A/N: Assassin!Asma's only chance at love was a fellow assassin who was trained by the same people who forced her into this business. His name/code name was Phaser. The two knew each other since childhood and developed feelings for one another until Phaser saw something that could become more profitable for him. She, on the other hand, never saw his betrayal coming and was already dreaming about a life with him, out of the business. They were in their early 20's (circa 24/25) when their lives changed forever. I'm telling the exact moment he chose to betray her from HIS point of view.
Xxxxx
Here I am sitting on the couch with my grey suit on while she was dancing in front of me, her shoes in her hand and that sexy little white dress still clinging to her body. We were in a very large hotel room, pretending to be a rich couple who decided to spend the holidays at a sunny place with a private beach. We weren't here for holidays though, we were supposed to abduct Johnny Malone, one of the richest businessman of the USA, one who would be emptied like a pig, from both his money and possessions /and/ his blood. We simply needed to find the right moment to kidnap him without leaving any evidence of our existence. This kind of thing always takes time. We know it.
I remember how much she loved dancing. During our undercover missions she would always take the opportunity to show off her dance moves and usually, she would have me dance with her. I couldn't complain though, I loved when she was dancing because she was the happiest. Her smiles weren't fake ones, her laughter was real and the heat of her skin that followed this moment of freedom was addictive to me. She was beautiful, lethally beautiful. Who wouldn't have fallen for this girl from Africa, with a heavy accent and gorgeous features? For a girl with natural pink hair and demon eyes who always wore special lenses and wigs to hide? For a sensual woman who could kill you with her bare hands?
We've been discussing our future for quite some times now. This mission had already taken 6 months of our lives and how convenient it was to have us both play a couple. Where did the dream start and where did it end? I couldn't tell. My feelings were confused by the mission or maybe I told myself this in order to take as much distance from her as possible. I loved her already, she was my only friend ever since we were children. I'm only two years older than her, abducted at about 2 years old, I was trained just like her to become a master of my craft. We were killers, cold-blooded killers after all. My body was covered with scars, one was shaped like an X and was on my back but the scar I treasured the most was the one on my shoulder blade. It was a bullet impact, my very first bullet I received when I was at the tender age of 4. It was a test ran by the Shadow League, in order to see if I was strong enough to survive and undergo their training from hell. I survived, I didn't even cry they said. Maybe it could explain why I love to use guns so much when I kill and why I earned the epithet: « The silent man ».
I am looking at her, being so happy and turning in a circle until she dropped her shoes and stared at me straight in the eyes. She grabbed her wig and threw it away, removed her lenses and threw them away. I could remember the very words she kept telling over and over again. « You are the only one I will ever trust. » How empowering ! how arousing!I stare at her perfect body, ripped and thick like an amazon and I already start to unbutton my shirt, exposing my ripped torso to her. I wasn't too muscular, my muscles were more lean than bulky because of the martial arts I practiced but it never bothered me when we were together. She giggled and knelt on the floor before crawling towards me and put her arms on my lap. I stared at her and ran my hand through her curly hair and grabbed a fist of them. She hissed and sunk her nails into my thighs. How lovely she looked just right now, just right in between my legs.
I really could have done it, you know, leave it all behind and go with her. I wanted to be happy and I have tasted happiness by her sides. We could have lived differently, have our extinguished families have their revenge on the very ones we were working for. We even could have gone together against the league and wipe it in a couple of hours but I had other plans. I was almost 30, past beyond redemption. What I could do however was to make a profit of my skills, have the league destroyed and make my own. I would be my own boss, the only one to give orders, the only one to take the money I deserved. The idea aroused me even more. I wanted power, I wanted to control and in spite of my love for her, I already had a plan in motion. I ran my hand over her neck and gently squeezed it, only to make her gasp a little for air before she grabbed my hand and slowly rose from the floor to reach out to my face. I squeezed harder and she clawed my chest with her nails, forcing me to release her neck and allow her to breathe with more ease. She straddled me and grabbed my hands.
«We're close to our goal Phaser. I can't believe we're this close to being free. »
She was excited, I could tell. I could have felt a little remorse for betraying her, but all I could see was my future, one where I was the real winner. I had to hurt her in the worst way possible. She would believe I died, tomorrow. She would give me all of her love and I would give her hope. I would give her all the love I can possibly have for her and let it die with my faux-death. To become king, I have to sacrifice my feelings for I would never be able to rule if she's in my life. I would use her as a pawn, have her wipe the league for me and I know she would because her future would be robbed from her. My beautiful, look at me, look at me with your eyes filled with love. Bask in our communion, rejoice in our embrace. I will love you so much that I would leave a red print on you. My darling dear, my sweet Daughter of Death, tonight we'll become one and tomorrow I will use you until you die. My sweet lover, mon amour.
« I love you Oya. I love you more than you can imagine. Tomorrow we'll walk on this Earth free. »
She nodded and cupped my cheeks to steal a searing kiss. I put my hands on her back and lift her dress up to her waist. I couldn't help but feel sad though. A part of me didn't want to hurt her this way and in my kisses, I already professed my love for her, my confession for my sins to come, my devotion to her happiness and the need of her for my ascending. She would never know....
She would never know.....
Or so I thought.
