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Nineteen Forty-nine She stood outside the familiar house, her heart for some reason pounding in her chest. She had been given a mission - to eliminate the two residents of the house. Her partner stood beside her, watching her closely. "Take them out," he spoke in Russian, his voice cold and unemotional.
Without a word, she slipped inside the house, her footsteps silent on the polished floors.
As she crept through the darkened hallways, her senses on high alert, a faint flicker of recognition tugged at the edges of her mind. Finally, she reached the main bedroom and hesitated momentarily, her hand hovering over the hilt of her dagger. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
The couple stirred in their sleep, their faces peaceful in the dim light. Her eyes widened as she took in their features. She didn't recognise them, but something about them felt familiar. Before she could react, the woman's eyes snapped open, locking onto her masked face. There was a moment of confusion, and then recognition dawned in the lady's eyes. "Evelyn?" she whispered, her voice filled with disbelief.
She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't speak, couldn't move. The woman reached out a trembling hand, her eyes pleading. "It's okay, sweetheart. We understand."
She quickly plunged the dagger into the woman's chest and then slit the sleeping man's throat. The sound of the lady's gasp filled the room for a couple of seconds, and just before the lady passed, the woman looked into her eyes and only saw love and understanding. And in that moment, something inside her broke. She collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she remembered who the couple were.
The memories flooded back, crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Her mother's gentle touch, her father's laughter. The family dinners, the bedtime stories. All of it came rushing back, overwhelming her senses. And as her parents lay dead before her, she realised the truth. She had killed the two people who had loved her unconditionally, who had raised her and cared for her. And now, they were gone, taken from her by her own hands.
Evelyn was numb even as the tears kept rushing down her cheeks. She could feel her heart pounding and bile rise in her throat, but emotionally, she felt numb as she stared into her mother's now-dead eyes and at her father's corpse. Roughly, she was grabbed and pulled to her feet by her partner's metal arm and was dragged away from the bloody scene. She didn't resist, didn't fight back. She was numb, lost in a haze of grief and guilt and memories of the love she shared with her parents. Evelyn didn't understand properly what happened, but she had killed her parents. That she knew for sure.
