One-Shots

The Assassins Son

Hey, my name is Achilles Sanders and I'm twelve years old. My father and only parent's name is Sebastian Sanders, but most of the time he goes by Crimson Moon, the world's greatest assassin, and mercenary. Now, I know a lot of people will think that he'd be really violent and what-not, but that's not the case. In reality, my father is one of the kindest people I know. When he hears someone getting mugged, he'll raise hell on the criminal. So, when I say my dad's a good person, I mean it. Other than my dad disappearing for days at a time, and coming home exhausted my life pretty normal. I go to school, I do ports, I have semester exams like everyone else. Can't say I'm happy about the last one though. Of course, my father has made a lot of enemies, so we take some precautions. Around the house, we have enough weapons to supply a small army. A gun and ammo in the kitchen cabinets, throwing knives in the dining room strapped under the table, a revolver in the bathroom under the sink, a rifle hidden in my headboard, in the basement, there's a hidden bunker filled with enough food and water to last five people an entire year, along with plenty of weapons. Of course, it's just a matter of time before someone tries to kill me at school. That's okay though, because my father bought me a pen that when you take a back cap off it has a small blade on it. That and he's been teaching me to fight hand to hand. Overall, I'm most likely the most dangerous person at my school, and they think I'm the weakest. I guess it's like my dad says.

"People will underestimate you, and think you're weak. I never want you to throw the first punch. The second one though? Well, I've taught you enough pressure points for that to not be necessary."