Chapter 18: Reveal

Scarlet, or now Alisa, groaned softly before opening her eyes slowly. She quickly regained her senses and quickly recalled what happened before she passed out. She remembered that she was shot and was bleeding heavily when she made her way to her... house...

She instantly got off the bed she's laying on and found herself in a medium sized room. At the wall, a desk with a gaming computer was placed. The wardrobe was placed opposite to where the bed is at. A jacket was placed on the dark red gaming chair.

'So this is my son's room. It looks so simple and tidy.' Alisa thought to herself. She didn't know that Damien was a neat person. Back then she didn't have the time to come into her son's room and see what was in. She was too busy.

Footsteps could be heard coming nearer, and the door opened, revealing Clara who's carrying a tray. She went inside the room and placed the tray on the desk and pulled open the curtains, letting the morning light in. Clara took the tray and handed the bowl of porridge to Alisa.

"Eat. After that, you can come downstairs to meet Damien. He's waiting for you."

Alisa nodded and received the bow.

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I waited for my mom to come down while watching the morning news.

"A stand off took place near 29th Lavender Street, right in front of the Harrison's Pharmaceuticals building. The skirmish took the lives of several men, who was suspected to be affiliated with the mafia. No one knew for sure who they were fighting against."

I didn't want to deduce that they were fighting against mom, but her wound was a gunshot wound. Clara managed to treat the wound last night and pulled out a bullet from mom's shoulder. At first, I thought she was a random passerby who was hit by a stray bullet, but after seeing a gun in her coat. I couldn't deny it after that. Bianca knew what was happening and left me alone so I could speak face to face with mom.

Moments later, I could hear her footsteps coming down the stairs. I turned to see her in her casual clothes. She slowly walked down and came sat next to me on the couch. I looked at her straight in the eyes.

"What is it Damien?" She asked with the smile she always had.

"Let's get straight to the point mom. What were you doing last night?" I asked her.

Mom seemed like she was startled, but I knew she kept her composure right there to not make it look obvious. It seems like this is a hard decision to make for her.

She took a deep breath, before saying;

"Damien, I am an assassin." She said.

It took me a few moments before I fully processed what she said. Assassin? Like a hitman? Is that why she had the gun. Is that why the mafia members were killed and she was the one fighting them? How long has she been doing this? Why is she doing this?

"Oh." It just came out of my mouth like that, because I didn't know what else to say. To be honest, her being an assassin must be for a good reason. I should not question it, or should I? I mean, why does she kill? What's her motive? Is she a bad person?

"Mom, as your son I shouldn't question what you do, but just this time, I feel like I should ask you this." I said.

My mom smiled faintly and slowly nodded.

"Why do you do it?" I asked.

Mother sighed for a few times. I understand her. Revealing something that she had kept a secret for years would be too hard, but whatever comes from her mouth, I would respect it. I am her son after all.

"Damien.... The truth is, my family comes from assassins. Your grandfather was a hitman too, and your great grandfather was also a hitman. My father taught me how to be a hitman, but we don't kill without reason. Our targets are usually corrupted individuals and bad people. We don't kill innocent people, but hear me out son. If you told me to stop doing this, I would gladly do it for you without question. You're my son. What wouldn't a mother do for her son?"

I.. That was a lot to take in... I didn't have anything to say, and I went forward and hugged her. She was taken aback by my actions, but she hugged me back anyways.

Bianca who was witnessing all of this started to tear up too, then I remembered she wasn't loved like this by her mother. I felt pity for her.

We stopped hugging each other after a few seconds. I looked at my mother's face. The most beautiful woman in my world.

"Mom, you don't have to quit being an assassin. I respect it. Besides, you're cleansing filth from this world." I said to her. She smiled widely after hearing that.

"Son, if given the chance, would you like to-"

"Yes"

"But I haven't finished y-"

"Yes, mom. I know. Besides, even if you didn't ask, I would've done the same thing."

"Wait, what?"

I explained to her my plans, that I thought about when I was on the bus a few days ago before our visit to the exhibition. I thought about how our system is corrupted, and I thought about becoming a vigilante but threw the idea away because there's no way a person like me could become a crime fighting individual.

But now that I discovered my mom is a professional assassin, that idea doesn't seem so bad. Besides, I could have two powerful individuals backing me up. One was Mr. Warren and the other one is my mother.

I told her about my future project on the exoskeleton and she was delighted to hear all about it.

"Don't worry Damien. Just come to me, and I will help you in any way possible." She said to me.

******

In a private medical facility, Dahke( Felkra's neighbouring country)

I woke up, and I could see that everything were white. The walls, curtains, bedsheets, my mattress... Even my now bandaged amputated legs.... Fuck.. I risked my life to save that big dude. What was his name again? Oh yeah, Dwayne. Wonder how's he doing now.

Now that I'm disabled, I have to forget all my thoughts of redeployment in my squad. I can't even move. I retired too early because of a fucking bomb. Thinking about it, how did the tracker bitch didn't scan that bomb mounted on the hostage's body? Was her sonar goggles shit didn't track that bomb? If she'd find out about it I would've still be fighting, shooting. What about the gang war? Did the police force win? Or did downtown Dallakh got taken over by the gangs?

My thoughts were interrupted when the door to the room was opened from outside. Two people came in, and I recognized them immediately. Sergeant Lane, and Commissioner Mindy.

"Morning Dallas. Are you feeling well?" Mindy asked.

"Well, despite having my legs amputated, I feel very good yeah." I answered.

"I know you're upset about what happened. They explained it to us. Tracker Grace wasn't able to directly scan the explosive because her goggles was faulty. They deeply apologized for what happened and promised to compensate you." She said.

I sighed a little. Guess I can't do anything now, but live as a disabled man for the rest of my life.

"I understand ma'am."

"I'm not finished. They will be transferring you to another facility. To be precise, their own facility."

"What's going to happen to me there?"

She shook her head. I looked at Sergeant Lane. Same reaction. I sighed deeply and laid back. Guess I'll see what happens next.