I was so angry. The adrenaline pumped through my veins as I looked down at the nine boys who had killed my father during one of their silly Academy missions. I didn't know these boys, they were some sort of family even though they ranged from neon orange and dyed blonde hair to suit and grey perfection.
They were no match for me though. I had gone to a "boarding school for troubled teens" parents sent their children that they didn't want to deal with and most parents forgot about the children as they went off and lived a new life. You see I wasn't angry that daddy dearest was dead, I was irate that they had taken that death away from me. That was supposed to be my kill.
All of them were knocked out and laying on the living room floor of my old house while I found the right knife to use.
The boarding school had done nothing but break us. The weak, like my half sister Marie, died within the first year. The rest of us were trained and broken until we were nothing but cold hearted assassins. Our first mission was to kill the one person who had wronged us most.
At first that would have been my step mother, of course, it would be. Years in that school taught me that while she wasn't torturing me, she wasn't exactly being a parent with her punishments.
But alas, through all of her bullshit I knew she wasn't the person who had wronged me most. That person had been my father. He left me with her, he turned a blind eye, hell, he sent me to a school where they lock you up in a freezer and wait to see how long you last before breaking.
But now these idiots have gone and taken my revenge, my assignment away.
And now I shall take their lives away as a punishment.
I started with the nerdy one with the glasses, as he was closest.
I got lost in my work, I knew the trade well and had gotten the highest marks in my class. The fact that my sense were already well trained from living in this hell hole of a family was only a plus for me.
I played with my victims, all of them had pretty crimson lines all over their bodies. It was a shame really. They were pretty handsome, if only they hadn't taken what was mine, I wouldn't be doing this.
I pushed the thought aside with a shrug and got the lemon juice out of my bag, I had made sure the cuts weren't very deep and that my workings had been swift. They should be waking up any second now and the pain would make it faster.
I poured the lemon juice over them all and I heard hissings of pain. I turned away as they all woke up to find themselves tied up and very weak. My hands ran over my choice of weapons, deciding which I would use.
I picked up two nice semi automatic guns and turned towards them, aiming with both hands, "You lovely boys took what was rightfully mine. And now you're paying with your lives,"
I started shooting, point blank in the head as I saved the nerdling for last. I knew that he was the leader of this group even though Mr. Perfect liked to appear in the lead.
When I turned to the nerdling, him having just watched his eight brothers die at my hand, he was crying. His green eyes filled with tears as he watched me.
"Any last words? I'm sure no one in this room will bother to remember but," I waved my gun, "go ahead get them out."
He sucked in a sob and looked me in the eye, "Sang, sweetie, wake up."
It was odd. His voice was far off and now.. now he was going fuzzy... I shot him anyways.
"Sang, sweetheart wake up..."
"No Kota this is how you do it," another voice said, "Sang I'm making chocolate chip pancakes how many do you want?"
I sat up abruptly and rubbed my eyes with my palm, trying to remember the dream that had faded as soon as I had woken up, "eight," I mumbled.
I heard Luke chuckle and look up to see Kota grinning.
"OY! Happy April Fool's Trouble!!"
