Author's note: Alright, so in this contemplation of Hitman Absolution I decided to disregard Victoria to make the story flow better. I own nothing but Piper and any other OCs that might appear.

Flashback

I stared out of the window in our dingy apartment. The people down below all looked so small. They reminded me of insects waiting to be crushed underneath my feet. I turned my head to the door as a knock emitted from it. I turned back to the window as my dad got up to answer it, not forgetting to take the safety off his gun. The people…they all looked so helpless…so tiny. It was like if you were to kill one of them, it wouldn't even make a difference. What would it matter if one of those tiny people went missing? It wouldn't matter. I heard a scuffle and then finally a gurgle of a last breath leave someone. Probably a person as tiny as the ones in the streets of Chinatown below. I got up from where I was sitting and walked over to the so called "living room" just in time to see my dad emerge from the bathroom. He had a pizza box in his hand, which I took from him as he closed the door. I smiled up at him.

"I'm guessing you didn't feel like leaving a tip, huh?"

He just chuckled.

. . .

I ran as fast as I could, the pouring rain doing nothing to help me. I tried to duck under the tree branches that were in my path, but it seemed that the more I tried to dodge them, the more painful it was when the made contact with my face. I could hear footsteps behind me, crunching leaves as the person chasing me tore through the garden. I tried to speed up but my legs burned too much. I let out a quiet groan as I heard the footfalls grow nearer behind me. It didn't take long until a shadow passed me. "Great…beat again"

I finally made it to the sliding glass door that led into the dark mansion to see my dad propped up against it with a smirk plastered on his face. I slowed to a stop as I got nearer. I let out a loud sigh as I bent down to rest my hands on my knees, taking large gulps of air.

"You...you beat…me again." I said exhaustedly. I raised my head to look at him, waiting for his response. He just looked at me with that blank face he always wore, but his eyes carried humor in them.

"Don't tell me that you were expecting a different outcome." He stated. I bent my head back down in defeat, still trying to catch my breath. He laughed quietly. "Don't worry; you'll get there some day." I stood up straight. A bolt of frustration tore through me.

"Yeah, when?" I asked. He just simply ignored me and turned around to pick the lock on the door.

"Come on, we have a job to do."

I sighed inwardly. "We always have a job to do." My thoughts went back to the task set before me and my dad. I shook my head sadly.

"Diana, forgive us." I focused my sight on the marble floor of the mansion lobby.

"Forgive him."