My breath was heavy. The lights flashed, enhancing the pain that shot up my body from the impact. I clenched my stomach, humching over only to vomit. I caught myself on the dumpster that stood in the ally beside the church. What is happening to me? My thoughts were jumbled. No matter how much I tried to bring them to what happened, they were brought back to anger towards my father. A cold killer.
The blood and vomit pooled at my feet. Sloppy. I snarled, cursing myself. Wrong. I wouldn't last a minute charging ahead like this. I looked at the man, pale and twisted at my feet. I shuddered. I'd done this...I was my father. And...I like it? No, I loved it. The thrill of life leaving his body, it felt as if I was...a god. Choosing who lives and who dies. I had imagined the great despair that would eat my soul as I did this horid act, though it was yet to enter my mind. I felt no remorse, no guilt. This was me. I was whole for the first time in my pitiful life.
His leg twitch with the last piece of life left in his frail frame. Done. I shook in excitement, fantasizing of my next kill. The adrenaline blocked the pain that tore through my body. I suppose sneaking away in my condition had been stupid, but I had to escape before my anger diminished and I could not give the monster the death he deserved. Since no one else will give him what he'd earned from the roach life he lived. He may be blood, but like fucking hell he's my father.
"Please...spare me..." the blood gurgled in his throat. I guess I was wrong.
"Even if I wanted to," I laughed, "it's too late for you."
I walked away, without another look. The flashing had ceased, as had the intense pain in my stomach. Guiltless. Death would become an avid part of my life from now on.
"You've got moxy kid." A man chuckled from the mouth of the ally. He stood tall, cigarette in hand. His hair had a greasy black look, though with closer inspection it happened to be a chestnut brown matted with dried blood. His eyes ran over me lazily, dark as the blood in his hair.
"Names Kaito"
"Lexi." I said hesitantly.
"No." My eyes widen in shock.
"What do you mean no?" I snarled.
"Moxi. That's your name now." He smiled.
"And who the hell do you think you are?" I growled.
"I'm your mentor." I was confused, and I guess it was obvious because he then explained, "Let me formally introduce myself, Kaito Ito, head of Assassin Recruitment. "
"And what makes you think I'm looking to be an assassin?" This man, Kaito or what, was not good at calming people down.
"Well the anger you threw into that little murder suggests you need someone ...eliminated and want to use your own hands." He looked up at me, "am I wrong?"
"No." I said in defeat. He slapped me, "what the fuck!?!"
"Never admitt defeat."
"Oh you are so on my personal hit list." I snarled.
"Good. Get angry." He turned with a smirk and chuckle, "Come." He said sharply. I followed reluctantly, but in all honesty, I wanted to.
I will be an assassin, and I will kill my father.
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Well, its been too long friends. Hope you like my new twist.
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-Sahra
