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Author’s note:
Author’s note: Okay so this going to be my first Hitman fic.
First of all I do not own Hitman or 47 or some of the missions I will use in this series only my OC’s
and any other missions I create.
First of all this in not a romance! It’s basically a collection of stories centered on friendship and family.
I got inspired after I watched the movie again with my friend. Now a few things you need to know.
In this story, you are going to be around 14 years old in.
Your Parents died when you were 7 and your father had asked his friend Carmine Rosato
[yes I know he is the crime boss in the Godfather 2, I'm only using his name]
to be your godfather. Carmine always cared for you like a daughter,
but your step mother and siblings did not care much for you.
They acknowledged you but it went no further than that.
When you were 13 Carmine died of heart attack.
After that the family just ignored you completely.
You had grown to hate them. You are incredibly smart and are really good with computers.
You have been home schooled your entire life.
And now your life is going to be turned upside down.
And I apologize beforehand if any of the characters are too OOC
and imagine 47 as Timothy Olyphant also 47 is about 32 in this.
Enjoy!

(47’s P.O.V)

I was in the hideout, cleaning my gear. It had been 3 days since my last contract.
I had to kill three would be assassins who were planning to kill a U.S politician.
I put down Silver baller and started polished my sniper rifle. Just then I heard beeping coming from the organization laptop.
I walked over to the device and turned it on. A series of documents and photos appeared on the screen.
I put on the headset and could hear Diana’s voice.

‘Hello 47. I have a new contract for you, three actually.
The widow Claire, the son Dimitri and the daughter Gemma. The contracts are all part of the Rosato family.
The client has asked you to take care of it silently and swiftly.
A source told me that the family will be at the mansion this evening,
including the late Carmine Rosato’s god daughter, (Y/N) (L/N).’

‘Do you want me to get rid of her as well?’
I asked. It was strange, why would the client only want to eliminate the immediate family, but not the goddaughter.
‘No the client has asked you to leave her alive. She is not permitted to become an heir to Carmine’s companies and thereby does not prove to be threat.’
I was quiet for a moment before asking my next question.
‘What if she’s a witness?’
I heard Diana chuckle on the other end of the line.
‘Don’t worry, even if she is a witness, the girl wouldn’t care. A source told me that she absolutely hates the family.
The only person she cared for was Carmine. That’s all 47.
Get the job done; the client wants it to be over with as soon as possible.’
And with that Diana ended the call. I simply sat there for few minutes, thinking.
What's going to happen to the girl? Her parents are probably dead and she must not have any family if she was staying with Carmine.

I was looking through the files Diana had sent me.
I came across the girl’s.
(Y/N) (L/N) Rosato. I opened the folder and saw a young girl who looked to be around fourteen.
She had (H/C) hair, (E/C) eyes and (S/C) skin.
I started to read through her bio. Home schooled, intelligent and a computer whiz.
I closed the file and started reading the others.
Dimitri was nineteen while Gemma was about eighteen. So (Y/N) was the youngest.
I then opened the widow’s file. She was about forty four. I spent a few more minutes looking through the files.
I kept coming back to (Y/N)’s for some reason.
Maybe it’s because I've never had to deal with children before.
Yeah that’s probably the reason.

(You’re P.O.V)

I was sitting in my room reading a book. The house was bursting with energy, but I didn’t care.
Everyone was preparing for a huge party my ‘mother’ was hosting tomorrow night.
I really hated this family. Ever since uncle Carmine died last year, they act as though I didn’t even exist.
All three of them were after the same thing.
The money.
That’s all they ever cared about. I was the only one who truly mourned him.
Truth to be told I'm smarter than all three of them combined.
I wish they would just go and die already. I let out a sigh as I turned the page.

Gemma and Dimitri were always jealous of all the attention I got from Carmine.
Claire just saw me as another mouth to feed. I prayed for someone to come and take me away from this place.
I scoffed at the idea and closed the book I was reading and placed it on the nightstand.
I walked over to the balcony that was connected to my room, it over overlooked the forest behind the house.
I just simply stared at the trees and got lost in my thoughts. I heard a loud meow from behind me.
Turning, I saw that it was my cat, Cole. He was a three month old kitten with black fur and bright blue eyes.
Cole walked over to the balcony and began to rub against my legs.
I picked him up and put him on the stone rail and started to pet him, he purred with satisfaction.
I had found Cole two months ago on my birthday.
The only reason that wretched wench let me keep him was because it was my birthday.
I looked at the forest again one last time before picking up Cole and returning to my bedroom to read.

Time skip

(47’s P.O.V)

It was around midnight when I finally infiltrated the mansion.
I had scoped the place out; the servants were in their quarters and everyone else in their rooms.
I climbed onto a balcony and made way across, stepping onto another terrace.
I pushed the glass door open and silently made my way inside.

It was the master bedroom. My guess is that it belonged to Claire.
I saw a figure lying on the bed, the widow.
I dug my hand into the suite pocket and pulled out a syringe filled with the famed Arsenic poison.
I walked over to the woman who was laying her back.
Her head was lolled to one side and it gave me full access to her neck.
I quietly walked over to her and carefully put the tip of the needle onto her exposed flesh.
Her breathe hitched slightly at the cold metal but she showed no signs of stirring.
I depressed the plunger and her eyes flew open.
She looked at me, green orbs filled with fear and terror.
She began to gag and a small trickle of blood began to leak from her nose.
In a few more seconds she was dead.
I left the room and went to hunt down my next target.

(You’re P.O.V)

I was sitting in my room, working away on my laptop.
Cole was asleep on my bed while I sat at my desk.
I was still in the same (F/N) Puma t-shirt and black tights from before.
I heard footsteps outside of door. I frowned and went back to what I was doing, probably one of the servants.
I saved the document I was working on and shut down my (Laptop brand or L/B).
I walked over to the balcony again and looked up into the night sky.
Somehow, gazing up at the night sky made me feel at peace.

(47’s P.O.V)

I found Gemma out on her balcony she was looking at something on her phone.
I quietly entered her room and pulled out the fiber wire.
Stealthily I crept towards her she looked up from the device and that's when I went in.
I wrapped the wire around her porcelain skin and tightened my grip.
She struggled, her hands reaching for the wire in a futile attempt to free herself.
A moment later her body went limp.
There was thin line of blood coating her neck.
I set her body down and proceeded to the final target.

(You’re P.O.V)

I heard the stairs creak and this time I went to go and see what was going on.
No servant would be in the mansion this late.
I gently opened my door and stepped into the dark hallway.
I went down the stairs and stopped to listen, footsteps, in the kitchen.
My heart was pounding in my chest.
I swallowed down my fear and proceeded to the kitchen.
There stood a tall, bald man behind Dimitri.
I hid behind a wall and slowly turned to see what was going on.
My (E/C) orbs widened in shock and fear.
The man was choking Dimitri to death; my step brother’s body slowly went limp.
The stranger set him down.
I turned to run back to my room,
but he caught me by the back of my (F/N) shirt.

(47’s P.O.V)

I finished choking Dimitri and carefully set his form down.
Then out of the corner of my eye I caught a flash of (H/C) hair.
Quick as lightning I caught the back of the figure’s shirt and turned them to face me,
I was met by fear filled (E/C) eyes. I recognized her; it was (Y/N).
‘Wh-h-ho are y-you.’
She managed to stutter out.
‘I’m going to let you go, don’t run away. I won’t hurt you.’
She nodded and I let go of her.
‘Listen, my name is 47.’
I paused she was looking at me intently.
‘Is there a place we can talk?’
I asked her.
She seemed to hesitate for a moment, who could blame her?
It isn’t everyday an assassin comes to kill your foster family.

(You’re P.O.V)

I looked at 47 skeptically.
I looked into his ice blue eyes and finally came to the conclusion that he wouldn’t kill.
‘Okay…Follow me.’
I replied and led him up to my room.
I opened the door and saw that Cole was awake.
The second he saw, the black kitten immediately ran into my arms.
‘You can have a seat if you like.’
I said as I sat myself onto the bed.
47 simply sat across from me at the desk.
‘Okay so I was asked to eliminate your foster family by the request of a client.
They told me to let you live and so I did.’
I looked at him, and frowned I didn’t exactly like how little he was telling me.
‘The thing that's bothering me isn’t the fact that this family is dead.
I'm actually glad they're dead. But it’s just that I’ll be put into the foster system,
since I don’t have anyone to take care of me thanks to the fact that I'm a minor.’
I said as I stood up with Cole in my arms and walked towards the balcony.

(47’s P.O.V)

I watched her walk past me, her words lingering in my mind. I had a choice;
take her with me or leave her here.
She didn’t want to go into the foster system, I could tell.
I weighed the pros and cons in my mind.
The organization would eventually come after me but I would deal with them.
And maybe…
Just maybe a little company wouldn’t kill me.
I looked at her again and stood up.

(You’re P.O.V)

‘Come with me.’
I heard 47 say.
‘What?’
I asked him thinking that my ears had deceived me.
‘Come with me. Grab your things and come with me.’
My eyes widened,
this man had just killed my foster family and is now giving me a choice to get away from this life.
Am I dreaming…?
I weighed my options and a smile found its way onto my face for the first time today.
‘Thank you!’ Cole jumped out of my arms as I exclaimed and rushed to give him a tight hug.
47 stiffened from the sudden contact but I felt him relax a second later.
‘Can Cole come too; I promise we won’t get in your way.’
He seemed to hesitate before sighing and answering.
‘The cat can come. Alright get your stuff we’re leaving in an hour.’

Time skip

One hour later…

I had finished packing my things.
47 had kept watch and made sure that nobody was coming.
I had two large suitcases, a carryon and a (F/N) backpack.
The suitcases contained clothes, shoes and any other necessities
along with some of Cole’s items like his pet bed, food and toys.
My (F/N) carryon had my art supplies and my books.
And the backpack contained all of my electronics.
I'm surprised I managed to pack so much in one hour.
47 had carried the suitcases and carryon to his car already.
All I had to bring was the cat carrier and my backpack.
I checked around my room one last time to make sure I didn’t forget anything.
Finished with my searched I went down to the front foyer and found 47 leaning against the door.
‘Ready?’
He asked.
I simply nodded.
The assassin led me to his car and I put my backpack and Cole’s carrier in the back seat.
I got into the passenger seat and buckled up, 47 following suit.
‘Where are we going?’ I asked.
He looked at me and answered.
‘Oregon.’

Description

Author’s note:
Author’s note: Okay so this going to be my first Hitman fic.
First of all I do not own Hitman or 47 or some of the missions I will use in this series only my OC’s
and any other missions I create.
First of all this in not a romance! It’s basically a collection of stories centered on friendship and family.
I got inspired after I watched the movie again with my friend. Now a few things you need to know.
In this story, you are going to be around 14 years old in.
Your Parents died when you were 7 and your father had asked his friend Carmine Rosato
[yes I know he is the crime boss in the Godfather 2, I'm only using his name]
to be your godfather. Carmine always cared for you like a daughter,
but your step mother and siblings did not care much for you.
They acknowledged you but it went no further than that.
When you were 13 Carmine died of heart attack.
After that the family just ignored you completely.
You had grown to hate them. You are incredibly smart and are really good with computers.
You have been home schooled your entire life.
And now your life is going to be turned upside down.
And I apologize beforehand if any of the characters are too OOC
and imagine 47 as Timothy Olyphant also 47 is about 32 in this.
Enjoy!

(47’s P.O.V)

I was in the hideout, cleaning my gear. It had been 3 days since my last contract.
I had to kill three would be assassins who were planning to kill a U.S politician.
I put down Silver baller and started polished my sniper rifle. Just then I heard beeping coming from the organization laptop.
I walked over to the device and turned it on. A series of documents and photos appeared on the screen.
I put on the headset and could hear Diana’s voice.

‘Hello 47. I have a new contract for you, three actually.
The widow Claire, the son Dimitri and the daughter Gemma. The contracts are all part of the Rosato family.
The client has asked you to take care of it silently and swiftly.
A source told me that the family will be at the mansion this evening,
including the late Carmine Rosato’s god daughter, (Y/N) (L/N).’

‘Do you want me to get rid of her as well?’
I asked. It was strange, why would the client only want to eliminate the immediate family, but not the goddaughter.
‘No the client has asked you to leave her alive. She is not permitted to become an heir to Carmine’s companies and thereby does not prove to be threat.’
I was quiet for a moment before asking my next question.
‘What if she’s a witness?’
I heard Diana chuckle on the other end of the line.
‘Don’t worry, even if she is a witness, the girl wouldn’t care. A source told me that she absolutely hates the family.
The only person she cared for was Carmine. That’s all 47.
Get the job done; the client wants it to be over with as soon as possible.’
And with that Diana ended the call. I simply sat there for few minutes, thinking.
What's going to happen to the girl? Her parents are probably dead and she must not have any family if she was staying with Carmine.

I was looking through the files Diana had sent me.
I came across the girl’s.
(Y/N) (L/N) Rosato. I opened the folder and saw a young girl who looked to be around fourteen.
She had (H/C) hair, (E/C) eyes and (S/C) skin.
I started to read through her bio. Home schooled, intelligent and a computer whiz.
I closed the file and started reading the others.
Dimitri was nineteen while Gemma was about eighteen. So (Y/N) was the youngest.
I then opened the widow’s file. She was about forty four. I spent a few more minutes looking through the files.
I kept coming back to (Y/N)’s for some reason.
Maybe it’s because I've never had to deal with children before.
Yeah that’s probably the reason.

(You’re P.O.V)

I was sitting in my room reading a book. The house was bursting with energy, but I didn’t care.
Everyone was preparing for a huge party my ‘mother’ was hosting tomorrow night.
I really hated this family. Ever since uncle Carmine died last year, they act as though I didn’t even exist.
All three of them were after the same thing.
The money.
That’s all they ever cared about. I was the only one who truly mourned him.
Truth to be told I'm smarter than all three of them combined.
I wish they would just go and die already. I let out a sigh as I turned the page.

Gemma and Dimitri were always jealous of all the attention I got from Carmine.
Claire just saw me as another mouth to feed. I prayed for someone to come and take me away from this place.
I scoffed at the idea and closed the book I was reading and placed it on the nightstand.
I walked over to the balcony that was connected to my room, it over overlooked the forest behind the house.
I just simply stared at the trees and got lost in my thoughts. I heard a loud meow from behind me.
Turning, I saw that it was my cat, Cole. He was a three month old kitten with black fur and bright blue eyes.
Cole walked over to the balcony and began to rub against my legs.
I picked him up and put him on the stone rail and started to pet him, he purred with satisfaction.
I had found Cole two months ago on my birthday.
The only reason that wretched wench let me keep him was because it was my birthday.
I looked at the forest again one last time before picking up Cole and returning to my bedroom to read.

Time skip

(47’s P.O.V)

It was around midnight when I finally infiltrated the mansion.
I had scoped the place out; the servants were in their quarters and everyone else in their rooms.
I climbed onto a balcony and made way across, stepping onto another terrace.
I pushed the glass door open and silently made my way inside.

It was the master bedroom. My guess is that it belonged to Claire.
I saw a figure lying on the bed, the widow.
I dug my hand into the suite pocket and pulled out a syringe filled with the famed Arsenic poison.
I walked over to the woman who was laying her back.
Her head was lolled to one side and it gave me full access to her neck.
I quietly walked over to her and carefully put the tip of the needle onto her exposed flesh.
Her breathe hitched slightly at the cold metal but she showed no signs of stirring.
I depressed the plunger and her eyes flew open.
She looked at me, green orbs filled with fear and terror.
She began to gag and a small trickle of blood began to leak from her nose.
In a few more seconds she was dead.
I left the room and went to hunt down my next target.

(You’re P.O.V)

I was sitting in my room, working away on my laptop.
Cole was asleep on my bed while I sat at my desk.
I was still in the same (F/N) Puma t-shirt and black tights from before.
I heard footsteps outside of door. I frowned and went back to what I was doing, probably one of the servants.
I saved the document I was working on and shut down my (Laptop brand or L/B).
I walked over to the balcony again and looked up into the night sky.
Somehow, gazing up at the night sky made me feel at peace.

(47’s P.O.V)

I found Gemma out on her balcony she was looking at something on her phone.
I quietly entered her room and pulled out the fiber wire.
Stealthily I crept towards her she looked up from the device and that's when I went in.
I wrapped the wire around her porcelain skin and tightened my grip.
She struggled, her hands reaching for the wire in a futile attempt to free herself.
A moment later her body went limp.
There was thin line of blood coating her neck.
I set her body down and proceeded to the final target.

(You’re P.O.V)

I heard the stairs creak and this time I went to go and see what was going on.
No servant would be in the mansion this late.
I gently opened my door and stepped into the dark hallway.
I went down the stairs and stopped to listen, footsteps, in the kitchen.
My heart was pounding in my chest.
I swallowed down my fear and proceeded to the kitchen.
There stood a tall, bald man behind Dimitri.
I hid behind a wall and slowly turned to see what was going on.
My (E/C) orbs widened in shock and fear.
The man was choking Dimitri to death; my step brother’s body slowly went limp.
The stranger set him down.
I turned to run back to my room,
but he caught me by the back of my (F/N) shirt.

(47’s P.O.V)

I finished choking Dimitri and carefully set his form down.
Then out of the corner of my eye I caught a flash of (H/C) hair.
Quick as lightning I caught the back of the figure’s shirt and turned them to face me,
I was met by fear filled (E/C) eyes. I recognized her; it was (Y/N).
‘Wh-h-ho are y-you.’
She managed to stutter out.
‘I’m going to let you go, don’t run away. I won’t hurt you.’
She nodded and I let go of her.
‘Listen, my name is 47.’
I paused she was looking at me intently.
‘Is there a place we can talk?’
I asked her.
She seemed to hesitate for a moment, who could blame her?
It isn’t everyday an assassin comes to kill your foster family.

(You’re P.O.V)

I looked at 47 skeptically.
I looked into his ice blue eyes and finally came to the conclusion that he wouldn’t kill.
‘Okay…Follow me.’
I replied and led him up to my room.
I opened the door and saw that Cole was awake.
The second he saw, the black kitten immediately ran into my arms.
‘You can have a seat if you like.’
I said as I sat myself onto the bed.
47 simply sat across from me at the desk.
‘Okay so I was asked to eliminate your foster family by the request of a client.
They told me to let you live and so I did.’
I looked at him, and frowned I didn’t exactly like how little he was telling me.
‘The thing that's bothering me isn’t the fact that this family is dead.
I'm actually glad they're dead. But it’s just that I’ll be put into the foster system,
since I don’t have anyone to take care of me thanks to the fact that I'm a minor.’
I said as I stood up with Cole in my arms and walked towards the balcony.

(47’s P.O.V)

I watched her walk past me, her words lingering in my mind. I had a choice;
take her with me or leave her here.
She didn’t want to go into the foster system, I could tell.
I weighed the pros and cons in my mind.
The organization would eventually come after me but I would deal with them.
And maybe…
Just maybe a little company wouldn’t kill me.
I looked at her again and stood up.

(You’re P.O.V)

‘Come with me.’
I heard 47 say.
‘What?’
I asked him thinking that my ears had deceived me.
‘Come with me. Grab your things and come with me.’
My eyes widened,
this man had just killed my foster family and is now giving me a choice to get away from this life.
Am I dreaming…?
I weighed my options and a smile found its way onto my face for the first time today.
‘Thank you!’ Cole jumped out of my arms as I exclaimed and rushed to give him a tight hug.
47 stiffened from the sudden contact but I felt him relax a second later.
‘Can Cole come too; I promise we won’t get in your way.’
He seemed to hesitate before sighing and answering.
‘The cat can come. Alright get your stuff we’re leaving in an hour.’

Time skip

One hour later…

I had finished packing my things.
47 had kept watch and made sure that nobody was coming.
I had two large suitcases, a carryon and a (F/N) backpack.
The suitcases contained clothes, shoes and any other necessities
along with some of Cole’s items like his pet bed, food and toys.
My (F/N) carryon had my art supplies and my books.
And the backpack contained all of my electronics.
I'm surprised I managed to pack so much in one hour.
47 had carried the suitcases and carryon to his car already.
All I had to bring was the cat carrier and my backpack.
I checked around my room one last time to make sure I didn’t forget anything.
Finished with my searched I went down to the front foyer and found 47 leaning against the door.
‘Ready?’
He asked.
I simply nodded.
The assassin led me to his car and I put my backpack and Cole’s carrier in the back seat.
I got into the passenger seat and buckled up, 47 following suit.
‘Where are we going?’ I asked.
He looked at me and answered.
‘Oregon.’