Like I've never seen the sky before

Rowena was sitting on the rooftop edge cleaning her gun to a shine. She liked how the moonlight made it glimmer even more. She was a assasin, but still human. She focused on cleaning her gun to a spit clean polish, she loved her weapon. Her weapon was her only friend, she always used it's power to save herself from torture. She wished that she didn't always have to rely on it's power. She looked up at the sky after she finished cleaning the weapon. Remembering the nights at the training camp. The sounds of crying, pain, hate, and sometimes bittersweet songs would be heard at night there. She remembered a girl who would always sing at night. Even the day she was excuted for not assasinating someone she sung.

Rowena hummed the bittersweet tune without realizing it, she remembered so many battles. So many hardtimes, but she always heard that song. That was why she had turned against them and assasinated as many of those horrible people as she could one day. She escaped after letting go as many of the students as possible. She wasn't trying to be a good person, but she was doing for them what she always wanted to happen. She remembered the countless scars she received at the training camp. She sighed, the words of the song very much engraved on her heart from the past. She looked back to her gun, she wondered why her life had to be so shattered.

She heard someone else on the roof, looking around she always had been afraid someone would come after her and assasinate her from the place. She hoped she destroyed all her enemies, she wondered.

Oh, hello. I didn't realize anyone else was up here. I'm Laken Reeves

She noticed his grin, to her it looked insincere even if it was hard to tell the difference on a stranger. She looked up at him no expression on her face, "You expected someone else, I can sense it." She said looking at him, she knew why he had rushed. She couldn't read minds or emotions but she figured the boy had a emotional attatchment to this other girl. "No need to fake it you know, you can leave right now and not have to strain your friendly attitude by talking to a stranger as if they were a friend." She was always doing dangerous things, but she learned from being a assasin the types of people and how they'd react to such things. She also prefered to be in a dangerous position than a safe one, because then she'd at least escape her thoughts.

"I'm Raki." She said lying, though she didn't seem to be, she said her lies with such ease. Not because she had no conscience but because she was used to assasin work that required a cunning ability to lie without increase in heartbeat or emotional distress. She was quite good at hiding such lies. Another reason she lied was so she didn't have to see people again, she liked being alone because that meant no one could hurt her or leave her or die. She didn't have a good past, why would she want to let someone kill her after escaping. She was quiet not trying to converse with the boy, she didn't like small talk. She hated trying to seem normal, normal wasn't her thing. She looked at the sky, she enjoyed the moon's light not because it was romantic. But because it seemed as though God's way of showing she wasn't alone. Though many times she failed God, and killed innocents even though she was forced to she had done it willingly and hadn't fought after a while.

She wondered what the boy would've thought if she told him she was a killer. She figured he probably would've not wanted to be around her that much. She didn't mind it, she figured relationships as friends were worth nothing anyway. Afterall, she had never had a chance in her life to make a friend. She only knew people, she never let them know her. She knew peoples weaknesses and strengths and why they fought. She often was a strategist when it came to people. She knew how to escape a question or two if she needed to. She payed very little heed to the boy. "Boy, I'm a murderer. Do you really want to associate with one whose killed innocent people before?" She said, she wanted to see his reaction. Not only that but she felt she should warn him, because she didn't want him to start a friendship and want to take it back or kill her. It was better he knew right off that she was a murderer and he didn't want to associate with her.

That's okay, I almost killed my entire family when I was just a baby.

She sighed, "But that was a accident if you were a baby. You weren't accountable for that, and besides that you didn't kill anyone who was innocent. I've killed approxiamently 200 people in my short life, how is it right to know your murdering them and murder them anyway?" She said looking at him, "You really don't want to be in my company, it's not the safest place to be." She knew that if the group came after her they'd send their most elite assasins to kill her and whomever was near to her that could've heard information.

Could you at least tell me your real name? One killer to another.

"It's best if you don't know my name." She said bluntly, if he knew her name it would be obivious they had conversed. Meaning he'd be killed without mercy, it'd be best if she really didn't talk to him at all. But she wasn't going to push it, she didn't feel like moving from her comfortable seat on the edge of the building.

She looked at him, "You have family still, yet you seem lonely. How is it possible to have a family and still be lonely?" She asked him, puzzled at why someone could have a family that loves them and still be alone. She had lost her family at a young age, she barely remembered them. Except from one bloodstained picture of her mother, but she had nothing else. She couldn't remember her brother or her father or mother. She only had one picture of the woman she assumed to be her mother. She didn't even know that for sure since her mind had been tortured in training camps. She only remembered the bloody scene of their deaths but not their faces. She couldn't remember their faces, she couldn't imagine them. She had to remain hard against her past in order to survive her life.

Well I never really knew my eldest sister, Arethusa, she just sort of avoided me after the incident, scared of me I guess, maybe she thought I would try and kill her again. Mist, my mother, always blamed me for Troy, my father, never really being the same. That's okay though, because I never really thought of them as my parents, also they avoided me quite a bit too, I saw them on occasion, but I only ever spent time with Visola, my other older sister, and Mom and Dad, my grandparents. I miss them a lot and I know they miss me too, but they can't keep me around forever, they're getting older by the day, once they're gone Mist and Troy won't keep in contact and will most likely forbid Vi from seeing me or contacting me.

"You know, at least you have someone at the moment. Don't focus so much on the past of a accident. You were a baby unable to control your powers, how could you have known what you were doing was wrong or how to stop it? Your sister doesn't sound smart to blame you, neither does your birth parents. But your other sister may yet be able to see you." Rowena said shifting her weight, "She won't let you live alone and unhappy if she really loves you. Maybe she'd just run away and come after you after your grandparents die. But you should be glad you've had this long with them and haven't had a short time." She said thinking about the day her parents were killed.

She sighed looking up at the sky, she wasn't one to open easily. But she decided since he told her that much she may as well give him something. "My real name is Rowena." She said bluntly, she wasn't one to be sweet or kind even. She did what she thought was right, kindness had nothing to do with it. Even though it may seem sweet or kind that she tried to encourage him she wasn't really kind or sweet because she was a murderer afterall. She wasn't going to give him more information than that. "Don't tell anyone you know my name, they could kill you." She said bluntly.

Well, that isn't something I plan on doing anytime soon, so your secret is safe with me, Rowena

She gave a weak smile, "Thanks." She said trying to sound sincere but not really feeling it. She sighed looking at the stars, her arm hurt slightly. She rubbed it lightly with her other hand, she hated when scars hurt. She never could get rid of a scar that hurt, because usually it meant it had never been settled in her past. She wondered what would happen in her life. She sighed, "I guess I should tell you something about my life. I'm a orphan, my parents were murdered when I was 5. I was the only witness to the murder." She said bluntly and left it at that.

Her eyes looked back toward her gun, she was the only one who saw the murder. Her father was a great man, her mother a kind woman. It was a shocking and sad time. She remembered the cruelity the people had towards her after just murdering her parents. She remembered them forcing her to be covered in their blood, even forcing her to watch their death over and over by recording it. She remembered that, and only wanted to kill them more. She already had anhilliated as many of those people as she could find. She forced herself to stop hunting them down, she wanted to kill them all. She wanted to hurt them, stab them. She clenched her fist, she sighed coming back to the here and now. She lived too much in the past. She knew that too well. She sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm not much company."