Mary a beautiful like heaven, innocent like lamb, soft like cotton, age twenty years and a psychiatrist, love in Paris, her parents died at her young age so she live with her grandparents who died recently.
One day she was walking to home back then she saw a man so tall then her perfect profile, tailored black suit gloves on hands...she thought he is a normal wealthy man but the whole atmosphere changed when she saw a dead body dragging inside his car by his two men...she got scared she take out her phone and hide in a safe place and dial to police station, and the call accepted, when she was going to tell about the situation suddenly someone throw her phone in the trash can and it was him, blood stained, smile on face like a devil he tilted her chin up leaned closer that his breath landing on her lips.
"What are you doing, piccolo? Trying to be a hero, but you can't" his voice chilled like ice and calmed
Mary was trembling she struggle to speak "Who...are you?" Her voice was trembling but soft.
He raised a brow and chuckles coldly "Who I am ? Huh? I am a professional Assassin, called as Reaper but it is not my real name. Piccolo, now tell me what are you doing here?" His voice sounds genuine but dangerous.
"An Pro. Assassin? Means... killer?...I-i...was just passing and I saw you blood stained and that body so—" she replied accidentally but stopped by him
"Lier! And I liers a good company!" He say harshly putting his hands on my shoulders so tightly.
"Boys! Get her into the car!" He called out his boys
"Hey! Wait I will tell no one about this! But please leave me...I promise you" she joined her hands, trembling
"Aww lamb is begging...okay I give a chance to live run away and if you again dig your nose in my work I will be sure to rip you there" he leaves me and push her away
Mary ran faster until she reached her house, she closed the door behind and still she was trembling...she put her bag on the cushion and go for a night bath for some relief to her mind and body after what happened.
The next day when she was heading to hospital one of her friend name Amy, she has a kind personality and she is Mary's assistant, she pat on Mary's back and say "Good morning Mary! How are you...? Doing great ?".
I turn my head towards her and smile softly "yes I am alright...just...had a nightmare last night, but I am feeling better nothing to worry about" she told lie to Amy because she know that if she tell her truth to her, both will be dead by Reaper.
Amy pout seeing me a little nervous "are you alright na? But if you are saying that you are okay then...I am okay too"
I smile softly towards her and we both head to hospital.
**#2-Reaper's life** (new version)
He wasn't born a monster.
He was born a boy who laughed easily, who believed the world was kind, who thought love is forever.
People used to say his eyes were the softest thing they ever saw — the eyes of a boy who could never hurt anyone.
But kindness cannot survive in a world that only understands cruelty.
At the age where children learn alphabets… he learned loss.
At the age where children play with toys… he dug graves with shaking hands.
At the age where others were held by their mothers… he held his parents' cold bodies.
The person who murdered his parents wasn't a thief
nor a stranger
nor a madman.
He was something worse — an assassin.
A shadow known only by the crimson X he carved on every victim… an X made with their own blood.
That night changed the boy forever.
Something inside him died.
Something darker was born.
His tears dried but the rage stayed.
His innocence vanished but the memory kept burning.
And the softest boy became the world's hardest creature.
the man who killed his parents having a fake identity as someone he hates the most...
He swear if he ever meet him he will neither leave his body nor ash.
Then that soft boy
He became Reaper —
the heartless assassin who killed without blinking,
without mercy,
without leaving anything behind except the same crimson X that destroyed his childhood.
People say he is worse than the devil.
People say he feels nothing.
But they don't know the truth.
A person who felt too much…
can only survive by feeling nothing.
He doesn't fear death.
He doesn't fear blood.
He doesn't fear sin.
He only fears one thing:
Remembering the boy he used to be.