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Mission; Assassin: First of Trilogy
Assassination; Jul 8 09
Burial; Undecided
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P R O L O G U E
Flashback
Back in the day, when I was young- I’m not a kid anymore.
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
-Ahmad
Five-year old Zion Anderson let out a piercing cry as she sat inside of her pitch-black bedroom. Her back was against the two walls that joined together to form the corner. Her eyes were shut tightly, and to add more protection, were buried between her knees. Although her small hands covered her ears, young Zion could hear the argument that was occurring on the other side of her bedroom door. The loud cursing and occasional sounds of hits and glass breaking caused Zion to cry louder. The tears and cries weren’t because of the actual fighting, but because her head was booming- as if it was going to explode any minute. The bass in each of her parents’ voices vibrated into her eyes, numbing the aching that was going on inside her head.
Ever since she could remember, Zion’s parents had always had disagreements and altercations. While some parents tried to keep their children away from seeing them fight, Zion’s guardians didn’t give a fuck. Her father would bash her mother’s head in a quick second and could care less if their child was witnessing such.
And then it was silent. No more screams, no more broken items. Zion slowly removed her hands and opened her eyes, adjusting them to the darkness. She the crawled towards the door, making sure she didn’t interrupt the stillness of the house. Zion placed her caramel face flat down on the beige carpet and glanced under the crack the door had left. Staring her right back into her eyes was those of her mother. They were motionless and glazed over. A smile crept slowly onto the young girl’s lips as she stood to her feet and turned the knob on the door. There before her lay one of the two human beings that she despised so greatly, lying in a puddle of her own blood.
Zion stepped over the body, scooping up the knife that lay beside her in the process. She heard feet shuffling across the hall, indicating that her father was indeed, inside of his bedroom. Zion tip-toed towards the room and pushed the doors open silently. Her father’s back was turned towards her- it was the perfect chance. She charged as fast as her small body would take her and plunged the knife into his back. His body spun around towards his only child and groaned, reaching for her. Zion pulled the knife out and inserted in with more force to his chest- over and over again. The toddler didn’t stop stabbing until she felt as if it was enough. She stood over her father’s dead body as her heart raced.
The pounding in her head stopped instantly and it brought a devilish smile to her miniature lips. After a few minutes of staring, she ran to the telephone and picked it up from its cradle.
Zion dialed 911 into the phone and waited for someone to answer.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
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