Crimson Nightmares

Chapter Two

The first memory I remember is of someone putting me at the foot of an orphanage. I can remember her smile and figure skipping back and wrapping her arms around a tall man. The orphanage was like hell. A place were I was ment to be, I loathed the orphanage. I was never one to follow the rules, so I always got in a lot of trouble. People kept coming to adopt children. I had gone home with several families, but it didn't last more than a day. I was always "too loud", "rude", or "just not right for our growing family". I honestly never cared much, if they did like me that was there problem.

I learned how to fight when I was about four years old. After a few fights that didn't go my way, they sent me away to boarding school at eleven. I ended up almost killing a boy there. I had a knife to his throat, and what a great feeling it was. The adrenaline flowing through my veins. They sent me back to the orphanage after that fight. It had only lasted one year. Once I got back, I was met with a tall man in a black suit. I was sitting in one of the chairs for punishment. I had tryed to start another fight. They would chain my left hand to the desk so I couldn't move. He smiled down at me. I gave him an emotionless glare in return. "Are you Gérald Henri?" I nodded. I could feel his eyes scanning me up and down. "How old were you when your parents left you?"

"From what I understand, I was born then brought here right after."

"Well, I have to inform you of something. Your parents spent a fortune. They committed suicide without paying it off." He smiled, and I could already tell where this was going. "You are the only living relative. That means the debt goes to you. You have to give us one and a half million dollars." Curse my horrid parents dying and leaving me with this mess of a problem to deal with.

"I don't have that money, fuck off." I glared at the man then turned away to the front of the room.

The man smiled."I'm afraid you will too. Now come on. Get up. This isn't fun anymore." He unlocked the hand cuffs, and I got up. He pushed me into a room. I sat down in a chair, but before he could say anything, he slapped me across the face. "Oh, I hoped I wouldn't have to do this." Now it was my turn to smile. I jumped up, pushing myself over the man. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a gun in his pocket. "Oh, look at this."

I flipped it to check the barrel, which is full. That made things easy. I grabbed it and pointed it at his head. He grinned like an idiot. "You know," I said while pointing the gun at him. "This isn't fair. I'm still mad at being thrown away as a child." I pulled the trigger. The blood flew everywhere. I stood up, smirking to myself. "Now, it's my turn to do whatever I want." There's always one thing I hate about people who try to make you stop doing something you enjoy, and that's when they return. So why should this be any different? This time, I'm prepared. Guards ran into the room after the gunshots. I jumped above the door frame, shooting them one by one. Oh, what fun! I was a criminal now; no one could tell me I was just a child. I was better than all of them. After all of them came into the room, a maid walked in. After seeing the mess, I'd thought she would have screamed, but inside she stayed silent. She played down the towels outside the room. She walked in and felt the pulse of each of the men. "All of them are dead; well, that was one less job I had to do. I wonder who would have taken my job." She looked around the room and then up at me. "Hello."

I smiled at her. I'm lowering my gun. "Who hired you?" she asked softly but demandingly.

"No one; apparently my dead parents owed money, so he tried to blame it on me." She nodded and walked out of the room. "Arnet, are you going to kill me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I wanted to see you try, but you are an assassin. If you were trying to hide it, you did a rather sloppy job. The way you talk, the way you walk, the way you didn't flinch when you saw the bodies." She took a deep breath and nodded.

"Ok. You are right. I'm not going to kill you because, one, I don't feel like it, and two, you did my job for me. I should thank you, but I'm not."

"Who hired you?"

"The mafia, which one? I can't tell you." She smiled.