-I don't think so, if I understand myself well enough, if we had meet before I would've supported you no matter what; it's quite ironic how I found the girl I would be willing to stay together forever and now that same girl asks me to kill her and not to save her- he chuckled.

Hearing that, I could only blush.

It's quite ironic if you think about it. Me, an existence which could only be called as a clone, a doll, an instrument, is now being confessed to by the person whom I asked to kill me.

Normally something like this wouldn't even faze me; for first, those that don't know my line of work represents a really little share of the people that frequents me (all the people who know my line on work either are scared, dead, or they think that by giving me money, they'll be able to ask for everything they want... a lot of time they show all of those behaviour once I'm done whit them); and even they normally only look at me with a lecherous stare, be it boys or girls.

It's not easy to live when you know that just by walking, every single man turns to look.

Aaaahhh, what's with me today? I never had such a strange day, and considering everything I've done, there are not that many things that could surprise me.

The first thing that I can remember is my birth: I opened my eyes in a long transparent tank filled with strange liquids; I had already a lot of knowledge by that time, but it was all jumbled together, the only thing that I could understand was that my body was around fifteen, which for some reasons I found strange and that I had no memory whatsoever of who or what I was.

After some minutes, the people behind the glass started to drain the liquids, and I was bringed out; immediately after that someone asked me: -do you remember me?-.

Not having the slightest idea of what was happening I honestly answered that I couldn't remember a thing... not the best idea I ever had, as they immediately said that the experiment was a failure and that more would follow.

From then on, they worked on my body and mind, my screams were useless, so I soon stopped; I tried to escape, but after the first time (which failed), they started to mess with my thoughts, making impossible for me to even think about betrayal.

The good thing was that thanks to them my body, my perception and even my tought speed multiplied enormously... while all those experiments where going on, I used my time in order to understand all the knowledge that was crammed into my head; and in only two years I was able to unravel it all.

I found that I was nothing more than a clone of the deceased daughter of the CEO of the powerful Sajin group, but because I couldn't remember it, I was discarded and used as an experiment for the creation of the best soldier ever.

It was around that time that they stopped the experiments and started the training; in only a year I learned everything I could on how to kill a person with more or less whatever weapon (more or less, I don't think you could call weapon a pencil) I could get my hands on.

And so, the day of my third birthday they gave me the freedom (after having properly set some rules in my subconscious) to become an assassin and kill all the enemies of the Sajin group.

Three years after that, the Sajin group conquered half of the world economy... and how could they not? I killed entire families untill the second generation relatives, kidnapped the ones I could not kill and sabotaged the ones I could not kidnap.

At the end of it, I was called in the underworld; every order they gave me I could not disobey, and they made me do things that I wouldn't do even to my worst enemy.

My life continued like that until today, when a random girl on the other side of the road continued to stare at me in the eyes... it was strange, normally no one look at me in the eyes, so after having crossed the road, I turned my head in curiosity, only to discover that the girl was going to be runned over by a truck.

I don't know why I did it, probably I, who was searching for a way to die without breaking any of the rules they put on me, decided that this would be my occasion; thankfully I was fast enough to push her out of the way, but not enough to avoid it myself.

Thanks to my regeneration, I was able to survive all the way to the operating room; where they gave me some kind of anesthetics, which did nothing to me apart from making me close my eyes and some difficulties in talking... which ended after three minutes, just in time to let me see the strange expression on the surgeon face.

Knowing that the cat is out of the bag I asked the surgeon and his equipe if they could kill me; I know that this will probably kill them, but I suffered enough in my life; after some questions, the surgeon understood the situation, and ordered his equip in a way that they could survive; it was not a bad plan and if they never talked about me again, they would be safe.

Everyone apart from the surgeon.

-You know, if things were not the way they're now, I would've probably fell in love with you- told me the surgeon after we remained alone.

-It would be impossible, once you knew all the things I have done you would find me even worse than trash- I answered back, but even now his eyes seemed to tell that he had understood everything about me and wouldn't mind... is there really a person like that in this world for me?

-I don't think so, if I understand myself well enough, if we had meet before I would've supported you no matter what; it's quite ironic how I found the girl I would be willing to stay together forever and now that same girl asks me to kill her and not to save her- he chuckled, then he continued: -you said that you suffered a lot for that body, and you did things that would make others look at you as if looking at garbage; but why you did them, why not for example rebel or even kill yourself before coming here?-

Hearing him say that bringed me back to my senses, for a second I had imagined how my life would have been with him... it's quite funny that fate allowed me to find someone who could love me on my last day: -they messed up with my brain, I can't disobey them, I can't kill myself, and when I'm not with them I must behave normally... the situation in which I save someone and get transported to the hospital is not contemplated, so I can do what i want... for now-.

He looked at me as if even his last chance of saving me just disappeared, so I made sure to get my point across: -now you understand why I need you to kill me? I have had enough of being used by them, I did terrible things under their orders. No more-.

The look in his eyes changed, it was like he was now undecided between making his decision by using the heart or by using the brain, like when one has to decide between the logical decision or the illogical one, then he started preparing his equipment and asked me: -what's your name?-.

-Elise-.

After that, I didn't even felt pain as I died.