Age 16
Seeing my first victim slump to the ground I faded into the heavy fog leaving no trace.
They told me I had been bred to kill. I went into hiding shortly after. I pondered their words while practicing on my own 18 hours a day. The day i reemerged they were cautiously stalking me like hawks on a hunt. The only real shelter I had were dark nights and rainy seasons.
'When in doubt they let the rats out.' My grandmother would say before … She was slaughtered.
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June 29,2065
Location: a market in southern Japan
Age 18
"Lysander." A voice boomed above the heavy market traffic. I knew that if I hesitated he would surely catch up.The fact that they were already this close made me flash hot and cold with uncertainty. I bent down as if to tie my shoe, letting my cover be lost in the mass of people. I heard their shouts fade as I reared off into an unlit alleyway. I scaled the grimy wall struggling over the rusty edges of the tin roof. It would be a long way back to my safe haven.
The sky was dark; foreboding a long rain to cool of the drought. I climbed my way through the trees barely ever touching the ground. Being tracked was one thing but being found would be completely different. I checked my surroundings before descending into the bottomless pit. I walked down the tunnel where, by now i would have been greeted by my great danes Duke, King, and Hound. I call their names three times before whipping around with my knife up against his rough stubble covered throat.
"Welcome back Lys-ander. I see that your priorities are still in order, but i must warn you that there are more coming."
With a fluid slash i cut his throat, no mercy in my eyes. He blinked for his life; He looked almost shocked. I tossed his body aside an wiped the rest of the blood on his coat. Whines came from my bedroom. I open the door to three very ecstatic dogs; they knew by the smell of the blood that it was time to move. I packed the sled putting Duke in the front. He knew the terrain better than Hound and King because my father had trained him.
We headed up the west side of Mt.Fuji. This area was less populated id not at all and never watched. The air grew colder as we climbed. We stopped at an unseen overhang . The dogs were set loose to hunt. After a few lengths of time they brought back a deer. I skinned the deer putting the skin on the damp earth. I left more than half as rations and in this cold it would keep. I tossed the dogs thick chunks (at least a pound each) and fixed the remains to eat. The dear skin was warm covering me with a slightly eased feeling. The dogs crowded around me to keep guard while I had my hand on my knife.
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