I was taught how to kill. Nothing more and nothing less. Just to simply put a goddamn bullet through the person's head. Simple, isn't it? Although, with a burden like this to carry on your shoulders, it would probably be impossible to carry it alone without shooting yourself instead.
That's why 'Father' had chosen partners for every person who had showned potenial to him. If you were lucky enough for him to see anything in you, he would slightly tap you on the head with his steel cane, pressing you onto the large arena that many others were wondering in. Though, if you weren't lucky, he would raise up his cane and smash it onto your skull.
You were picked up along the streets, walking home, walking to school, anywhere. If you were vulerable you were more than likely to be picked up by a black van and knocked out. After that you wouldn't be seen or heard from ever again. But, there was a chance that you could escape this prison if you really wanted too.
You just had to die in combat and your body would be shipped over to your previous doorstep and there you go. Home free. Yea. Home free and dead.
I cannot remember anything from my past, which is a good thing. No past, no regrets, nothing. But, my two partners, or well my two brothers both remember that they were torn away from their family. Hellion and Lawerence.
Hellion had a large frame that helped support his large sharpened sword that rested on his coated back. He always wore a black hood that concealed his snow white hair and dark blue eyes. Black pants went to the middle of his shin while his darker boots covered the rest of his leg. Hellion was someone you wouldn't mess with even if you think he was cute. He was always on guard since Father had locked him up when he had been dragged to this small compound. He was in isolation for half a year until he stopped talking and barley looked at anyone straight without the look of death.
Lawerence, on the other hand, wasn't as large as Hellion but he made up for it with his accuracy with each and every gun. He also coated himself in black pants and a black coat, though he hid his guns inside his jacket. Lawerence, or Ren wasn't on guard most of the time and was always joking around. Everyone wonders why Father had let him into this little compound, though people think that he was smashed with Father's cane but it hadn't gone through his skull so he passed.
And lastly, myself. Kira. I wore jeans instead of those black pants and half of a black jacket that stopped at the bottom of my breasts, while a dark gray shirt covered the rest of my stomach. Knee-high boots covered most of my legs that hid the multiple daggers among myself. My black hair was chopped around to my shoulders while I hid my violet eyes. These violet eyes were a curse and I hated them very much, but Father had said they were a blessing instead. Yea right.
The compound consisted of three sectors. Killers. Stradegers. Automaters. And of course, you can already tell me and Hellion had been put into the 'Killers' while Ren was slumped back into the Automaters. It really puzzled us all, but we said nothing, fearing that we would be slammed ontop of the head with Father's cane.
Kira. Lawerence. Hellion.
Us three were born for something great, but we were all sure that we would die for nothing.
