Dark Archery of Elites. Known as D.A.E is a school kept under the radar. This prestigious school is a training ground for the future dons and donnas of most mafia around the world, also a training ground for assasins and hackers who are all called t...
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~Everyone knows who's the real fucking main character here~
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I killed a man. It wasn't just any man. It was a man who caused me so much hatred that I wanted to blow the entire world. A man who took everything from me. My mom, my dignity and my childhood.
My mom. Beautiful green eyes full of life and dark brown hair with chiseled cheekbones that are so sharp that they can cut glass. She had fair and olive skin. Those eyes that were filled with life were not so colorful anymore. She was pale and her eyes widened while dad forced himself on her and stabbing her viciously until she took her last breath.
I was only five at the time but still. I could have done something to save her and not just stand there sobbing. It was like I knew this was her end.
The police were useless as always. They didn't have time to investigate a case of a woman who got killed by the person she was having an affair with. That's a story my dad came up with when they arrived at the scene. He threatened me to shut up and agree with every lie he told them.
Her lifeless body flashed before my eyes. I increased the temperature of the water while showering to burn all my scars. As if it will punish me for leaving her just like that.
The hot water cascades down my body or what is left of my body. Burns and cuts, old and new, sting with pain as the water touches my scars.
I was only fourteen now but it felt like my mom just died. I spent my whole life mourning for her because she was the only good thing in my life. Someone who truly loved me dearly.
I changed into my clothes and when I head downstairs I see my father's lifeless body being covered up by a tinfoil blanket.
I did that. I killed my father at the age of fourteen and I felt no remorse. He deserved more than the cuts and burns I gave him. He got a quick death. It would be slow for most people but it wasn't even close to what he deserved.
I wanted to hear him suffer for eternity. Hear him scream and ask me to kill him but I didn't have time.
The police are seated on the couch looking and listening to my stepmother acting overly dramatic.
She was sobbing and telling them how she 'tried' to stop me. She was obviously lying. She was just sitting there and crying like a banshee while I tortured her precious husband.
He got it coming. He tried to force himself on me and I just couldn't take it. So I grabbed my dagger and tore his body to shreds. Literally
Today was the day I killed my father and I did it in broad daylight. The police looked up at me when they saw my shadow lingering on the wall of the steps.
"Hey sweetie. Will you please follow us. We need to ask you some questions" one of them said coming close to me slowly. His shoulders were stiff and he was pretty scared considering I was still holding the murder weapon.
I dropped it to the floor and headed outside not wanting to waste more time in this hellhole of a house.
I would have probably lunged for my stepmother but I wanted to leave her. For now.
I pass my father's body being whisked away by the parademics. I cut him pretty bad. And by pretty I mean like an art piece.
I should be an artist.
What happened next went in a blur. I was taken in for questioning and I told them why I killed my father. I told them that he tried forcing himself on me which was only half of the truth. The reason why I killed him was because I saw my mom in my place.
My stepmom also disowned me and I was put up for adoption since I didn't have any family member. I did have family but they wanted nothing to do with my father and me.
I got away from going to Juvie because the police saw me as a little girl defending herself which made my stepmother throw a temper tantrum but I didn't care.
Nobody wanted a messed up girl who committed murder at a young age. I just shrugged it of. Besides–it's not like I wanted to stay with that ugly family anyway.
I thought I would stay unwanted until I saw the face of an intrigued blonde Russian. "I'm Heigns. Heigns Ivanov and you are going to be my daughter" He held out his hand for me to shake
Huh?That doesn't sound right
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