The start of a new chapter in my life. The tv screen shone brightly with the face of the man who was now king. I couldn't say I was not disappointed when I heard the news. My dream had been to kill the king of Wakanda for murdering my mother. I supposed I could settle for his son. An eye for an eye some may say. He murdered my mother, so now I must kill his son, the heir to his throne. It is only right, it is justice.

My father had passed away not long after my mother. She was his muse, the miracle that popped into his life. When that muse disappears, it becomes disfigured, your whole idea of life. Loving someone that much does something to you, you're not the same. My father and I both made the mistake of loving and both paid the consequence when she was murdered. About a year after her death, he changed. The light in his eyes became dull, his skin that used to be full of life became deathly gray. I knew from that moment it was because of my mother. Heartbreak will kill mercilessly. I couldn't live in the home that was full of death anymore as much as it encouraged me to avenge them.

So here I stood, in a crappy apartment. One with spiders in almost every crevice, and dust panning every counter and desk. My priorities consisted of justice for my mother, not the quality of the place I stay. It is not my home. Never has been or will be. My home was with my family, the people I loved. There's no one to love now.

I sometimes wondered what it'd be like to live in Wakanda, like the king's son. Would we have eventually had a friendship? Would I be to him what my mother was to the king before him? Or was I always destined to be their undoing? My mind wandered to the alternative life as I stared at my only connection to Wakanda I had left, the markings on the inside of my lip. My mother made sure that was there, for when I would go to Wakanda. When. She always was distinct about that word. In her veins, she knew I'd make it there, no matter what.

My mother was right about that, I was going back to Wakanda. I don't know what I'd do after I kill T'Challa and escape. My mother's dream was for all of us to go to Wakanda, her home. There was no dream for me, unfortunately. Only the goal in my mind. There was no room for error.

Going to Wakanda wasn't as easy as any other country, I knew their facade of their country was cast to hide their true kingdom with technological advances. I had created ties though. I made friends with those I shouldn't have. I threw on a jacket and grabbed keys and walked out the door.

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"I thought you told me you knew him," I say in anger growing closer to hitting the man in front of me.

"I do, I mean, I see him. I don't talk to him. He talks to my boss. I just man that counter." He chuckles nervously. The man was really a boy, in his early 20's, looking like he didn't know the goal in his life. I let out a little laugh before putting a hand to his shoulder and then pushing him to the counter. "Listen, I'm sorry! He's gonna be here! He's gonna be here! Come on Faith!" He whimpered. I rolled my eyes at the pathetic boy.

"When is it?" I asked letting go of him.

He sat up slowly shaking in fear. "Uh, my boss said I gotta get out at 5. He gotta be coming then."

"I'm staying here. You're staying with me, kid." I tell him jumping behind the counter. I needed him, not because I cared about what he was doing, but because I care about the destination. Wakanda.

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We sat behind the closet door cracked slightly so I could see the disgusting man. The way he smiled made me cringe. His accent made me want to puke. Klaue.

"I can't believe your boss does business with him," I say.

"I don't even know who he is. What's wrong with him? He seems like a cool guy." I roll my eyes once again. Soon enough I'd be away from this kid and everybody else. I'd be in Wakanda completing my goal of avenging my mother, I'll finally feel peace.

I shoved him to the side and started to pull out the small handgun that was strapped to my pants.

"What the hell Faith?!" He whisper yells to me. I merely allowed him to cling to my side as I snuck out of the door.

"Ah and who is this pretty girl?" The man asks with enthusiasm.

"A woman with a gun."

"You idiot." Riley's boss groaned out at him. I pointed the gun at him now, he held his hands up in fear. 

I turned to Klaue watching his ridiculous face. "Now you can give me what I want. You can take me where I want to go. Wakanda."

"Huh, a popular country recently. But no." My gun aimed at the counter and shot, the glass shattering. Riley and his boss jumped back and Klaue laughed at the violence. "Is that supposed to scare me, girl?"

"Next one goes into your head."

"I could have my men kill you once I take you outside. This won't work out for you." 

"I could help you get there."

"How?" He stepped closer to the opening behind the counter and I aimed my gun at him. I pushed Riley back who strayed further back. 

"Cause I got a part of them." My hand went up to my lip and pulled down for him to see. His face brightened and he laughed. 

"Maybe I do need a pretty girl to be my guide to the country." I resisted the urge to gag or shoot him but still kept my gun up. "Put down the gun, love. I ain't gonna kill you. I'll take you there. I don't know why, but I'd like to find out. Then I'll decide whether or not to kill you."

"I haven't decided yet either." He gave out another laugh at my serious comment. If I were to die at least I could take him out with me. Maybe some consolation for my task I needed to complete, to do a good thing for the world.

"Let's go. I'll see you soon, mate." He told his friend, Riley's boss, and then I followed him, putting the gun back in my waistline of my pants. "No, love. That's coming with me. Don't need you killing me, I'm not stupid." 

I rolled my eyes as we walked out black vans were pulled up with large men standing in front of them, threatening me just by standing there eyeing me up to see what kind of threat I was.

"Don't worry men, she's with me. Take her gun though." He says and gets into the van. One of the men walked up to me, patting me down for weapons. He pulled my gun out and passed it to the other. Then pulled the knife I had in my boot. Then the other boot. He backed away and opened the back door to the van. He missed the one I had taped to my back, no one ever catches it. It doesn't even look like a knife. "would you like to listen to my music?"Klaue asks. I looked at him as if asking if he was his serious. He gave his hideous smile and turned back turning some music on. I kept telling myself, it will all be worth it in the end. It won't matter when I kill the new king. It will all be worth it.

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A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the terrible chapter I had a hard time figuring out how to start but I think I got the hang of it. Comment and vote! More will come I promise! It will be better!