* Secrets * - Another story by Lilliana - * Will be continued after Destinies *

Secrets
The life of Lilliana Marie

Preface

I ran through the streets, my brown hair looking blood red in the moonlight. Grinning, I jumped on top of the hood of an old Toyota truck and then threw myself up and hitched a ride on a high tree branch. Flipping like a gymnast, I dropped and then disappeared. The old movie theater was right behind the huge oak.
Inside, it was rigged, by yours truly, back to its original state, I couldn’t play movies on the old screen, but the lights came on and the kitchen worked. I blinked and went over to the section of seats that made a bed, I had stolen a new blanket from the marketplace today, and it would keep me warm.
First, I might need to explain who I am; my name is Lilliana Marie Smith. I am a tall 5'8 seventeen year old with long dirty brown reddish hair. My hair cascades down my back and ends right above the small of my back. In the front, I have bangs that sweep across my left eye and hang right above my right eye. My reddish brown hair is soft, like velvet and it is straight right down to the bottom. It covers my intricate tattoo that goes from the top of my forehead all the way down my cheek and ends below my jaw. My tattoo is a black swirl and webbing pattern that starts at the top of my forehead and travels down to the base of my jaw. It starts with an intricate swirling that branches off all over the area and travels down to the base. Overtop of the swirls is a criss-cross pattern that has black dots dotted in different spaces. At the end, there are leaves that are be on the ends of different swirls.
My skin is a pale-ish white almost transparent; I don’t get out in the sun much. My eyebrows are almost permanently raised giving her a very skeptic appearance when I look at you, if I ever do. My limbs are longer than most, but my fingers are long and boney with round bitten off finger-nails. My legs are long and skinny, making me tower above some people.
You can find me in my regular clothes almost all the time, no matter what the circumstance. My normal clothes are dark skinny jeans with one shirt that is white with a black swirl running down the side of the arm with dots and swirls mixed in. I always wear white or black gloves under my shirts, I’ll explain that later.
I like to wear small jewelry that has sentimental meaning to me or that I just stole. I have tiny black and white earrings that are just plain balls that I always wear in my second and third hole. My first hole has two mismatched earrings, in the left, there is a black and white star with smaller stars dangling down from the bottom, the right is a black square with a white square inside, and so on and so forth. I wear two different things around my neck, one is a tight black chocker with a white star hanging on the front, the second is a white and black locket with black and silver ivy covering it, and inside I have a picture of me and my old boyfriend hugging. I wears one charm bracelet with silver charms, there are six charms, one is a piano, the second a star, the third is a 'L', the fourth a silver horse, the fifth a silver dog, and the last a white and black heart Justin, my old boyfriend gave me.
I should also tell you, I am homeless. That doesn’t mean I am helpless though. I am an assassin. I get paid by people in the city to kill off others. It pays well, so I do it. My life isn’t one that I am proud of, but my rage and frustration fuels it well. I was abandoned as a child, my parents thought I was insane, but I’ll get to that later also. I grew up on the streets, looking for odd jobs to get me through the weeks. I met Justin, my old boyfriend one day, he never told me who he was, or more importantly what he was. Justin was a police officer or rather, one in training, he used me, they were going to put me in jail. He never actually loved me, but I loved him. I had to kill him, that night; he begged and pleaded while I stood beside him, taking off my gloves on each hand. I moved to Italy after that, I won’t even begin to explain how I got from America to Italy; it was just a very long ride in a very tiny box.
I can’t begin to explain what I have; I just know I have it. I have powers. That is the reason my parent’s left me, my boyfriend used me, and why I am an assassin. My powers are developing each day, I can explain the gist of them, but I’m not even sure if that’s all I can do.
I can read anyone's thoughts if they are within one mile of me. I can merely close my eyes and hear a person's thoughts and emotions very softly in the back of my mind. The second part of my power is that, if I touch anyone with any part of skin I can hear the person clearer, but I also drain their energy. The last part of my power is that I can see my immediate future, only two minutes into it though. I have never been able to see more and I don’t think I ever will, I can only see if the future is mixed with my own personal fate.
Everyone thought I was insane when I was a child, I guess I had my powers all along; I just really discovered them when I was ten. My parents discussed me a lot when they thought I was in bed asleep, they said a lot of things, but what sticks with me, is what they said about my eyes. They are a piercing green, I have seen them in mirrors, but when I am looking through another’s thoughts, they turn to match that person’s eye color and haze over slightly. If I touch someone, they turn a fiery orange-red after I drain the person’s life. If I am just seeing my future, then my eyes turn a dark navy blue and haze over like I am daydreaming.
I sighed to myself, thinking about my past was boring and useless, it would never change, My eyes hazed over. I saw cops bursting in the theater and trying to take me down. I had two minutes. Grabbing my things and taking off my gloves, I broke into a sprint and disappeared out the side door not a second to late, the cops were coming around the other corner as I disappeared into the shadows.
I laughed quietly as I heard the leader of the cops curse to her self and mutter, ‘Missed her by seconds!’
I was eighteen, on the run, an assassin, in Italy, with powers. My life couldn’t get anymore interesting. I thought and someone tapped me on the shoulder, I whirled around prepared to kill them with a touch, but it was a tall blonde haired boy with chiseled features, he belonged in a museum he was so beautiful. His smile melted my heart as he whispered, “I think I could make it more interesting.”