. I soon started to realize why this man loved her, and what a great person she really was. Just because she was a politician, it didn't mean that she was corrupted. Now, I started to wonder why I was ordered to kill her. But while I was pondering about this, Vash got up again and headed for the door.
-+A.N+- So, how'd I do? I've redone the first 2 chapters, and as I said before, ch. 4 is coming real soon. Please R&R so I'd know where my weaknesses are at. Flame me, if you wish, but please provide a valid reason. C'mon! I wanna know what I'm doin wrong. Anywais, thanks to those who did review so far. I really appreciate everything. K, gotta go. L8er!
Angelik- Nikole
