Killer instinct

Chapter 1

The hard silver circle of metal pressed into my temple, forcing my head to the side.
Adrenaline pumped through my veins.
It was in that moment I realized I was going to die.
My eyes closed and my heart beet faster. This was the end.
Of course my story doesn't begin here. And it most certainly doesn't end here either. My story begins in a cold hospital room. A dead woman lies on the bed, her belly bursting with pregnancy. A man clutches his wife's hand as tears roll down his cheeks. His wife is dead. Dead. The word settles in his heart. All of a sudden the silence is broken by the cry of a baby coming into the world. The father looks at his new little girl with hate. She killed his wife. She will wish she had never been born. He takes the girl and never looks back.

That's where I came to be. My story of revenge and determination begins with a girl.
She sits in a dark cement corner sobbing quietly into a blanket. She is thirteen years old yet at this age she has lived through things most adults cannot even begin to imagine. The dark basement stinks of urine, death and blood. The girl lies naked, covered in sweat and dried blood. Her hair is chopped short and full of grease. Her eyes are dull and lifeless. A mark of someone who has seen everything. As she begins to fall into sleep she hopes to never wake. After all what good is waking up from a nightmare if your waking into one. As her sobs fade into silence. A stream of blood still fresh trickles out from between her legs.

I'll give you a hint, that girl was me.

That was the first time I was raped by my father and his friends. I still remember the soreness I endured the following day and their laughter as I begged for them to stop. That's where the agency found me. Sitting in the same corner surrounded by my own blood, urine and sweat, naked under a blanket made of holes. I was thin and shivering. I flinched as they approached me and backed away from their hands. As much as I hate the bastards who worked with my father I wouldn't change them. Those events made me what I am today. A cold blooded killer. I can't wait to get them back.

I am coming.