Behind His Smile ~ A Hermitcraft SuperHero AU

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Assassins were hard to come by. It wasn't exactly a job you could just apply for. Most had been raised from birth, trained to be silent killers worth hundreds of thousands for grand assassinations. She had lived in an orphanage since she was just a baby, found left in a box on the steps in the middle of the box. Her life was mostly normal for the first few years, growing up in the large communal home, watching as other young girls came and went. Though things changed when she was around six or seven, still too young to really remember.

Men in dark suits came in that day, most ignoring the young girls as they walked through the house. Their gazes were hidden by the sunglasses that they wore, but she remembered a feeling of dread as one of them glanced her way. The group all muttered to one another, nodding and whispering as they continued on through the orphanage. She went back to coloring in the corner of the room, scribbling on blank sheets of paper with worn out crayons.

Each girl she grew close to would eventually leave, it felt like loosing a sister, so she stopped talking to the other girls after a couple years. She had always been quiet, reserved, shy. It was hard not to be when strangers would wander in, glancing around at the children like they were puppies up for adoption. She never liked the people who stopped by. Maybe that's why she never got picked. They all felt gross, like their smiles weren't truthful. The orphanage wasn't in the best part of town, a rather sketchy and run-down location, which meant a lot of the people who stopped by were equally as unsavory.

The men came back into the room, leaving the office with the woman in charge of the orphanage following close behind. She grabbed the little girl's hand delicately, causing the child to drop her crayon. "Come on, sweetie." The woman cooed gently. "It's time to go."

She looked over her shoulder at the men, intimidating in their stance. The little girl looked up at the woman who ran the orphanage, her eyes pleading. Like she knew they weren't good people. She didn't want to leave the only home she had ever known, not to mention the only mother she had ever known, but it wasn't her choice.

One man grabbed her arm, pulling her off the tiny wooden stool she was sat upon. "Come." He said, speaking in a thick accents that was unfamiliar to her. He looked old with a thick beard that was a mix of whites and grays, along bushy eyebrows that didn't match his slicked back and well-kept hair.

With teary eyes, the little girl stumbled along as she was pulled out of the orphanage. She looked up at the man tugging her, catching a glance at the look in his cold eyes. It made her shiver with fear, a mix of emotions that she couldn't describe in his gaze. The other suited men followed close behind, leading back to a couple nice black cars that were parked on the streets right outside.

It had begun to rain, pouring down from a dark sky above. He lifted the little girl up and into the car, placing her onto a wooden crate that acted as a booster seat. He strapped her in before shutting the car door, the locks clicking as he walked out of view of the windows.

That was what she remembered, most of the other details of that day too fuzzy to remember. Though it started her life, her new life. For the next decade or two she spent her life training. Learning. Working. She learned every different way to kill, multiple different languages and accents, learning how to fight. She was trained day and night until she was an ideal assassin, trained to be silent like the night and as lethal as a lion.

She was trained to be the perfect spy, the perfect killer. But even then, she wanted more. To become more. She underwent multiple surgeries meant as an experiment, plans to create the ideal human soldier. Experimental drugs were pumped into her blood to make her stronger, while certain parts of her were taken apart and replaced with mechanical software. Her eyes were one of the cybernetic replacements she received, giving her the ability to see infrared vision and night vision, even while having the appearance as regular, natural eyes.