Days of Destiny: Part Three

Days of Destiny: Part Three

--------Love Hurts, Badly.-------


---2 Years Later



I found my first girlfriend exactly two years after Darian's unfortunate death.
We were a match made in Heaven, or so was the word in town. We were the town couple. Everyone
offered to help us in any way they could. One nice family bought us both new cars. I thought
about altering them to have better performance and a few weapons, but my girlfriend, Andrea Fawks,
always told me that I should appreciate the gifts as they are. They were nice enough to buy them,
the least I could do was leave them in their original state. It's a sign of respect for the gift
giver and the gift. We bought a nice house with some of the money I was making working with my
Uncle. We were living a dream. We were a rich couple with everything we could ever want. But as
always, something had to go wrong. I found out that she was a member of a gang of hitmen that
the Freedom Fighters have been after for years. I didn't want to say anything becasue I loved her,
but if she found out that I knew, there could be some serious problems.
We got married after being together about six months. Usually, people see that as a sign
of disaster, but noone had a bad feeling about this choice because they saw how much we loved
each other. We didn't have a single problem the first year of marriage. But on our first anniversary
things went wry. She had been looking in my secret base in the house. She wasn't supposed to know
it was there. Not because of anything she could destroy things with, but because I was working on
a ship for us to go flying in. It wasn't a fighter, but it did have emergency weaponry. She found
the ship and asked what it was. I told her it was a present for us, and that we would be going
on leisure flights when we so desired. She went ballistic and started yelling at me about how I
should have told her, and how I promised to never keep a secret from her. I didn't say this, but
I knew it wasn't her real view of the matter. I knew it was the hitman training she had.
They teach people to think that if someone lies to them, they are automatically your enemy, and
they must die. I tried to calm her down, but I could not even get close enough to embrace her
like a husband should. After about an hour and a half of her yelling at me, she said the words
I never wanted to hear. She told me about how she knew that I knew about her being a member of
that gang, and that all Freedom Fighters hated them, and they all kill every member they meet
on the spot, no words spoken. I told her I didn't care, and that I would fight my own bretheren
to keep her alive. She started walking towards the big oak front doors, I grabbed her wrist and
asked her why she was leaving the house. She told me that she would be killed if her gang knew
she was married to a Freedom Fighter. I looked deep into her eyes and told her that noone would
ever know, because we could live anywhere. We were rich and could live anywhere on Mobius, but
she stuck with her decision. She walked towards the door, opened it, walked out, then slammed
door with force that knowcked my case with the ashes of my dead deceased friend, Darian. That
wasn't the worst part, she swung the open the front door and yelled, " You know something Miles?
You have to be the worst love in the galaxy, I never loved you from the start. I married you partly
and partyl because I was sent on an assigment to kill you. I'm letting you go free. If we never
cross paths again, you'll live. But if I ever see you again Miles, I'll kill you. I'll kill you and
you whole dirty, disgusting, deformed excuse for a family. Then she left, never to be seen again.
I don't know if it was good or bad that I didn't see her as life moved on, because I didn't know
the power I truly possessed. I wouldn't find that out for a long time. But when I did, I would
abuse it and others with it. I had become so deep in depression in the first two weeks after she
left, I slept for three days at at time for a while. I didn't get up to eat or anything else. The
thing that had hurt me the most was the mention of my deformity and the placing of the deformed
lable on my whole family. I hadn't showered in a month and hadn't eaten in four days. My bed was
the dirtiest thing in the area. I was about to kill myself, when I began to think. I tried to find
courage. I told myself that things were gonna get better, and they did.



-------To Be Continued-------