Hide from 'Falling' || H.S

Chapter 1 - Ashley | Two calls

As I mentioned before, I enjoyed this work.
The kind of power I feel when one of the most wanted people in this world whines for mercy as soon as I lay a single finger on them is indescribable. I shouldn't like it so much, I know. However, I can not change anything about it. This job also has its shady sides.

Shortly before the dead entrance your life rushes past you. The circulation collapses, breathing stops, the heart stops beating - a life comes to an end. The body tries to supply the brain with oxygen until the end, but eventually it fails. We all have to die at some point. I was not afraid of death.

I had come very close to it many times. I knew the pain all too well. There was no one who would care if I died suddenly. Not even my family would care. They only care about their reputation. Sometimes I wish they were on the red list too.

600 seconds. Ten minutes and you relive your whole life before you finally die. Our lives race past us in snapshots. Snapshot after snapshot.

Being the last thing these people see before they leave our lovely world is the best thing. Each of them curses the day they made the first wrong decision in their life that brought them to this exact point. The point at which I kill them.

Just thinking about it makes the adrenaline shoot through my veins. Even more so when I recall why I did this. Everyone on this list deserved to die. Without any exception.

Normal people try to make their lives worth living, only to relive pure happiness in the last seconds before death. They obeyed laws and paid their bills.

But there were always some, like those on the red list, who had other plans. They took advantage of others and harmed them with it, only to be able to live better themselves.

People can be sick as fuck. And I hate it.

Especially men. They are all so predictable.

My mother always wanted me to do something that would make me happy. Unlike my father, she never asked me to take over the family business.
Maybe she thinks I'm not capable, but I couldn't care less about her opinion.

Telling her that I work for a certain part of the CIA didn't please her in the end. Even when I said it would make me happy like she always wanted.

Of course, I never went into detail with my explanation. The red list is top secret. Otherwise, everyone will be in danger.

Even to me, not all names are disclosed. I only find out about most of them when I get the call.

I think my dear parents still think I sit at the computer and tell others what to do through a headset. They have no idea that this changed years ago.

I'm sure my mother still wishes I would finally marry a rich man with whom I could come to peace. Of course, only if she likes him and if he is good for our family reputation.

After all, a Scott must only provide the best of the best for her family. Children are highly desired, but I don't think I ever want kids. I don't want them to live in this sick world. They deserve better.

Besides, for a happy family, you also need a husband. And I don't have one. For fuck sake I'm 22. Children and a husband are the last thing on my mind right now. After all I'm working for the CIA.

A private life is therefore almost impossible. It's a miracle that I can still see my family from time to time. But I am sure that my father has something to do with it. He is a powerful man. After all, the multi-million dollars don't come on their own.

It makes me sick to think of all the things my family has properly done to become so incredibly rich. Another reason why I try to see them as rarely as possible.