The knife stabbed into the girls ribcage, her falling to the ground. The color drained from my face as I realise what I just did. Blood was spurting it every where, the girl obviously almost dead.
"Good job." My mom whispered, coming up behind me.
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I wake up screaming. As I realise I wasn't in the past time ; I was in the present.
"Daniel? Are you hurt?" My mother came rushing into my room worried. My mom worried about me constantly. People were always trying to hurt me ; considering who my parents were.
"If you weren't an assassin , then you wouldn't have to worry about me dying so much." I muttered bitterly.
"Daniel." She gave me a stern look. "We've been over this. There's nothing wrong with killing ; their all going to die anyways, if you don't like it, leave."
I roll my eyes. "Okay mom." My mother glared, came over, and slapped me. My parents didn't feel bad for abusing me ; considering they murder dailey and arn't affected. Automattically, I flip her on the ground out of inscint. I have been taking extremely hish self defence courses since I was four. I, of course, was an 'acident'. My parents didnt mean to have me ; but they discovered to late to have an abortion. Instead of giving me up, they had me grow up as a killer.
My mom smiled, rubbing her head. "I guess the training worked."
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Eighty-nine ways to kill.
Teen FictionKilling. Seventeen year old Daniel Parks has grown up seen it happen daily. He's always hated killing, and has manged not to do it. Until now. Daniel's parents were both Assassins. Naturally, Daniel was suppose to enjoy killing. But he doesn't. The...
