Bloody Backgrounds and Bloody Perception
Summery: Nina grows tired of it all and decides to make amends to her sister and her son.
Chapter 1
The snow stained red underneath my feet as I walked. It hurt to come back. There was a time when I cared for my sister. But that was a long time ago. I've turned a cold heart to everyone now, save for my father.
I've given up now. My days are numbered it seems. Funny how now it's the assassin that's dying. I am the victim. Oh, how the tables have turned. I never would have given up this easily before. But now, circumstances are different.
By now, I grew numb to the cold and to the pain. But I was too weak. I collapsed into the snow.
There had been a fierce battle between Anna and I. My thin clothing was nearly shredded by the time we were through. My shoes had been blown apart. A bullet had pierced through my foot as well. But in retribution I had shot a bullet into her shoulder. I felt it was only fair. But she got angry and stabbed me in the stomach. I twisted her arms behind her back and shoved her to the ground after breaking an arm and stabbing her in the leg. I fled. That was earlier this morning.
Now, hours later, I lay bleeding in the snow. In the place where I had lost him. After he left was the time when I started to push Anna away. And now, the day he had died all those years ago, and here, the very same place that had had lay lifeless and bleeding, I, too, would die.
It was all my fault. He told me to take the gun. But I didn't do it; I didn't grant him is dying request. I was a scared little girl. But I can't help but to wonder, id I had taken the gun like he asked, would my father till be alive?
After he died, I turned a deaf ear to their screams. I became an assassin as he was. I no longer cry like the sad little girl. I am no longer that sad little girl. I miss the way things used to be before he left though. Things were different then. I numb myself to feelings now. I never want to feel anything.
I close my eyes and I see my father, Richard Williams. Sometimes I will see him the way that I last saw him, in the crematoria. Other times I will see him the way he was before he departed or even as he lay dying. And I can't help but thinking, it was all my fault.
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My eyes fluttered open. My first thought was that I was dead. I sat up and immediately clutched a hand to my stomach. No, I'm alive.
I heard a voice sound to my left. "Oh, good, you're awake. I wasn't sure you'd make it." I turned to see an older woman, her hair slightly graying. She spoke with a British accent.
"Steve," I muttered. Luckily though, she didn't hear me. "How long have I been out?" I asked, my voice louder than before.
"Two days, dear." She turned and began messing with a few things at the sink. "The doctor pulled the bullet out of your right foot by the way. How do you feel, dear?"
I snorted. "Like shit."
"That's better than what I usually get after someone goes through surgery." She laughed. "Well you get some rest, dear." She smiled and left the room.
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When they released me, I went to my apartment and picked up the phone, calling the operator. When I'd gotten the number I needed, I dialed it into the phone. There was an ongoing ring from the other end of the receiver until finally, after numerous rings, an answering machine picked up. The voice on the machine was British. I had the right number. After the beep sounded, I spoke into the receiver. "Steve, its Nina. I know that I haven't been very kind to you. In fact, I tried to kill you a few times. But I have a proposition for you. I'll be over tomorrow." I hung up the phone and sighed.