The Assassin

Chapter 6 December 2020 Hard Times (a journal entry)

I hated it, the cold has been hard to withstand, I been walking around this forest. The trees despite that there dead, looked lovely with the snow in the winter time. But that's the only up side sadly, I will admit I do miss the family... ok maybe not, I'll admit the mom was a lousy fuck, the father raped my big sister, my little sister being a manipulative sob of a bitch, big sis wants pity for pretty much all her hard and bad moments but hey, shit happens, and cyrus... well he was good, but the rest were trash. But, I might as well just live my life in the shadows killing others that I should for the greater good. No one knows who I am anymore... know one knows I even exist I take it. No matter, killing is all i know, but I'm also on the hunt, the hunt for a criminal, a murderer, a killer! ... I dunno who they are yet though and if there even still alive, he killed off my family though, waking up in the middle of the night hearing screaming and people being stabbed wasn't the best of things to wake up to. All I remember was seeing a big bulky guy with a knife and a very fucked up dog, he killed the others, sent the dog out at me, I ran out the house as the dog chased me but it got to me near a ally. I fell and it slashed at my shoulder, leaving a massive scratch which I swear to god is the size of bear claw marks. I pulled out a knife and stabbed it, once I heard it whine I wanted to stab it more, and more, and more, so I did, I kept on stabbing and stabbing it till I saw multiple stab wounds in its chest and a pool of blood under it. But yea, so I kill now, big deal, and so what if I feel no emotions but pain and anger... anyways, I better wrap this up, I got some dog to gut out and cook over the fire I made.

~Christopher Unzueta II