I felt the footsteps near me, I knew who it would be. Nero was here to use his new way of torturing on me. But it will never be a success. I have seen and felt  more in this lifetime.

Yes, he has me captured for the last two months and since then he has been torturing me like crazy. He thinks that he has captured me, but he got me because I wanted him to be. Not exactly a torture, if asked me, even kids can come up with new ideas to torture better than him. I killed his brother. Yes, I fucking killed his fucker of a brother. He was a complete asshole. And it was my revenge. I killed him for my family, and there is a long list of humans to go.

My eyes weighted too much and I am afraid that I can't open them. Even if I couldn't open my eyes, I knew that the person here with me wasn't Nero, it's someone else, there might be three persons from the boot sound. I felt three men closer to me, their breath. They might have thought that I was dead, so I spoke, my voice crisps, and raspy.

"Pli bone mortigu min kiam vi povas, mi ne estas iu, kiu forgesas ion, aĉulo."

(Better kill me when you can, I'm not someone who forgets anything, bastard).

I've always used Esperanto to speak while on missions and when I don't know who I'm facing, even Nero thinks that I only know Esperanto. Many think that I only know Esperanto and Italian.

"Mi ne estas li, Red."

(I'm not him, Red).

One among the men replied. His voice sent a shiver through my bones, damn, he knows the language, spoils the fun to curse. From his voice I guess he is hot. I just smirked before replying.

"Ne gravas min, kiu diable vi estas. Vi ne ricevos eĉ unu informon de mi."

(I don't care who the hell you are. You won't get a single piece of information from me).

That was the last living memory I had before blacking out. I could hear vague voices around me but couldn't grasp it. I was too tired of everything and holding on my consciousness seems like a big task, maybe sometimes it's okay to be not okay.

I was slowly drifting into a black hole. I felt like walking into the place I once called home. There I saw my family, Papa, Mama, and my baby. Mama died while giving birth to my brother. Papa was all depressed about it as he loved mama more than his life, after a year of her death, papa committed suicide. I was all left alone with my baby brother, I was five years older than him. He was more like my own child rather than a brother. He was the only person in this world whom I could call a family. Until Dad and Mom came to our life. They changed our lives, dad and mom never treated us as adopted, we were their birth children, if anyone made fun of us Dad used to make their life bitter. But everything changed with their deaths, no, killings. Once again I lost everything, I was the same eight year old girl, but the only difference was, I had something to lose the first time, but now, I have none. One can only strike fearless, when he has nothing to fear.

"Big Sis" he called out to me. "Baby" I tried to reach him. Then all of them suddenly disappeared.

I was taken to a bloody scenario, from five years back, the blackest day in my life. My baby brother was lying in his pool of blood, keeping his last breath for his sister, waiting for me to reach him.

"Sis," he called me. "I'm here baby," I told him.

"Don't be sad if something happens to me. You are all that matters. Remember that our Papa and Mama was killed by the Gallo and Angelo families. The funeral painting you did has the evidences and details Dad and Mom has collected all these years, you will need them. Sis, I know I was the luckiest brother in this world and thank you for taking care of me like your own child. I know I don't have much time, just always remember that I love you sister. Take care Sister." I felt his breath come to a stop.

"No...no... you can't do this to me... no... God... why me... why us... please don't do this, not this time. I don't want to lose my family again. I don't want to go through the same pain again. I just don't have the strength and energy to go through the same trauma twice." I cried holding his bloody body closer to my chest.

"Sam..." I shouted as I feel his soul leaving his body.

I felt like I got a hold of someone's hand, my grip on his hand tightened as I struggled to wake up from my nightmares. Suddenly I was snapped back to my present only to witness a man hovering over me, all worried.

I was sweating profusely, he looked at me all worried, he was asking something but I couldn't hear it, everything was a blur,but strangely I felt comfortable around him. His honey brown eyes, made me feel safety than I have ever felt in my lifetime. It was my first time feeling this strangely relaxed in presence of a complete stranger.