The Assassin by lightning

The world is brutal. One way or another everyone is affected by it. It all leads to certain consequences. No matter how hard we try we have to face but life doesn't end there. As every consequence leads to the rise or fall of a person, it depends upon how you handle it. Not that it matters for me anymore. 8th July, today, I am on my way back home after killing a person. I've lost the count of how many people I killed but that's my job. I am an assassin, not by choice. "Jules my dear, all the people you will have to assassinate, they are not going to be innocent. If they are gone it will only lead to the peace of the world, It is only justified". These were the lines quoted by my only supervisor I have ever known, on my first day at the job. I was only 17 at that time. Anyone in their sane mind would be against those words. I do oppose them but I am insane to still do this job.

Finally I reach home, my bed. I could sleep for 24 hours. I lie down on my bed after a shower, my body was covered in blood, not that it's something new.

At 5am in the morning, I got a call from my agency. It was in codes so I had to break it first. It said that my next target would be at a hotel at 8pm two days later. While at this job, we are not supposed to know the name or face of our target. Certain hints are given which are just right to identify the target. Now I have to wait for two days.

"Hey Jules! how have you been? It's only been some weeks but it felt like months. I missed you so much." says Lyla. "Months? It felt like years to me." I replied. We met at a convenience store. She is the only friend I have. She is the best person I've ever met yet I'm the worst one. She is the complete opposite of me and maybe she is the only person I trust. We've been friends for 3 years. I moved to this town 5 years ago, when I was 17. However we don't meet that often. She doesn't know who I really am. My cover job is an artist because my art skills are good.

We chatted a bit and went our ways. I can finally rest in peace now but that peace never lasts long, even in my dreams I see the faces of the people I've ever killed. Unless I keep myself busy enough, my life is a living nightmare. I never imagined my life to be like this. That was until my parents death in a car accident when I was 11 years old, I also have a younger brother, Damian who was 6 years old at that time. After that we were adopted. My step-parents loved Damian but that was not the case with me, they had no kids of their own. I lived there for 6 years, the worst six years of my life but as I moved on, it only went more worse. I meet my brother from time to time. I didn't take him with me because I don't want to be a source of bad influence to him, so that he can live a normal life.

Two days have passed now and I am at the hotel waiting for my target to arrive. I am dressed as a member of the housekeeping staff in the target's room. Finally the door opens and a person enters, he is the target. I am about to make my move, I look at him, at his face. He seems familiar. I hesitate and I don't want to. I find it awfully ridiculous. I recognize him. What is he doing here and why is he the person I have to kill? Why did I have to recognize him?

Now he is looking at me. The same way I did. "Jules ?", he asks with his eyes filled with confusion.

After listening to that, I think I might have stabbed him.

Or tried to stab him.