"?" The girl with the sniper blinked a few tis in surprise at Cyanide's words, but Cyanide had no intention of answering. Instead, he continued to toy with her using his words.
"Shoot," he dared, still not even turning around to face her. "You won't."
The girl bit her bottom lip, lined with anger. You know whatfine. If this man wanted to get shot so badly, then she would grant that wish.
Or rather, she would. But for whatever reason, her finger wouldn't pull the trigger on her gun.
The back of the target's head was right in front of her, not even a ter away. Why couldn't she just press one trigger, and end his life? She's never had a situation like this happening before. She'd always been the perfect soldier. The ace sniper, the Girl Who Did Not Miss. Over the years, she's been given countless nicknas by her peers and superior officersHawkeye, Owl, and of course, her formal alias, Raven. But for so reason none of them ever felt right to her, deep down in her heart.
After a few more seconds of struggle on her end and a few more seconds of entertainnt on Cyanide's end, she gave up and stowed away her gun.
"Tch damn it. Why can't I shoot you? And more importantly how did you know the bottom half of that line, in its exact words?" She asked, eyebrows knitted together in frustration.
"It's simple," Cyanide said lightly. "I taught you it."
"Wha"
After a while of hesitation, Cyanide sighed and decided to lend her a hand. After all, as much as they were strangers now, they were once good alliesthe only person Cyanide considered trustworthy other than Luna, and what's more, also on par with himself in terms of skill.
" Answer this first," he said, sitting down on the mountaintop and glancing at her. "Back there why did you save ?"
"Why? I wasn't saving you," the girl replied defiantly. "It was just a suitable opening, the right mont to fire. That's all. Saving you was just a side effect."
"That's not completely true either, is it?" Cyanide chuckled. "You needed alive to deal the final blow to the beast, because you knew you couldn't beat it on your own."
" Well, yes. I admit that is part of the reason as well."
"False," Cyanide suddenly said, to the girl's surprise.
"What? You just said-"
"Yeah, that was a lie."
""
"The real reason why you saved was because you know . Deep down, the old you still exists. Even if you don't realize it, you subconsciously saved because we were once allies who worked together at one point. But if I am to be honest you actually do realize it, don't you? After all that's why you entered this ga in the first place."
Every word Cyanide said had been on the mark. It was as if he could read the girl like a book, and quite frankly, she didn't take to that very nicely.
" I hate you," she spat with venom, glaring her yellow eyes at Cyanide. "Why do you know so much about , even more than I do about myself?"
"Of course I do," Cyanide said quietly. "You told everything, once. Everything."
" Tell ," the girl said softly, lowering her head and sitting down beside him. " Please."
Cyanide shifted his gaze at the girl for a mont, who had her head buried between her knees, not wanting to look at him. Seeing this, he gave a light chuckle. For so reason, he felt ease around her. She was cold and ruthless, but for whatever reason, she was the first person Cyanide felt like he could truly understand and connect with. After all, the two shared many similar philosophies and beliefsthe old her, anyway. And now he was going to help her rember, as a favor for her saving him earlier.
" Your old alias was Falcon," Cyanide began, staring up at the moon. "You were an expert sniper who used to work for the military, but quit and went rogue after they tried to experint on your body and turn you into a bioengineered supersoldier. You were very prideful. You believed you were fine on your own, but when they insisted after your refusal, you couldn't accept that and decided to simply leave."
"The bioenhancents" She murmured, glancing down at her two hands. "No wonder every ti they ran tests on to make sure all the components were working fine sothing in my heart was yelling at , saying this was wrong."
"But the story doesn't end there," Cyanide continued. "Later on, you discovered that the man who ca up with the entire bioengineering project and proposed you to be part of the first batch of test subjects was none other than your own father."
"What" The girl was stunned. "Impossible my father is dead"
"Yes, he is," Cyanide said. "By your own two hands."
"But they told -"
"They told you lies, is what they told you," Cyanide interrupted coldly. "Deep down, you know. That's why you ca here, to look for answers. That is your wish, isn't it? To find out the truth behind your background, and your past."
" I did suspect it," the girl admitted at last. "It feels like there is another inside this body. We're the sa person, but she knows things I don't. A gut feeling tells there was more to what I was being let on. One night, a masked man ca up to and invited to participate in this ga. His words made question myself, and I was prompted to ask my superiors about just really who I was. But when I did they dodged my questions. And after that I accepted their invitation. After all, I was ready to break free in case anything happens."
" Well," Cyanide said, standing back up. "I'll let you rember the rest on your own. If I tell you anything more than this, you won't believe anyway since you don't rember all that much. I've done my part, to repay the favor of saving . The rest is up to you."
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