Phase 4 of 50 I will kill you!
Flashback:
"Daddy! Daddy!" yelled young Meralia from her bedroom, she ran from her room to her fathers study.
"Daddy! Look what I made for mommy!" she exclaimed, that is when she saw the look on her fathers face.
"Milly, something terrible has happened, your mother was assassinated by Greg Elsman." He said,
"Dearka's father?" whispered Meralia, her long rust colored hair fell out of its loose braid and fell to the floor.
"Milly, you look so much like your mother," he relised for the first time. He started at the little girl of 10.
"It's just you, me and your sister now. But there is a note that she left before she went." He said and passed it to her. She read it.
"She wants me to join the E.A," she said and dropped the letter, and clenched her fist.
"Meralia, please, don't do it," said her father.
"You're much too young; I don't know what your mother was thinking-"
"No, father, sign me up for the advanced classes at the academy, I want to become an officer." She said, and stood up from her knees.
"Father!" she cried. He looked up.
"Do it," she said and walked out.
"That girl will never make it." He said and rubbed his temple.
"What am I going to do?" he said, and leaned his head back on his chair.
Meralia's POV
Mother… what am I going to do? I thought as I sat agenst the wall. And sighed and turned around and hit the wall making a dent.
"I can't do this," I mumbled.
End Flashback:
Meralia's POV
And after that I swore that I'd kill Dearka, and I became an assassin. I've killed more then seventy men and twenty women, and I've blown up about 150 buildings and office buildings.
But it never satisfied my pain, I've killed more then about 500 people, and I was never found out, or felt mercy. That is what I've been told. Never give an enemy mercy they'll only come and bite your ass again. Of course, I've never told anyone, I didn't even know that Dearka was still alive, that is why I didn't give him any attention on the first day of school. I didn't tell my father. For a long time, I told myself that this wasn't me.
I hated myself. I hated life, I've tried to kill myself numerous times, but my friends or family were always there to stop me.
Unfortunately for me.
"DAD!" I cried and opened the door to my house.
"Meralia?" asked my father in disbelief.
"Yup, it's me. Alive and well." I said as I pushed past him.
"Wha… what are you doing?" he asked me. From behind his large cherry oak desk, stood a cabinet, filled with swords and revolvers from the mid 1600's to the American Federation. It was a grade collection, I used to sit on my fathers big chair as he told me about each one, each had a story, and each had its own life.
"I'm going to kill Dearka." I said and he nodded.
"You're an assassin, aren't you?" he asked me, I stopped dead, and dropped a sword from the Japanese Feudal Era.
"Yes father, I am." I said and looked over to him. The window was open, and my short hair blew in the spring breeze.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, I sighed.
"I didn't because if you'd have known, you'd of tried to help, and you would probably have gotten killed by my enemies." I replied, the breeze continued, and blew in cherry blossom from the tree outside the home.
"Mother's favorite flower," I pointed out, he smiled.
"She wanted to call you Sakura, because it meant cherry blossom, but Meralia was what I named you." He asked, and continued to smile. I picked up the Samari sword from the floor.
"I must go," I said and walked backwards.
"Father, if I don't make it, I still love you, I will forever." I said and jumped up onto the low window sill.
"Remember that poem I read at the Talent show in grade 5? My windowsill, and Mom was so happy?" I inquired.
"Yes, I was there too, you're mother was truly proud, as I am now." I smiled, and jumped down from the window sill onto the lawn, and started off down the street.