Memories (5)

Derek walked into the garden behind his house. He took time in inhaling the scent of each plant specie, and registering the memory in his brain.

Speaking of memories, he hoped he would discard some by being more aware of the present not the past. But, that was impossible.

The faces of Stanley, and his daughter Jessica kept coming. It brought back memories he had buried.

At some point, he sat on the ground, and began to contemplate about the identity of the assassin. Innoculus would never do this. Even if they wanted to bring a civil raid, he would be informed about the happenings.

This made him realize that this assassin didn't belong to any group. He was a single man assassin, which was quite deadly as he could take law into his own hands, without his actions being addressed by the higher authorities. He wandered in his thoughts, and that brought him to the memories he never wanted to remember, but he had no option.

That was twenty years back. When he was young, agile and full of energy. He got initiated into the assassin cult at a young age, and he became the best in the guild. This attracted the attention of other guilds, and as time passes, he was at the top of his game.

That was how he began to make money. Working for the assassins, killing government officials, kidnapping those in influence, and creating all manner of havoc, just to get enough money.

In the long run, he became a bloodthirsty muncher, who didn't care who he hurt, as far as he get his goals accomplished. It became too much to an extent that he fought with his guild leader, and killed him.

This of course, attracted punishment as the law proposed. He was to be killed by being hanged on a burning torch. On the day of execution, when it was his turn, he waited for those able bodied hands to tie him to the pole. He thought that his life was over. But no. That was just the beginning. He found compassion in the eyes of Cent Na Hir, the leader of the cult.

Released, he was placed at the service of Cent Na Hir, and he learnt new skills. He became so good that the nobilities feared that he might one day kill their leader. But no.

Cent Na Hir was wise enough and made him his warrior. His story reached its peak. He could kill as many as he wanted without bring queried. He went in suicidal missions and came back victorious. He became more bloodthirsty than a vampire.

Burning villages, destroying communities, killing people, both innocent and guilty was bis hobby. Cent Na Hir entered a covenant with him that his son would become the next leader of the cult. He wasn't made the leader because of his bloodthirsty nature.

Not until he went for another suicidal mission. No one cared about him because they thought that he would die. Also, he had a son by one of the numerous wives he married in the cult.

Then he met Nora. At that point.....

"Mr Mayor, you're needed" Diaz said. Thinking that this was an ambush, he held Diaz wrists, and proposed to invert it.

Diaz, on the contrary side flipped dodging that move. The two had just acted under impulse, and looked at each other through the lens of suspicion.

"Mr Mayor, we've been looking for you for the past forty-five minutes" Diaz said, trying to change the topic.

"Why?"

"It is of utter importance. We need you to come now"

"At least give me a hint" Derek said.

Diaz sighed before he looked at Derek again.

"Senator Moses have been attacked"

His suspicion changed to fear, as he thought of where would all this lead them to.

All because of the guilt of one man. And the name of that man is Derek Moore.

HIS GUILT