1 He wanted me to kill his son

That was it. I was supposed to kill his son. I was supposed to kill the brother of the person I fell in love with.

"Mister ...Robert ?" Mary asks ,"Are you really an assassin ?"

I stare down at her . Her small breakable neck under my powerful fists . Yet I had never felt so weak in my life .

Because I have never seen someone so beautiful.

I don't understand. The knowing face she wears. She is an idiot . Because she still doesn't look scared though I have her pinned to the marbled floor. Her blue eyes , though , have a hollow stare that scares me to death .

Don't look at me, -- I want to say --- close those eyes ."Whom did you tell ?" I sneer , I growl , I do everything but press her throat tighter ,"How far do you know ?"

''Papa brought you here . For Brown."

"Who does know except you !"

Now she doesn't answer. Looking at her , this all could be a pretty dream. No , a pretty nightmare . The kind I have feared about ....

that someday ,I'll kill someone close to me . Someone of my own.

"I didn't tell anyone " She assures me . She . Assures . Me .

"Why "

"Because I love you "

Her voice is so quite . Just like the whispering summer breeze outside , where a full moon blooms flooding the balcony with blue light .

There are drops of water on her face . But They aren't her tears.She tries to reach for my face despite her shoulder blades being pinned by me .

"Enough ."I say ,"Enough enough ENOUGH !"

And I press her throat , I need to kill her .

Mr. Visslevitch. Brown and Mary's father --- Its not like I really have to kill her since Mr.Visslevitch didn't want me to . Though its absolutely necessary now for her to die since she knows too much for her own good .

But that's not why I am killing her .

It's Because she has been the only person who has made me feel human .