The Killer

One

Chapter 1

"Just a little to the left." A voice says from behind me. I don't bother to turn around, I know who it is. I grunt as I chuck another knife at the human target, taking the advice and throwing it a little more to the left. It lands right in the middle. The heart. I smirk, and turn around to face my master.

"Hello, Zoden." I say. His bright blue eyes flash a dark shade of yellow for a quick second, and he smiles at me, with that mischievous smirk of his.

"Hello, Devin. Where have you been the past two days?" He asks, shoving his hands in his pockets. His dirty blond hair looks messy, and uncombed.

"Practicing." I say picking up another knife from the knife table thats next to me. Knife in my hand, I motion around the building. This is where I practice. I practice killing. Theres punching bags placed around the room, and two alleys for practicing knife throwing. Anything you would really need. Except guns. Zoden doesn't allow me to use guns when I go kill, he never has. I'm not quite sure why though. "What about you?" I ask throwing the knife at the target, and missing. "You look like you haven't been getting much sleep."

He sighs, as he walks over to the knife table, taking his time to pick his favorite one. "I've been out." He simply says. I furrow my brows, and lean against the table.

"Where to?" I ask curiously. He chuckles as he finally picks a knife, and throws it at the target getting a perfect bullseye. Right on the heart.

"Ah, now that my friend," he says walking over to me, and standing about a foot away from my face, "is your weakness. Always needing to know everything. Don't ask questions lad," he chuckles, "you just do as your told." He walks away through the metal doors of the practice building. I watch him go, and sigh as I pick up the biggest knife on the table, and chuck it at the head of the target, hitting it perfectly. I continue to practice killing what I'm trained and told to kill, by my master Zoden. Humans.

When I was young, three to be exact, I was left abandoned on the side of the road. My parents would beat me, and abuse me verbally, and physically. Finally, they couldn't stand the sight of me anymore, and left me stranded. I don't know why or what I did, they were just sick people. I was left there for about two days, until someone found me, and took me in. Zoden. He was about 22 when he found me, and he still is 22 today. Why? Because he is just like me, he's immortal, and he doesn't age.

He took me to his mansion, and fed me, cared for me. When I was about 10, he did something to me. Something that changed my life forever. He turned me. He turned me into a killer. Not just any ordinary killer though. You see, I am a monster. I kill people, whenever I'm told because I am sired to Zoden and I do anything he asks of me. I have no emotions, and nothing matters to me. No one matters to me. I just don't care. I only care about pleasing Zoden. How he turned me was painful, and lasted days. He gave me a shot with some of his blood in it, and he shot it in my arms, and stomach, and gums, and legs. For days I was in pain, and agony. But on the fourth day, something in me snapped, and I felt the strong urge to kill something, or someone. Why his blood turned me into what I am, I don't know. He has never told me everything. How he became what he is, or who turned him. He wont tell me. The only thing he will tell me if I ask, is that my curiosity and questions will get me killed. So I usually shut up about it. It's hard to kill us though. We heal if we get wounded, burned, cut or shot. The only way to kill us is to stick something metal through our lungs and keep it there. The metal stops us from being able to heal, and when it's in our lungs, it stops our breathing and kills us.

Other than Zoden, I havent met anyone like me. Zoden says that we are the only ones like this. I still don't understand how this all happened, or where Zoden came from. All I know is, I do what I'm told, and I can live.

Like I said, I was three when my parents abandoned me so how can I remember what happened? It's the side effects of turning. When you turn into one of Zoden's killers all your memories, everything that has ever happened to you, or everything you were to young to remember comes rushing into you. It's like watching a movie on yourself, you see every moment like it's happening right then, and there. You can feel every moment. But now, I don't care. I don't hate my parents for what they did, I don't love them because they were my parents, I don't miss them. I don't feel anything. I just don't care.

Zoden told me when I first turned that he was the most powerful killer there is. Thats when he sired me to him. He took my head in his hands, and said a few words, and BAM! Sired. I grew older and older, until I was finally 22 like him, and he did something to me to make me stop aging. For centuries, I have been 22. For centuries I have been killing. We only go hunting when Zoden says, which is at random times. Sometimes it won't be for years, sometimes it will be every month, sometimes every week. But we cover our tracks. We burn the bodies in a house and say it was an accident, or we hang them and say it was suicide. We have never gotten caught. We never will. Zoden has made me so I don't care about anyone or anything, thats why I have no trouble killing people. It's just who I am. This is who I am.

Zoden can feel. He has emotions, but only one emotion. Hate. He hates people, and the world. Thats why he wants to kill and have me help him kill. I still don't know why, but I won't ask questions that could get me killed. I still don't know everything...thats what I'm still trying to figure out.