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tuzannaI had the chance now, to go back in time, to kill him before any of it even began.
I looked at the young mother, holding her baby with a loving gaze, unaware that any misfortune could come to the permanently bonded pair. She held her infant to her breast and smiled. My heart sunk. Is it possible for fate to be wrong?
I turned away from the window and stared down at the ground. I had been sent back to the middle of a beautiful spring day. The grass at my bare feet was dried by the sun, no trace of the chilling morning dew. The clothes I had haphazardly gathered on my way here were mere shreds of fabric, but even in a tank top and short skirt, with no socks or shoes, I was still comfortably embraced by the warm breeze. A ladybug crawled across my toes. I didn't feel anything like an assassin in my current state, but an assassin I was. My buzzed hair and tattooed arms were proof of my involvement in the resistance. However, with the world looking so beautiful and peaceful, I almost wanted to throw away my mission and let it be.
But that baby would grow up to kill my family, and along with it, millions of other innocent people. Thousands of other babies would die. Families would be broken apart. People would be tortured. Murder. Genocide. Countless crimes against humanity. The entire world would be thrown into a state of war and chaos.
It just hadn't happened yet. At this time, the only proof of what was to come... was me and my foggy memories.
I looked at the young mother, holding her baby with a loving gaze, unaware that any misfortune could come to the permanently bonded pair. She held her infant to her breast and smiled. My heart sunk. Is it possible for fate to be wrong?
I turned away from the window and stared down at the ground. I had been sent back to the middle of a beautiful spring day. The grass at my bare feet was dried by the sun, no trace of the chilling morning dew. The clothes I had haphazardly gathered on my way here were mere shreds of fabric, but even in a tank top and short skirt, with no socks or shoes, I was still comfortably embraced by the warm breeze. A ladybug crawled across my toes. I didn't feel anything like an assassin in my current state, but an assassin I was. My buzzed hair and tattooed arms were proof of my involvement in the resistance. However, with the world looking so beautiful and peaceful, I almost wanted to throw away my mission and let it be.
But that baby would grow up to kill my family, and along with it, millions of other innocent people. Thousands of other babies would die. Families would be broken apart. People would be tortured. Murder. Genocide. Countless crimes against humanity. The entire world would be thrown into a state of war and chaos.
It just hadn't happened yet. At this time, the only proof of what was to come... was me and my foggy memories.
