"Wait, why are you leaving?" Bruce asked me as we walked out the door. I could ask him the same thing. I had to think of something off the top of my head and now. All I wanted to do was get my uniform on and help those people. My heart just pounded and I knew I had to save these people and I had to do it now.
"It's too dangerous and I'm scared!" I exclaimed, and his eyes widened.
"Calm down, Raven," he said, "I'll get you home. I'm scared too; that's why I'm leaving. Just come on." We ran to his car, and I saw a couple of helicopters go overhead, and there were police sirens just infiltrating my fucking ears. I wish everyone could be quiet at a time like this. Steven is not just going to let those people go because of a helicopter and a couple of police. It takes an Assassin to do this shit. I'm the closest thing they got. I got in Bruce's Lamborghini and I just stared out the window, praying he would drive faster. He was already speeding. I looked over and he had the same frantic look on his face. He must really be scared.
We finally made it to my house and I practically jumped out of the car. I didn't say anything to him. I just ran up the steps to my house. My key wouldn't fucking go in the first couple of times, and I was getting pissed off. Bruce had already driven away by the time I unlocked it, and I ran into my house and down the hallway. I made it to my room and took my uniform off hanger, and put it on as quickly as I could. I went out my window and climbed up to the roof of my house. I went to the edge of the roof, and then started my running jump. I ran as fast as I could across my roof, and then when I hit the edge, I jumped as high as my leg muscles would allow me. I sent the electricity through my cape, and started flying.
He was at the docks. He obviously was holding boats hostage. I could see the docks from where I was in the sky right now, and I could see helicopters just surrounding the area, but doing nothing. They didn't want to harm any of the hostages. I rolled my eyes, but I understood it. There were people suffering in those boats, a few dead doesn't really matter compared to the outcome. I felt guilt rush through my body after I thought that. My mentor would be so disappointed in me for thinking that way, although he knew it was the truth. People die all the time and there will always be the ones you can't save. Sometimes, even civilians are brave enough to make the ultimate sacrifice. One person will choose to die if it means the others are safe. It's respectable, but it never works. Villains like Steven do not play like that.
I landed on a skyscraper directly next to the docks, and knelt down to get better angles. Through the windows of some boats, I could see people. One of the windows had "help" written in blood. A shiver went down my spine at the sight. I needed to find Steven. I didn't even need Eagle Vision to find him. It wasn't hard to guess where he was. I think he was in the boat with all of the helicopters circling around it. I smirked to myself at how easy this one is.
I was worried that if I tried to get in, the helicopters would shoot at me and that would be the end of my mission. I needed to find another way in. If I can't get in from above, or the side... I can get in from below. I'll have to use my saw to get into the engine room. Perfect. I jumped off the building and sent electricity through my cape. I flew around the spotlights and headed to the water. I dived straight in, and I regretted it because the water was so fucking cold. I almost went into shock. My mind was focused though. I came up for air, took a deep breath, and then went under again. It took me about five minutes to swim to the boat. I had to keep coming up for air every minute, but I needed to swim underwater. My muscles were frozen and it was hard to move; but I forced myself to keep going.
I made it to the boat. Spotlights were circling it so I needed to brace myself. I would probably be holding my breath for a long time if I didn't work fast. I took the deepest breath I could, and went under again, letting the freezing cold water envelope me. It was easy to see underwater for me, and at night. One of the many special gifts Assassin's have. I took my mini saw from my belt, and started cutting a hole begin enough to fit my body in. Underneath the boat, the wood was thick and had many layers. My mini saw wasn't meant for jobs like this, but it'll have to do. My lungs burned, and it was getting increasingly hard to concentrate on cutting through the wood.
I needed air but I couldn't go back up since I could see the spotlights on the water right above me. Come on, Raven. Keep pushing. You can do this. I pushed harder against the wood. I knew I was almost in. Keep going. Keep going. I had to keep repeating myself. My lungs have never hurt this bad and I was about to start screaming. Black spots dotted my vision. I can't drown. That would be such a pussy way for me to die. Raven Black dies from drowning. Fuck that. An extra wave of motivation went through my body, and right as I was about to take a breathe of water, my saw broke through. I cut the rest out and climbed in, falling on the floor and heaving for breathe. Water was getting in and I was laying in a layer of water on the ground, clutching my chest and breathing hard, coughing. The hole wouldn't sink the ship, but I could potentially drown again if I don't get up. I let out one last fit of coughing and forced myself to stand up. I was so cold but it was warm in here. Nobody was in the engine room. Steven must've taken these employees hostage.
I flexed my muscles and squeezed my fingers together, trying to get my frozen muscles to heat up. I saw the stairs that would lead to the main room of the ship. I don't think there was an Assassin way to do this mission. I might have to go in there, sword flailing. I braced myself, walked up the stairs, and opened the door, but I hid beside the wall, so you couldn't see anybody there when the door opened.
"What the hell?" I heard a man say, and I knew it was Steven. "Dylan, go and check that out." I heard footsteps coming towards the door, and when I saw Dylan enter the room, I grabbed him from behind and stuck my hidden blade through his back. His body dropped down the stairs and landed in the pool of water below. I heard people scream from the other room. It must be hostages. I heard children crying, and my heart ached. I hate kids but it hurts to know they're here.
"Son of a bitch! It's Raven!" I heard Steven yell, and I decided it was time to come out of hiding. I took my sword out, and jumped into the room. Everything went slow motion so I could assess what's going on. There were hostages crying behind Steven, and he was standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by his guards. Before I could even react, Steven held up a gun and it fired. I felt an intense, seething pain in my leg. I fell to my knees and clutched my leg. Steven laughed and walked up to me, grabbing my chin and making me look up at him.
"How's your no gun rule going for you now?" he laughed. "Pathetic and weak. But I guess we always knew that." He held a gun straight to my face, his hand on the trigger. The pain in my thigh was intense and it kept intensifying. Well, here we go. I'm going to fucking die. This is how I die, trying to save people that mean nothing to me. My heart beat hard and I couldn't even say anything. Steven's green beady eyes stared down at me, and that's when it happened.
In a blink of an eye, Steven was on the floor and every single one of his henchman dropped their guns to the floor. They reacted in a way they only knew how to, they ran towards the black shadowy figure and tried to fight him. It was Batman and he was fighting hard, but he was outnumbered. Steven was still on the ground. I grabbed my sword and got up, feeling that scorching pain in my leg. There was a guard attached to Batman's back, trying to pull him to the ground. I slashed my sword at the guard's back, and he fell off Batman. Then it was me and Batman, standing back to back, as a circle of guards surrounded us. I gripped my sword tightly and swung into battle. A guard had a sword, and he clashed with me, but he was clearly inexperienced and didn't know how to use it. I wrapped my hand around the blade of his sword and yanked it out of his hands, feeling my hand get cut and it stung too, but this was something I could handle easily. I stabbed him right in the heart. I felt a sharp sting on my stomach and turned around to see another guard with a sword. These guys were prepared.
I jumped and slashed at his throat mid-air, and he fell to the ground. As I came back down from my jump, I felt a heavy force knock into me and my sword slipped out of my hands. I fell onto my side and hit the ground hard. I didn't feel like a trained Martial Arts Master right now. I felt so weak and powerless. I turned on my back to see Steven looking down at me, a knife in his hand. I saw his arm prepare to stab me in the heart. I blocked him with my hidden blade and rolled over. His knife just stabbed into the wood. I quickly jumped up, but he had pulled his knife free and slashed at me, but he missed.
"You think you can save these people?!" he snarled. "You think that someone as evil and fucking terrible as you can end me like this?! Admit it, Raven, you're not a fucking Assassin! You're a villain!" he screamed and slashed at me again. I jumped to the side and he missed again, but I grabbed his arm as he swung and snapped it. He let out a screech of pain and I kicked his leg, snapping his calf bone. He screamed in literal agony this time, and dropped to his knees. I grabbed his hair and made him look up at me. His clenched his teeth. "You evil fucking bitch," he said through gritted teeth.
"Finally, someone who gets me," I said and his eyes widened. I shoved my hidden bleed deep into his throat, hearing his gargled scream through blood, and then his memories washed over me.
I was standing in a fancy room, and there was a desk in front of me. The floor was marbled, but it was not like Bruce's mansion. A man sat at the other end of the desk. His hair was jet black and he had the same green eyes as Steven. He had an angry look on his face. "You are not my son," he said, and then the memories changed. Steven was running down the street, carrying a bag, while the sound of police sirens and alarms faded behind him. Then it changed to him standing over the dead man's body that he was talking to earlier, and I knew it was his father. Steven was holding a knife, and his body was shaking with adrenaline. "Fuck you," Steven whispered, and the memories changed to Steven walking past a homeless man in an alley. He turned around and stabbed the homeless man in the throat, then walked away as if nothing happened. The memories changed to Steven walking up to the bridge, holding a dog. He laughed and then through the dog over the bridge, sending it to fall a hundred feet down. That was the last memory I saw before I went to the white room to speak to him a final time.
What an evil and malicious human being. He grew up rich and disappointed his father by robbing a bank. Instead of changing, he killed his father cold blooded. Then he just started killing people left and right, even animals. That poor, innocent dog. I felt terrible, and so glad he was dead. This was not like killing Adam at all.
"You realize that one day, you will pay for the things you've done?" Steven said, his voice still angry. He just layed on the white floor, his throat all bloodied, and one of the most evil stares I've ever encountered.
"My time will come eventually," I said, kneeling down beside him.
"You are not better than any of us, Raven," he snarled. "You're a filthy little bitch who acts as if she's so much better than everyone else because she was once good. You're not anymore. Time to get off your fucking high horse."
"You're not much better," I commented.
"At least I admit it. I'm a criminal and I am evil. I kill people because I love the way it feels. I love the power and the rush of it. You kill for money. That's all that matters to you. You may have saved these people, but one good thing doesn't outweigh the bad. I sent you to kill Adam as a test and you proved me right. You are despicable and vile. You do not deserve to wear that uniform," he said.
"I'm not going to be told off by a cold blooded killer," I murmured. "Adam may have had a hard life but he's also killed innocent people."
"That's always your excuse." Steven laughed and for some reason, that comment was the one that hit me. Because it was right. I stood up and watched as Steven went limp. His eyes shut by themselves, and I glared down at him. At least I've never killed a fucking dog. An animal is the epitome of innocence. To kill an animal for no reason means you are evil. I would never kill an animal, even if it was attacking me.
My vision flashed before me and I was back on the ship. Bodies littered the floor around me. Some of them were still moving and those were the ones Batman took out. Still alive, yet unconscious. Batman was gone already and these crying hostages just looked at me. I had nothing to say. I saw the hole in the ceiling that Batman came through, and I climbed out of it. Suddenly, I was in a wave of light and I knew the helicopter spotlight was on me. I ran and jumped, trying my best not to get shot, and flew out of the spotlight, right as I heard gunfire. I flew onto a nearby building and just collapsed.
My leg hurt so fucking bad. My hand hurt, and so did my stomach. I knew I was bleeding hard, and after everything, this was most likely the way I'd die. I heaved for breath as the pain shot through my body. I needed to get up but I couldn't. I needed to save myself. But for the first time, I didn't want to.
Why don't I just lay here and die?
Steven was right. Bruce was right. I was evil and ruthless. I killed for money and money alone because I am greedy and selfish. Batman was the epitome of what a hero was. He gave those guards a second chance down there, and I didn't. He gives evil people second chances. He doesn't do this for money, or fame. Or power... He's a hero. The Dark Knight. I don't deserve to live.
I don't deserve to live.
I don't. I don't. I'm a terrible fucking person who has wasted my abilities on selfishness, and I have killed innocent people before just for the money. I always use the excuse that they are also bad people but they're not. Adam did not deserve to die. He deserved a second chance. I killed him for money.
This world doesn't need me at all. I am nothing. I am nobody. I am a waste of a human. I am a waste of an Assassin. If I die, Batman can save the city. He can, and I know he will.
Blood was flowing out of my body and I could see the stars glittering above me. That was a sign. The night is beautiful; and that is a good thing. If I die, it's a good thing. I'll be doing the world a favor. Finally, I will have done something good for once in my life. I stopped clenching my body. I felt relaxation pulse through me and the pain ebbed a little as relief flowed through me. I was going to die, and this was it. I swear I could see Jacob's face in the clouds, beckoning me to join him. I smiled because I was going to. But I don't think I'd make it into the stars with him after everything I've done. My mentor was pure, and good. I am not. If God is real, I'll go and rot in Hell with Adam like I promised. My karma will have come then and I deserve it.
I could feel death overwhelming my body. It was such a peaceful feeling. The pain was entirely gone now, and my vision was turning black. Here I go. Goodbye world. I felt myself start to black out and lose consciousness. I couldn't even control my body anymore. My head started turning to the side, and my eyes were closing.
The last thing I saw was him, cape flowing in the breeze.
Then everything went black.