Pull The Trigger : Chapter 2
Previously on the “Pull The Trigger"
Hi am Shito. I know that's not popular name. İt's Japanese. No, I'm not Japanese but it's long story. Don't worry, I will tell you my hole life. Let me start today…
I don't even remember exactly how I started this. I was pretty young when I came to Paris. I learned to survive alone in the dangerous streets of Paris. A few years later I met him. He was in my tights and he was wearing black until the night. There was a red mask on his face. I found it funny and absurd to be masqueraded then. His words have linked me to him own ideals. That young man now is the leader of the greatest gang in Paris. I'm his first shooter. I've been killing for him for almost ten years, but I still can not see his face, just like the other triggers. İf he will meet someone, he will meet behind a window. He call the triggers at night and report their targets. Even if I was the first shooter, I do not know how it came to this position. All I know is that he lacks compassion. And that he should never be betrayed ... He is cruel and charming person. Maybe that's why everybody in Paris knows him. Some people did not know the name of this red masked man "Red Anger" he said. But these are usually the people who have learned their assassinations by sitting on their comfy seats. Everyone knows him and us. He is "Shadowless Man" we are his shadow. He chose these names just as he chose us one by one. He calls himself the Shadowless Man because he never sees the day. He called us "My Shadows" because we are the reflections of his daytime outings, the shadows fulfilling his command…
Here I am the first of hundreds of shooters working at the command of such a mysterious and powerful man. Most of the shooters respect me because I'm the first person to be selected. They also make fun of me as a woman at the same time. A woman is a trigger ... A woman who takes a life, uses a weapon,a sentimental and merciless woman ... It is both a shame and a source of fear for them to be women. In Paris, there are only female criminals on our gang, and I am the best. At the same time, I am the only woman in Paris who can sit in the same table with these blood smelling men, give orders to them, and even can kill them. I am both, a scared and embarrassed person. So when I look at the face, I see their fears but when I turn my back, I hear their whispers ... But this is not important to me, I only care about the tasks that the Shadowless Man will give.
It does not make much sense for the others to think about me. I don’t do anything to deserve respect, I don’t want to be an example to anyone, I just do what I do well. But as time goes on my talent is running low and I am slowing down. I'm not as fast as the old one anymore. I want to sleep continuously and this hunger is growing day by day. I have not seen a nightmare or a dream for years and I am forget what it feels like. The last dream I see is from before I met Shadowless Man. I am aware of the darker days... I have to go on a holiday. It is an infinite and irreversible holiday... I am an age that can be regarded as young according to most triggers, but this does not change the fact that I am tired. I'm tired of killing; I am tired of hearing the victims crying and praying for mercy, I am tired of pulling the trigger... Some days I want to hang on to the gun to my head and go out for a break, but then something is giving me up. I said"Another day." I can not pull the trigger every time because I am so tired. I didn’t pull the trigger this morning and decided to live another day. But this day should be different from my other days ...
