You Kissed My Soul

It's been fifteen days. Fifteen days until I last saw my parents, my family. I am still in this hospital laying like a dead human on the bed. My hand is still plastered and some bandages of my body has been removed. My body has started to heal but my soul is still in pain.

Some people who were close to my family came to meet me. Some showed condolence while some of them tried to console me when I broke down in front of them. But none stayed for too long. With a facade of sadness and pity they payed me a little visit showering me with flower and Money but no one understood that I didn't want all this. I just wanted to go back to my family. I hated living alone.

They said that there was some wire problem which caused the house on fire but little did they knew I was present there what happened and the murderer was roaming outside freely.

The police investigators took my statement about what happened and I gave them the information truthfully wanting and hoping for justice but as if the whole world has turned against me the cops are just not doing anything and they said they didn't get any evidence to prove my statement. Evidence?

Can't they see my condition? Is it not enough to prove everything?

I have crying endlessly. It's just too much for me. I am feeling so helpless and weak. I couldn't do anything to save them. I am just good for nothing. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to them heck I couldn't even attend their funeral.

I am the worst daughter in this world.

Getting up from the bed, I looked outside of the window to see it's already dark. I got down on my feet and winced when I felt my muscles flexing. Still I got up on my foot and made my way towards the door. I couldn't stand any longer. Loneliness is killing me.

I walked out of the door and to the elevator. I walked out of the elevator when the door pinged open. It was the ground floor. I saw some people sitting on a bench, some were crying, a girl in the reception who was busy scribbling something on her notepad.

Some people who visited me gave me some money. I was relieved that I kept it in my pant pockets. I walked out of the hospital and luckily no one noticed me. I was yelping in pain whenever I walked quicker. I just wanted to get away.

As soon as I was in the road I looked for a Cab. It was difficult because no driver, pulled up before a girl who was in hospital patient uniform and had a plastered hand and bandages all over the body. Finally a man pulled up before me and I gave him the address where he had to take me.

All the way, I watched out of the window lifelessly thinking this all to be a dream. I snapped out of my thoughts when the Cab came to a halt. I watched out of the window to see I have reached my destination. The familiar place which was no longer had anything to do with me. I was a foreigner now.

I got out of the Cab and played the driver he looked towards my once which was called home, and looked at me sympathetically before driving away with a last glance.

I looked back at my house and tears began to roll down as I realized it was no longer my house. It was now a mess. It looked like a Horror house which we saw in movies. Police Banners were pasted on the door but I couldn't stop myself. I walked to the door and tried to open. It clicked open and I walked in. Everything was burnt. Nothing was left. Everything was turned into debris and I couldn't recognize a single thing.

It was the place where my Mom and Dad stood last time I was them. I fell on my knees and screamed.

"Please come back!” I cried and signed.

I don't know how longer I sat their crying but I just couldn’t control myself. My emotions were just flowing away in tears. The longer I sat the longer I got my answer to the question why was I still alive.

“Ryan” I uttered the name with disgust.

“You have to pay for it” my words were filled with venom and hatred.

“I am coming for you Brother” I spat with hatred.

I wiped away my tears using my sleeves and close my eyes.

“What should I do?” I uttered

I was so engrossed in my own little world that I couldn't feel the presence behind me. When I felt it somebody grabbed my arm and held something on my nose from behind. I couldn't even get the time to register to struggle when I was already knocked down and I found myself loosing my senses.

My eyes fluttered open and I looked around trying to acknowledge where I was. I was somewhere in an unfamiliar place. It was a small room, a size of a bathroom and I was lying on a bench which was attached to the wall. It looked like a cell.

I began to panic and I got up immediately, wasting no time trying to open the door. It was locked from outside. I knocked and banged on the door asking to open the door by no one heard me or it was like no one paid attention to me.

I was now beginning to suffocate. It was really a small room with no Windows. Only a bench and a toilet pan. The light bulb lightened the small room and I began to feel nauseous seeing the pan. It was so dirty.

"Open the door!” I banged again.

"Let me out”

“Please open the door”

“Let me out!”

I screamed and cried.

"What is going on?” I uttered to myself as I sat on the bench and leaned against the wall.

It was already five to six hours. I kept on banging and screaming yet no one heard or even replied me. Finally, I heard the Jingling of keys and I got on my feet waiting for the person to open the door.

The door opened and revealed a tall bulky and muscular black man who was wearing all black and was bald.

"Who are you and why am I here?” I asked in fear.

Instead of answering me, he took hold of my arm and dragged me outside. All the way I tried to get myself free from his grip but I couldn't. I did notice the other rooms which were similar to mine and I even heard banging and screaming from the room.

"Where are you taking me?” I cried

He didn't give me any attention and continued to drag me.

Finally we stopped before a door and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

“Leave me” I tried to yank my hand away but he tightened his hold and we both entered the room. I looked around to find a typical office type of room. The room was a modern as well as vintage room. The room consisted of book shelves, and there was no window. But there was glass window and if someone went near it someone could look through it to another room.

I shuddered feeling weird.

“I see you are grown up now" I heard a voice and I looked towards my front to find a man who must be in his late 40's. He had black hair and black eyes. He was sitting behind his desk and by his frame I could tell that he was a short man.

"W-Who are you?” I stammered

He nodded towards the man beside me and the man left the room without uttering any word.

“I am Derek Williams” he spoke and signaled me to take a seat before him.

I took slow steps and sat on the chair before his desk.

"Why am I here?” I asked

“Your father worked here” he spoke nonchalantly. Hearing about my father made my eyes watery. "Worked here? But he was a Boxing Instructor” I replied little surprised.

“No he wasn't” he told me with a neutral expression.

"Yes your Father was your instructor but not a Boxing Instructor. He worked for me and he was my friend”.

“Friend?” I asked

“This is my private organisation and we are The Fast Eye Agency” he told me and as his words sunk in I recognized the word “Agency” which I overheard last time, from my parents and Ryan's conversation.

"What Agency?” I asked slowly

He gave me a smirk and eyes me up and down.

"We make Assassins” he told me and for some minutes I thought as if he was joking.

"Y-You are lying. This isn't possible” I heard myself uttering.

“This is true. Your Father, Dave who was my friend worked here as a trainer. He made amateurs like you into Assassins” he told me and I snapped at him “You are lying. My father would never do that. He was a good man. He would never do that".

“Watch your tongue girl” he hissed and I shut my mouth feeling scared.

“Your Father worked to me and once he was an Assassin too. But he left the job when he met your mother. Instead he chose to become a trainer who quit killing people” he told me and I listened feeling weird now.

“But after working for ten years he suddenly chose to quit the job again” I spoke and I began to rearrange the puzzle pieces thinking where it was leading.

“My agency is a top secret agency. Everything here is confidential and your father knew too much about us. We tried to stop him, change his mind on quitting buy bribing him that we will increase his salary but he was too stubborn and he quit his job".

“Your Father once killed a family who were our target and we had information that they were the terrorists. That is when he got your brother Ryan. He took him and adopted him as his own son but look what happened now hu?” He smirked

“I told everything to Ryan and being loyal to his real parents he chose to kill your family for revenge. Revenge is a very bad thing you know” he smirked more and I was completely shocked.

“I-It was you?” I stuttered

“It was you who ordered him to kill my parents?” I asked and watched as he looked at me arrogantly.

"How dare you?” I snapped and got up from my seat running to him.

I held him by his collar and slapped him hard using one hand. I shoved him and soon I was held by someone who dragged me backwards away from him.

“You killed my parents. My family. How could you? You made me an orphan. You turned my Brother into a monster. You are such a wicked man. You call yourself a friend?” I spat on him.

“Hold her” he commanded and the person who was holding me grabbed me by my waist and arms keeping me in place.

“Now Now don't be like that. It was not my choice. It was your brother's choice after all” he sneered and stood up from his and came to me and held my chin between his fingers.

“But now you are going to take your Father's place. I know I can see the same fire which I have seen in your Father. He was the best but the biggest mistake he made by choosing his family over my agency. He should've been loyal” he hissed and shoved my face to the left.

“Me? Never” I spat on his face.

He wiped the spit using his handkerchief and smiled wickedly at me.

"You are going to pay for it. You are going to be an Assassin and that's final” he commanded and went back to his seat.

“Never. Did you hear me Never” I shouted and he ordered the man to take me back to the room

I kept on thrashing and struggling.

I was thrown back in that room where I woke up last time.

"Open the door” I banged and screamed.

I was kept in that room for nearly a week. I would mark the lights which came into my room. Whenever the bulb lit on, it's means it is the night time. I have been kept hungry and sometimes some people come to my room trying to convince me to give up.

Every time I refused and as a result I have been whipped and abused by them to make me give up physically.

I would like to die rather live a like this.

I am lying on the dusty floor now, eyeing the ceiling blankly. All my energy is drained now. I can't even speak. But I'm happy. May be I'm going to meet my parents soon.

The door of my room opened and I looked up to see Derek giving me a visit.

"So stubborn” he spoke “Just like her father”.

"Give up already” he spoke as he eyes my condition.

“I would like to die, its better than joining you. You are the real Terrorists” I spoke, my throat burning for water.

“Fine! I guess your little sister will join us then when she grows up” he spoke and his statement made me sit up.

"Sister? Nancy?” I spoke and he smirked nodding.

“She is alive?" I asked shocked

"Yes she is” he replied rolling his eyes.

“No! You are lying” I replied and got up on my feet using the wall for support.

"She was burned badly but my man saved her and brought her to me. So now she will join the agency when she grows up” he spoke arrogantly.

“No No please let me meet her” I spoke pleading him to let me meet her. I got a reason to live for my sister.

“Nope” he smirked.

“Please let me meet her please I bet you" I begged.

"What will I get?” He questioned and closed his mouth acting as if he was thinking.

“Yes I know” he spoke “Nothing”.

“Ryan is working for me now and he doesn’t even know you two are alive. I have transferred him to another city. All I need is to call him and he will come running back” he stopped and then continued "Do you know why he will come back?”

I kept quiet listening to him. My heartbeat was rising every time he spoke like that.

"Of course to kill you” he finished and tears rolled down my eyes feeling helpless.

“Let me call him” he spoke and took out his phone.

“No!” I snapped

“No please no” I pleaded

“I will do as you say please I will do it" I gave up finally and slide down against the wall crying helpless.

“Very well then” he smiled satisfied.

“You can meet your sister. You have to train and don't worry about your education. You will be homeschooled now. This is going to be your home from now on. You will be trained and you are going to work for me” he spoke and I kept my mouth shut listening to him.

"And also I will keep this as a secret from your so-called brother that you are alive” he spoke and eyes me once and I nodded signaling him that I heard everything and agree to it.

But this wasn’t what I planned.

This was a beginning now.

Beginning of Revenge.

Ryan Brookes and Derek Williams I am going to Kill you. You will meet your end soon. Very soon. This is my promise. I am going to destroy everything.

This is a promise from Aderyn Brookes to her parents.

“Soon” I muttered as I felt a new energy burning inside me and my blood filling with venom and thirst of Revenge.