Double Cross
The moment the light hit her closed eyelids, Cathyia woke up, gasping for air. For a
second, she forgot how to breathe. She was drowning. Her lungs still burned, or was it just her
imagination? She sat up and looked around her room. It was just a nightmare.
Her head hurt, so much to the point that she could barely remember anything at all.
What happened last night? Cathyia thought. Then it came back to her. The innocent man she
encountered was dead. She'd killed him. She took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes. There
was no turning back from what she'd done.
A few moments later, the doorbell sounded.
When she opened the door, Theo was standing on the other side.
"Hey. Can I come in?" He said.
"Of course," She shut the door behind him.
"So, I heard that the plan was a success."
"Yeah." Cathyia stood there, anxious and exhausted, unwilling to chat with him.
Theo sighed. "You can tell me what's going on. We're supposed to be a team, you
know."
"What? You called on me before breakfast. I'm not even properly dressed for the day."
"You keep on scanning every corner of the room like there's a spy hole or something," he
paused.
Cathyia finally looked at him. "Everything was just as we predicted from beginning to
end."
"That's great." He frowned. "So why the silent treatment?"
She took a shaky breath before answering him. "I don't want to do this anymore," she
said. "All this murdering? I'm done."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm done, Theo. Killing those people isn't the only solution to clean up this town."
"That's not what I mean. This city needs to be rid of all these criminals, and you are the
only one who can take care of them properly." He looked her dead in the eyes. "Even if most
people don't realize it, we need someone like you who's not afraid to make hard choices."
Cathyia smiled sarcastically. "Trust me, they don't."
"I'm asking you to reconsider."
"I'm not making any promises." She says, coldly.
"Cathyia, I can help you. How do you usually know who to kill?"
"A letter gets sent to me every week when there's a new target. I don't know who sent
them, but it contains all the basic information about what they've done."
"Who's next?"
"No idea. It's only been a day."
"Then, as soon as you get that letter, let's start planning. Anyways, I have to get back. I'll
try to throw Via off your trail."
As evening fell, Cathyia stood by the water fountain in the local park. She breathed in
deeply as the fresh air filled her lungs. She came outside to clear her mind. For now, she just
wanted to enjoy these few rare moments by herself, without any worries.
Her peaceful thoughts burst like a bubble as she heard screaming coming from the way
of her apartment.
What's happening? Cathyia thought, as she hurried back home. When she got there, a
crowd surrounded the building. She pushed into the crowd further and further, and was just in
time to hear a police officer say:
"It looks like a suicide from the third floor."
Only my father and I live on the third floor. She thought, getting more anxious by the
second.
"The man seemed drunk." The police officer continued.
That was the moment Cathyia pieced it all together. The man that jumped was her
father. Why the hell would he kill himself though? She pushed everyone else aside, and finally
saw the full scene. A body on the ground, covered with a white cloth. Two police officers, with
one woman squatting down and looking at the corpse and the other standing behind her.
"Albert, are we completely sure that this was a suicide?" asked the female officer.
Cathyia recognized that voice.
"No, however, the chances of this being a murder are pretty slim. The signs of suicide are
all here." The man replied.
The woman turned around, her gaze landing on Cathyia before it returned to Albert.
"Is that the daughter?" she asked him.
Cathyia recognized her immediately. Via Evans. She looked around for Theo, who was
standing next to the police wagon not ten steps away wiping his hands.
"What did you do to me, Mr. Wilson?"