Metanoia (n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life.
Part one
Darcy Russo a nine year old girl living in a run down orphanage on the outskirts of Athens, Greece has had to fend for herself for the majority of her life. Bei...
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I stare into the eyes of my shocked brothers, brothers I once loved.
I realise that my plan has been ruined, I already know that they're not going to leave me alone while I'm here so there will be no opportunity for me to kill all of them.
I'm going to have to conceal the fact that I'm here to destroy them whilst acting civil enough for them to let me go.
I'm not excited to face Ivan once he finds out I failed but that's future me's problem.
"D-Darcy," Romeo stutters, the use of my old name causing me to silently cringe. The unknown men in the corner look very puzzled as Romeo approaches me.
"Is that really you?" He whispers, grasping my head softly in his hands. "Woah, personal space buddy," I say, squirming away from his touch.
"You're alive!" Luca shouts in disbelief. "Clearly," I reply sarcastically. "Can we loosen up these ropes," I mumble, not liking the power differential.
Lorenzo loosens the ropes, allowing me to stand and straighten out to my full length at five eight. My wet hair cascades down my back as my leggings and vest top shrink and cling to my skin thanks to the bucket of water my lovely brother threw on me.
Lorenzo places both of his hands on my shoulders, seemingly analysing my face. I look back at him blankly before he crushes me in a hug that quite literally might of broken my bones. Seeing his face fills me with an undeniable sense of rage and anguish.
I don't hug him back, I can only think about the time I spent in that dungeon while he was up here in this cushy mansion enjoying life.
"Darcy," He says, holding me out in front of him again. "How-"
Although I'm enjoying this pleasant family reunion I have to cut him off, "How long have I been out," I ask sternly.
"What?" Dante asks, probably confused by my harsh tone. "How. Long. Have. I. Been. Out," I break it down for him, hoping his tiny mind will understand.
"Well you were found around eleven pm last night and it's twelve in the afternoon now," Luca trailed of.
Fuck. I was here all night?
Panic courses through my body as I realise that I'm utterly screwed if I don't start moving now.
Ivan only assigned me four hours to complete this mission before I have to be back at the airport, and I've over exceeded that allowance by quite a bit. I wouldn't be surprised if he's commanding one of the I.T guys to blow me up as we speak.
"It was nice seeing you guys," I say insincerely, pushing past Lorenzo. "What, where are you going?" Angelo asks desperately, trying to grab my arm but I brush him off.
I don't reply as I head to the cell door but my way is blocked by one of the unknown men in the corner. He looks down at me, his bright green eyes piercing through my soul as he refuses to move out the way.
