THE DEADLY MISSION

EPISODE 8

The ache in my stomach became intolerable as I started crying, but Hannah was merely clutching her stomach and not crying like I was.

As my intestine began to close up, I screamed, "my mommy!"

" Mummy's kid," she teased, her face wrinkling as she stared at Me in awe.

When the door burst open, I was unable to respond.

Two people in masks entered the room and carried us out with ease.

I noticed some individuals come out of separate rooms with children in their arms, indicating that we weren't the only ones poisoned.

The large room we were all placed in was packed with a plethora of different children crying.

To quiet us down, a gunshot was fired into the air.

When we were all groaning in pain, the Lady who had addressed us before appeared on stage with a brilliant smile on her face.

I tried to find Hannah from where I was, but she was nowhere to be seen.

"The next person who sheds tears among you will be killed," the lady said, threateningly.

"You've all been poisoned with gamalco III, a poison that causes minor stomach disturbances before killing you," the lady said, and I could hear a muffled cry as several of the children put their hands over their mouths to prevent the weeping sound from escaping their lips.

"But here's the good news, if you can handle the pain for an hour, you'll be cured automatically without the need for an antidote," she threatened, waving the pistol in her hand followed by a burst of hysterical laughter. "But make sure you don't shut your eye within the 1 hour or you die automatically, and sure, don't shed tears or I help the poison work faster by lodging a bullet into your skull."

When two children began to scream, the Lady in Red didn't hesitate to keep her word and killed them.

She was excellent with her target, putting no pressure on herself to bring them down, and some men in masks arrived to remove their corpses from our midst.

"THE SNIPER only takes in those who are willing to fight and wrestle for their lives no matter what the situation is, out of you all, we only need 5 agents from y'all," she said, and I gasped. Even without counting, I could tell there were more than 50 kids in the room, excluding those who were already dead.

I couldn't bring myself to cry out loud.

Even as a child, I was afraid of death because I knew more about it than I was supposed to.

Another thought entered my mind as I considered Hannah's unexpected departure; might she be one of the two children brought down? "No," I said, shaking my head in disbelief as I concentrated on the pain I was feeling.

" She's stronger than this," I told myself, despite the fact that I had only met her for a short time.

I knew this because I was counting when the men in black surrounding us came into our midst to withdraw the deceased kids after the first 30 minutes inside the room.

I was slowly losing my mind, but my determination to stay alive and, if possible, see my mother again kept me going.

On the wall was a wall clock, which I was using to keep track of the time.

My eye grew fuzzy and the clock hands multiplied into thousands in my sight, making it difficult to keep track of time as I felt my eye shut down.

Someone grabbed my hand and stopped me from closing my eyes at that precise moment.

"Focus on me," she murmured to me, "it will soon be done," she continued staring at me. I c****d my head back to see who it was and was astonished to see a kid in a mask, not just a kid but my roommate, Hannah.

"You're doing fine, you'll be OK," she assured me, but I couldn't take it any longer.

My eyelids were begging to collide, her face was whirling in my vision, and her speech was shaky in my ears.

As my eye finally closed, I couldn't focus on anything else.

I opened my eye after feeling a searing pain in my hand.

Hannah was the one who snatched my hand with the pin from her earring.

Blood was dripping from my hand, where she had used the pin.

She stared back at me as I looked at her.

"Don't close your eyes, breathe slowly, very slowly, and focus all of your attention on me," she screamed quietly at me.

I vigorously shook my head to clear it and catch a quick glance at the time before it filled up again.

Just ten minutes more, I told myself as I focused on Hannah, who was doing her best to hide her suffering and make me believe everything was well with her so I could drop my cowardice act.

After a few minutes, I let out a great sigh as the pain subsided a little before I dropped out.

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I took the pill from my pocket and consumed it while the door was scanning me.

As I walked into the sitting area, I sensed a peculiar air; something wasn't quite right.

"Did I just walk into a trap?" I wondered aloud as I looked around the room, trying to figure out what was sounding the alarm.

"You're pretty good, I applaud you for that," a female voice stated as she clapped in a series of one after the other.

"You just stepped into the trap of my vengeance," Stephanie remarked as she appeared with a group of men brandishing guns at me.

"What's going on here?" I inquired innocently.

I knew the game was off, and Sniper knew it as well. Perhaps that's why they ordered me to eliminate her, but they could have been considerate enough to give me a heads up on what I was in for.

"Don't f——-g pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about," she yelled, her voice tinged with sadness.

" I freaking love you, willing to give my life for you, but you but, but " she stuttered before giving up and sitting on one of the couches in the room while her guys pointed their guns at me.

" I promise I have no idea what you're talking about," I responded, staring at her blankly.

She flicked her fingers, and one of the guys walked into the room's bar and ordered a bottle of Krug, Stephanie's favorite wine, along with a tumbler.

Except for the sounds emerging from the movement of the gentleman who went to acquire wine, the room was filled with an unpleasant quiet.

He handed it to Stephanie along with a wine opener, which she used to remove the wine's cork.

She drank the entire contents of the tumbler she held in her hand.

When I noticed the opportunity she's giving me, I smirked.

Stephanie is a light drinker who gets tipsy with a small amount of alcohol and becomes emotional as a result.

She drank three tumblers of the beverage before letting go of the bottle.

During this moment, no one said anything.

When the bottle landed on the ground, it shattered into pieces, spilling the remaining liquid within.

One of the guys wanted to clear out, but she stopped him.

She stooped down from her couch and trod on the broken bottle; she showed no signs of being harmed, but she was, for the bottle injured her leg, leaving a bloodstain on the fine white marble floor.

She staggered over to where I had knelt and began crying as she slammed her fist into my chest.

"Why did you do it, 

"How much did he pay you, I could have given you twice if you had asked, I will pay you triple of it, I would have, I would, I love you so much," she sobbed, her hand on my chest.

She instantly remained calm and fixed her gaze on me with lust in her eyes.

"Because this is a turning point for us, I believe I deserve this," she whispered passionately as she kissed me.

The gun-wielding dudes turned away from us.

She kissed me and held my head hard as if it was the final time she would kiss me; oops, I forgot it was supposed to be the last time.

I was overjoyed since she had accomplished my aim entirely on her own.

I was a viper at the time, and all of the fluids in my mouth were fatal, and she had simply taken it into her mouth.

Her release was prompted by a small cough from her.

As she tried to stand up, her cough became more intense, so I swiftly drew the plastic-made knife from within my shoe, grabbed her by the neck, and placed the knife beside her neck.

At the same time, all of the guys levelled their guns at me.