Chapter 2

Writer POV

Seventeen years later.

Anna Smith drove in speedily and parked at the parking space.

She comes out black in ranger over with all she is putting on pure black meaning there is a cry now in the city of Chicago Illinois.

Yes two wealthy mafia has been taken down today by her remaining three!

She went into their mansion despite the tight security and killed them.that is the length of her skillfulness.

She came out leaning on the car staring into the sky.

She stares deep into the Sky as if passing messages or interacting with someone.

She sighs, taking her face down and starts walking into their small apartment.

She entered the sitting room not seeing anyone she walked straight to her room.

………..

Few minutes later she was already done undressing and lay down on the bed smiling.

"Dad mum"she called."I will have done it again this year.

By this time seventeen years ago they caused me unforgettable pain so now is my turn to let their family and society feel the pain now!"she said, closing her eyes and drafted off into the darkness world where she was welcomed by a nightmare that occurs once in a year whenever she takes down her parents' killer!

Anna POV

"April Lesli!

Don't go!!"I scream out tearfully as I watch a boy and a girl who look alike disappear away.

Who are they?

Why am I crying and begging them not to be taken away?

I tried waking myself up in the dream but I couldn't ... .yes I continued trying and screaming.

I groaned in pain in my dream screaming out my lung with tears finding their way out feely.

"No!

Don't go please!!"I scream holding my tummy broken falling down on the floor and I wake up screaming.

"Don't go, we need to fight and get revenge!"That is always my last word and I wake up.

I sat down on the bed feeling a headache and sweating with some liquid flowing down my eyes.

Gosh...this is confusing!

Just then the door opens revealing Mr Smith who walks in with the help of a walking stick then in his left hand is a train with two wine glasses.

Always stressing himself. I mumble hissing.

Meet mr smith.

Mr Smith was the one who rescued me from the enemies and also from being burned with my parents.

He is my savior, he has been taking care of me since the death of my parents when I was just eight.

He took me as his daughter but doesn't permit me to call him father. He said I should be calling him Mr Smiths which is also the surname I bear.

Since I have known him I have never seen him with a woman or children of his own which makes me wonder if he is actually a human being because at times he behaves weird…. And whenever I discuss it he always finds a way to close it down.

Mr Smith is not a rich or poor man but he is average. He got involved in an incident when I was ten and since then he couldn't walk well again except with the help of sticks.

He taught me everything and trained me in becoming a skillful assassin to avenge my parents death.

He has been training me since I was eight years old and at the age of twenty I started carrying out my mission.

I started terrorizing the Chicago Illinois american since I was twenty. Yes, I am the unknown assassin till now and after I completed my mission.

"You should learn how to knock someday!''I said, getting up from the bed and walking towards the window, staring out watching as people were going and coming.

"I will make use of that advice when you are older!"he replied and I guess he must have sat on my bed as usual.

"You should stop referring to me as that for Christ sake I am twenty five!"I said, turning to give him dangerous glares but trust me that doesn't work on him.

He smirks.

"I will when you complete your mission and get married!"

"Hey!"I said, pointing a figure at him."You should stop saying that!"

"Of course you will surely Marry!"he said as his smirk grew bigger which angered me.

"That is my choice please!"

"Anna you……."

"Hello Mr Smith, can you change the topic?"I said, cutting him off angrily. Don't mind him, he is always annoying, teasing me.

"How is the mission?"he asked, making me roll my eyes at him.

"What did you watch?"I asked and he glared hard at me.

"Stop being stubborn, Anna, I am always the boss in this game."he said, glancing at me and I smirk.

"Don't worry Mr Smith , we are in this race together!"

"How did your mission go!"he asked again, making me shake my head at him.

"What did the news say?"I repeated the questions because I know he has watched the news and been all over the world.

He smiles, stretches out a glass of wine to me and moves forward, taking it from him.

"There is a screaming of irony now in the two mafia homes,a crisis is now going on in the country of America for the sudden death of the wealthiest men in the country and they are in hell now burning in the lake of fire!" He raps with a second staring deep at the glass wine he is holding.

Those are the words that always come out of his mouth every year after I accomplished my mission.

I smirk at his words.

"Yes, the pain that they brought upon the innocent seventeen years ago has now befallen them."

"Thirteen has been brought down, three to go!"he uttered and I stretched forward my glass of wine as we cheered.

We grumbled down the wine at once and he stood with the help of his walking stick and started walking toward the door when my voice betrayed me.

"Mr Smith….." I called and he stopped by the door.

"The nightmare!"he said neither in question tone or answer, making me nod.

I am not surprised that he said that!

Mr Smith behaves weird sometimes!

"W...why am I always having the same dream after I completed my mission for the year?

W...why does it affect me...so such...I mean it looks real..and….."I stammer as tears start rushing down my eyes as the dream flashback.

"Anna!"he called but did not turn back.

"As I have always said,I will advise you to concentrate on your goal.

Distractions are meant to come but you won't give room for it, remember just three to go!"he said with that opening the door and walking out.

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TBC….