Chapter 87 - Assassin

His sister died in his hands. But something was different.

For some reason, she had a smile on her face as if she had achieved something or had found happiness. At the same time, the boy's c.h.e.s.t felt heavy as if he had done something wrong.

Of course, killing was a crime and it was his first time doing it, and it was probably the feeling of killing someone that was making him get the weird feeling, however it was way too uncomfortable to describe.

He lifted her body which was already lifeless. The water from the rain had washed away the blood from his hand and the knife.

Needless to say, the road was a bit tainted now because of the blood. As she was killed, the rain got intense.

He then lifted his sister in his arms while keeping the knife in the back pocket and then walked all the way back to the prison.

He soon reached the police station where he could see that the cops were getting ready to leave in search of him.

An order for the encounter was probably given but the moment they saw him coming towards them, they forgot about it and rushed towards him.

They took his sister away from him and handcuffed him right after which they called the ambulance and his sister was taken away.

But unfortunately, she was dead long back. Well, sometimes it's possible to bring a person back to life, of course, if they were to enter a death-like state probably because of which the ambulance took her despite knowing that she wasn't breathing.

Regardless, the news soon became official that she was dead.

His uncle and aunt rushed to the hospital and then back to the police station.

"You bastard! What did she ever do to you!?", the uncle practically grabbed his collars and slapped his face while saying that.

"..."

The boy had nothing to say. He kept his mouth closed and let his uncle and aunt hit him as much as they could.

It was indeed painful for them to hear the news of her death!

What else could they do but hit him and shed tears while doing so? Not that she would come back to life after doing all this.

They eventually stopped after they became tired but their anger was nowhere near over.

The cops didn't stop them because they too thought that he did something unforgivable.

Of course, the cops had heard about how he murdered his parents and now after seeing this, they thought that he deserved a beating at the least, needless to say, they wanted to kill such a mad psycho criminal!

After they stopped, the cops started to hit him brutally.

He was in pain, immense pain, both physically as well as mentally.

The pain of losing his sister was already too much on top of which he was getting beaten up by the cops.

Of course, he took the beatings without resistance thinking that the pain from the beatings could overtake and erase the pain of losing his sister!

After that, they too got tired and left him to rot in the prison. He was bleeding, but not enough yet.

Of course, with little bleeding, he wouldn't die. All that would happen was he would suffer from pain which the cops thought was the best torture for him at the moment.

Since he caused a crime just after commuting one, that is, killing Jo, his trial was kept the very after another seven days as it was considered to be a major case!

Well, that's what everyone thought, but the one who was pulling the strings was a friend of his father, whom he often referred to as Uncle Rebok.

"Are you alright...?", was the voice that he heard while he had fainted from the pain.

He opened his eyes slowly only to find the said uncle in front of him.

The cops were forced to leave, that is, he held a high position so they had to obey, after all, who could deny the World's Best Prosecutor?

He had tons of money with the help of which he was able to manipulate the decisions taken by the Chief judge, probably even threatened many!

"Do you remember me?", he asked.

"You are..."

The bit could remember the person with ease because he had seen his father and mother roaming and partying with him tons of times, needless to say, he had visited their house many times.

"Uncle Rebok?", he asked in a low and shaky voice.

"Yes...", while saying this, he tried his best to wipe aay the blood that had covered his face and hands.

"What are you doing here uncle?", the boy asked.

"I'm here to rescue you..."

"You will be taken to some other place for interrogation but it would be nothing other than a facade."

Just by listening to that, the boy understood that the man in front of him was trying to help him.

"I don't deserve to be rescued, uncle...", was his reply.

"I don't deserve to live..."

"Huh...?", his uncle was surprised to hear that.

"..."

"Didn't you hear uncle, I killed my parents, then I killed uncle Jo and then I killed my sister with my own hands", he shed tears while looking at his hands which were covered with blood even now.

Well, he thought that he didn't deserve to live anymore after killing his sister, but then all of a sudden his uncle revealed something which made him think otherwise.

"You have to live..."

"You have to live in order to take revenge for your parents who were killed brutally..."

"You have to teach them a lesson..."

When the boy heard that, not only was he confused, but also couldn't understand anything.

"Revenge?" 

"..."

"Listen..."

"The uncle Jo that you are mentioning about, he was killed by your sister..."

"The picture that she took ended up in your hands due to which you became a primary suspect..."

"But it's true, she was the one who killed him..."

The boy knew about it all along after all she had come and told him about it. So saying this didn't change much other than the fact that someone else other than himself knew this!

"How...?"

"How did you find that out?", he asked.

"..."

"Well, I didn't find it out..."

"I knew it all along because I and you sister made the plan to kill him and we did it successfully..."

"..."

The boy was completely shocked by the revelation.

"So, you were the one who suggested her to do this?", indeed, that was the only conclusion he could draw out of this conversation.

"Yes, I did..."

"I was the one who provided her trainers in combat..."

"I was the one who turned her into a super-genius..."

"And I was the one who made her an assassin...", was what he said.

The boy's eyes trembled the moment he heard that.

The fact that his sister was an assassin shocked him much more than anything else.

Needless to say, he understood why she was so sharp and found that he had entered her room despite the fact that he hadn't left any noticeable clues.

"...", he was speechless, he didn't know what to say or ask.

"You might have wanted to know who killed your parents...", Rebok asked.

"..."

He was right, the boy had been desperate the know who killed his parents.

"You will know everything..."

"You just have to come with me..."

"..."

"But I'm a sinner...", was what the boy said.

That was the only thing he kept saying and it was probably that guilt feeling that was binding him.

The man turned towards the exit and straighten the hay which he was wearing.

He then put on the yellowish-white coat which he had been holding all this time on the black suit.

"I won't deny that..."

"You have indeed committed a sin..."

"A single..."

"But a major sin..."

"That is..."

"Killing your sister who did nothing wrong...", he said with a low voice.

"..."

"You need to come with me to wash that sin away..."

"..."

To be continued...