Bed time little one

[Phobos]

(I wrote this for a drama assignment 💀)

warning: Murder

Character Name: Phobos Petrov

Age: 11

Job: Drug smuggling + The Gang's messenger

3 likes: Raves. Shootouts with opposing gangs. Snails

2 dislikes: Shot guns. Traitors. Emotional people.

Person they're closest to: Thorn

What kind of music do they listen to?.

He's to busy carrying out tasks for his father to listen to music 

Backstory

Phobos Petrov is the only son of the well feared and infamous leader of the Black eye, Ivanov Petrov. Being Igrov's child, or as the members refer to him: Boss's kid, Phobos has big shoes to fill.

All his life he's been groomed to be vindictive, apathetic and a cold blooded murder in order to one day lead the gang as his father once did, against his mother's wishes. Phobos' mother was a kind young woman that just got tied up with the wrong guy, that's why in his first 4 years of his life, she tried everything in her power to keep phobos far away from his father. But eventually ivanov found them and as a final act to get a hold of his son, he killed her right in front of him. The night his mother was killed is a memory Phobos tries to suppress. It makes things easier that way, especially when face to face with his father. Whether he wants t or not, he can't resent his father and must do everything he is told of him because Ivanov is a powerful man void of all emotion and wouldn't hesitate to kill his son too. So he's learned to bury his feelings and looked up to his father, despite deep down knowing he's an evil man.

He has no siblings or friends his age, so the only people he's close to are the rest of the Black eye members, which are all muscular middle aged men. But he doesn't mind. Being raised in the gang, he considers all the members family, including the murderous and cannibalistic ones. 

Actual story

"You ready kid?" Thorn enthusiastically asked, patting my back as we sat in the back seat "this is gonna be your first mission". I let out a faint smile trying to match his enthusiasm but in all honesty, I was nervous. I let out a breathy sigh. Today's the day I've been training for since I was 7. My first mission. My first kill.

We pulled up at the creaky house, heading up the steps to the door. As I watched Stick reach his hand out for the knob, I could feel my heart violently pounding in the chambers of my chest. "This ain't like the drug smuggling you've done before" Stick said turning to me before fully turning the doorknob "you're gonna take someone's life today...can you handle that?". I nodded, feeling the lump in my throat grow. .I can't back down now. I've trained for this. Father would be proud of me.

Stick then slammed the door down with his big arms, and I knew this was my que to draw out the gun. Holding it firmly and pointing at the middle aged couple sitting on the couch. Thorn went in ahead, grabbing the startled men from his seat and slamming his head into the hard floor tiles, causing blood to drip, but this of course didn't stop Thorn as he proceeded to viciously beat him. The woman sitting on the opposite couch screamed and started running away to get away from the scene. I looked towards Stick and with a single gesture from him, I knew it was my part to act. I chased the woman up the stairs and into the room she entered to hide, but I had the upper hand and backed her up into crouching in the corner. Seeing my chance, I pulled out my gun, placing my finger on the trigger, ready to complete my mission. "Please...please...don't..." she begged, her voice sounding weak but desperate as tears trickled down from her green eyes. Her green eyes... I couldn't help but freeze, staring into them as if they had me in a trance. I don't know why but they felt so familiar, like I've seen them before, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Mom" I heard myself whisper, not entirely aware of what I was saying, but as soon as the word left my mouth, I felt a sense of warmth take over me as the memory of the woman that birthed me filled my mind. Suddenly I was no longer in an unfamiliar room with a drawn out gun ready to kill someone; suddenly I'm in the arms of my mother, as she stroked my hair, singing me a lullaby I haven't heard in so long. I closed my eyes, to enjoy the soft melody that played in my mind. "Mom" I whispered once again as if she'd come running if I called out her name.

"Phobos shoot!". The loud yell managed to pull me out of my head and back into reality. "God Damn it! Shoot kid!" Thorne once again shouting, sounding more impatient than before. I looked over at him and then back at the green-eyed, trembling woman. I could feel my breath getting heavier and my arms trembling as the memory of my mother kept playing over and over again as I stared into the eyes of the women. "I don't wanna-' I was cut off by Thorne's continuous shout behind me. "Shoot em' now". His words only made the tremble in my arms get worse. " this is what you're born to do!" He kept on going "you've been training for this". For some reason all my years of training felt like nothing. My mind was going blank, and the pistol in my hand suddenly felt so heavy despite it only weighing 2 pounds. "I- I - i can't.." I whispered, my voice sounding just as weak and scared as the woman. But it didn't seem Thorne was taking no for an answer. "You are your Father's Son.!...Make him proud!". And with that.. I pulled the trigger.

"You destroyed the enemy...good job kid" My father, now sitting next to me at the dinner table, patted my head and smiled. Something I've never seen him do before. "I'm proud of you" He said those unfamiliar words causing me to almost choke on my food. Once I gained composure, I let out a sheepish smile trying to hide the pit in my stomach, which was weird. I have finally achieved what I've been working towards: My father's approval. So why do I feel so empty? Why do I feel so sad?. I couldn't even look him in the eyes as the miserable memory of the night he killed my mother played in my mind. "I'm a murderer...Like you.." I whispered just loud enough for him to hear, staring into my blood-stained hands. "Yes you are" My father replied with a scarily wide grin "isn't it great?"