Chapter-1 Marked

"𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓾𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭, 𝓲𝓯 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽."

~𝓙𝓚 𝓡𝓸𝔀𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰

• Mike Viglianco's Pov •

It was 5 pm when I walked into my room encountering my picture pinned to the wall by the devil himself. I was marked.

Drakon. He is coming. I was horrified because once you are marked by him you'll be dead within twelve hours. No matter what you do, no one can escape him, after you are marked.

Aside from being skilled Assassin, he was also an expert hacker and programmer. Through his computer skills he could easily check the background of he targets and access vital information that can help he accomplish her mission and that is killing people brutally. He never missed or failed any mission.

I started packing my stuff planning to leaving Italy today midnight trying my best to save myself. That's when I hear

"Going somewhere are we?" I turn finding a woman sitting on the couch wearing a black dress and hat tilt downwards covering her face.

I had the urge to see her. But there is no way I can let a woman distract me while Drakon is coming to hunt me down anytime.

"What a beauty like yours doing here?" I say with a sexy smirk drawing nigh towards her.

I was dumbfounded when I saw the woman in front of me, a beautiful alluring woman but emits a dangerous aura.

"I came here to settle some business" she taking out a dagger.

"But I didn't saw you coming" I stared at her in confusion trying to figure out where she came from.

That's when my eyes widen with the realization "Drakon" I say as my breath hunches.

"Jackpot asshole" taking some steps towards me.

"Who would have thought Drakon would turn out to be a woman" I admiring the alluring figure standing in my room.

She was pissed. She hated that people think Drakon is a 'he'. Furthermore, she hated when people think women are weak. In a way, that was good because it helps her to keep her identity clouded. She was a mysterious assassin and her identity was unknown even with her clients.

She was so mysterious that her clients or even her boss didn't knew her gender or anything about her.

"Before you kill me may I have the honour seeing the beauty behind that hat."

"The people who knew my identity and saw my face are all dead. Are you sure, you wanna know my identity?" She said as a mischievous smile appeared on her lips.

I simply nods recovering from shock. I smile bitterly and shook my head staring at her.

"Should I take that as your farewell words? Hell I should because you are dying in a minute" she with a maniacal laugh taking her hat off.

Beauty. She is a pure work of art with scars complimenting her skin. Her sharp beautiful eyes gave off a mysterious vibes, strikingly beautiful but dangerous.

Not only that, but she is a perfect devil with a beauty no men or even women can resist. No one takes another breath seeing her face.

"Condolences by Mr Mason" it was the last thing I heard from those sensuous lips.

Next I knew was she shooting a dagger into my eyes. Seconds later the lifeless body of Mike dropped in the floor with lots of crimson blood coming from his mouth.

She left using the same way she entered turning back on all the video surveillance that she blocked earlier.

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• Kate's Pov •

Changing into my pyjamas ready to call it a night. I was interrupted by a knock.

"Coming" I knew it was my baby brother checking if I was home yet. I unlocked the door asking him to get in.

"Where were you sis?" He asks closing the door.

"You know the answer already unless you want me to add details " I say simply shurgging at him.

"I don't mind that" he say smirking.

"Uh whatever it was no fun." I reply rolling my eyes.

"Get some sleep sis we leave within few hours."

"Likewise brother you should be sleeping"

"Just wanted to check sis" he say before turning.

"Good night baby bro" I walking with him to the door.

"Good night, sorella"

Closing the door and getting myself to bed his steps fades away.

Lucas is the only person who knew everything about me. My every secret. I love him more than anyone else. Ironic right coming from the one who doesn't believe in love *Sigh*

Closing my eyes I let the sleep consume me, like a gradually rising tide.

The blood pounded in her ears. Her heart thudded in her chest. Her hands shook. Her feet tingled. Her vision disfigured, as if she were looking through a fish-eye lens but saw nothing but complete darkness.

Her heart raced against time, time never seemed to stop. She had to get away. She couldn't stay near that damned place any longer. She turned took a long, slow deep breath, then rounded the corner out of sight.

There. They wouldn't know she was there. They wouldn't follow her. She killed them all. She was a killer. No one can see her. Know her identity. She was out of sight. That was all that mattered.

She clutched her hands wrapped so tightly around it that her nails dug into her palms. Breathing was hard. Really hard. There was no hope they were there. They were always there to haunt her. To confiscate her happiness.

Those were her very last thought before gaining consciousness waking up back to reality.

Yes, it was the same nightmare, all over again.

I wake up abruptly gasping for air covered in a cold sweat, shaking, heart pounding, looking around the room suspicious and paranoid.

Drawing my knees to chest leaning back I wrap my arms around myself crying, my chest growing tight as bile rose in my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut. Breathing slowed and heart quietened. Sweat had soaked through my clothes and my mattress. My legs inched to move.

Sliding off the bed, I walked to the bathroom. I splash water on my face staring in the mirror. The sadness in my could be seen in the lowering of my eyebrows, the pain in my chest visible in the widening of my eyes.

Turning slowly, until I could see my back in the mirror. Scars stretched across my back, warping the brown skin pink and white and puckered and still not fading after a decade, only growing as I grew.

A tear tracked down my cheek, scurrying to plop onto my shoulder to try and ease the tightness in my chest. Another tear left my eye to join it, and soon, I was quietly crying, staring at myself in the silvered glass as tears fell like rain onto the bathroom floor.

It takes two cold face-washers to make my face look somewhat normal again, and not puffy and blotchy and like I'd been crying my heart out in the bathroom.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the bathroom walking to my bed grabbing my laptop surfing information about Bauman Moscow State Technical University and their students. Interesting.

After learning some interesting information I decided to workout. I change into my workout clothes before heading to gym room.

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And that was a soul stirring emotional. It took me a while writing the nightmare and panic attack scene. Whereas, the killing scrap was exciting. What do you guys think about it?

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Signing off

~A