Once a Killer Always a Killer

Prologue

Nathaniel Adam's father had been training him to be an assassin since he was strong enough to hold a blade. He taught him everything he knew, hoping that one day when he was older he would join the family business and work on contracts. Day and night his father worked him until he was sore and bloody. He believed that you have to break the body before you build the warrior that is inside. 

"Your opponent will never go easy on you, you need to make sure you watch your back, front and sides at all times. You must never let your guard down for any reason, if you do it could possibly be the death of you." His father taught him many things, and he was dedicated on making his father proud and joining the guild he ran. He worked himself from sunrise to sunset working on his lessons for school and fighting for his father, he wanted to be smart as well as skilled, he wanted his form to be perfect, his father to be proud of him, keep the family name going strong and striking down those that wronged them or the law. See they weren't murderers, they were hired killers to catch those that the cops couldn't, or turned a blind eye to. 

On a quiet summer night Nathaniel  was up late practicing a few new moves his father taught him. He wiped some sweat from his brow and walked over to take a drink from his water bottle. Hearing a cluttering noise coming from downstairs, he pulled the bottle away from his lips, ears perking up trying to hear more of the commotion. His parents should be in bed getting rested for their early morning chores they performed every morning. He set his bottle back on the bench and made his way towards the door, his hand resting on his dagger holstered at his hip. Hearing what sounded like a muffled scream he drew the dagger and quietly made his way downstairs, keeping as quiet as he could. He rounded the corner at the bottom of the steps, towards the living room when he almost dropped his weapon. His mother was lying on the floor, blood pooling around her as her lifeless green eyes gazed back up at him. He clenched his teeth, placed a chaste kill on her forehead before he continued his search for the intruder. He past the dining room and turned into the kitchen when he saw him, pinning his father against the refrigerator.

"Where is it?!" The man shouted, moving one hand to choke his father.

"It's not here!" His father managed to get out, his eyes flickering over to where Nathaniel was now hiding, waiting for the moment to strike. 

"You lying sack of shit, i know its here, i saw them bring it, so tell me where it is god dammit!" The man screamed, moving his hand and slamming his father against the door, his head smacking back into it.

"It's gone! We shipped it out of the state last night." His father rasped out. The man narrowed his eyes and pulled out a dagger and plunged it into his fathers chest. Nathaniel was stunned for a moment, watching as his fathers hands went to the knife as he slid down to the floor, looking up at his killer with rage.

"You won't ever find it." He coked out as blood flowed into his mouth. The killer ran a hand through his hair and turned around, showing his face to Nathaniel before he bolted out the back door. Nathaniel ran over to his father, his own blade falling to the floor and he held his father in his arms.

"Father, i have failed you..." He whispered as he looked down at the dying man in his arms.

"Nathaniel....you find.....you find you did this....and avenge me...." His father whispered, blood trickling out of his mouth. Before he could reply he saw the light leave his fathers eyes and he knew he was gone. He gripped his shirt tightly, placed his head on top of his and whispered as the tears fell around him,

"I will not rest until this demon is made to pay for his actions."