The God's Assassin

Chapter 2

At first, I trained without Jackson, as he was born to kill. But after a week or two, they said I learn quickly and I was put at his level. Jackson was only a small child, but big muscled from swinging and throwing weapons from long distances with great strength. We rarely spoke to each other the first four days, but soon we were laughing and giggling through our classes. To describe Jackson was to say what he looked like, but his personality was only one sentence. Train or be killed. He wasn't always serious though. Sometimes he would put mould on the seat of the instructor, and then the mould of the butt was hung in the corridor. The punishments were meant to be for both of us, as we always worked together. But Jackson would always take my blame, no matter what I said.

After ten years of hard work training to slaughter stuffed figures of helpless humans, they said we needed to start for real. Me and Jackson of course were now sixteen, and had had enough of training. To blend in with humans was suicide in motion, so we had to keep in the shadows, always. Jackson was now tall and muscled, with his gleaming black hair and sky blue eyes. I was also tall, but not nearly as muscled as Jackson. My hair was a light blonde, but to keep in the shadows it was dyed a pitch black, my eyes were no problem as they were sea water blue, as were Poseidon's. We were given black capes, black boots and gloves, with a black vest for me and a black stitched shirt for Jackson. Our faces were always painted black around our eyes every time we had to do the job.

We were sent down from the heavens of Olympus to a small cabin in the snow-capped mountains of the place humans called Canada. For our first test, they gave us a task which was quite easy to perform. Our capes weren't just for decoration as they held multiple weapons that we would need to commit our gruesome acts. We were sent to a small village down the mountain, where I needed to find a man called Rob Chillo, and Jackson needed to find a woman called Lisa Marten. They had both committed an act against their children, which was, as humans called, child abuse. Zeus found this offensive, and decided to make it our task to get rid of these two. That night at 12 o'clock, we raced stealthily down the snow covered mountain. Finally arriving at our destination in record time, we saw the house deserted. "It seems that the two are mates, and 'married'." Jackson was somewhat amused. "You mean to say, the one child is being tortured by two people?" "Exactly how it is put. But why make us work together?" We both looked each other, with both of us being as confused as the other. But enough of that. We slipped through the open window and searched for our chosen targets. The house was only a small cottage, so I found the child's room just down a short corridor. Across from the room was where the two slept. Rob and Lisa were fast asleep next to each other, side by side. "This is an easy task; Zeus must have thought it would be hard for me to kill a woman and you a man." "Men are no problem for you or me to kill, Jackson." "Yes, but women, they are different." We stared at the two, as Jackson pulled out a sharp dagger. "The instructor always said a sharp blade makes for a clean kill." I to pull out a dagger. In sink we sliced the throats, and blood trickled down their necks. "We must lock the door and windows, and then cover up the room so no light leaks in. If the humans worry enough, they will come looking." I looked into the woman's eyes, and could see the difference. In their eyes as I learned, was sorrow. We covered the room in sheets, and as the sun rose, we saw no light.

That was four years ago. Now where're back to the present, when Jackson and I hardly work together. I have learned how to stay in the shadows, and how to make a mess and how to make a clean slice. Both Jackson and I have learned (self-taught ourselves) how to make a kill with no blood included. The hardest kill I had once done was in a place called The Sunshine Coast. The girl was called Tammy Mur. It was quite sad because she was only eighteen, but had killed an important person to the gods. She had shot the person through the skull with a bullet. As we never used modern weapons, I thought to give her the same treatment. One of Hermes special arrows through her own skull. The arrow was special because it left no marks to the human eye, but to the gods, the arrow is still there today. The hard thing was not being spotted in a Halloween party with an arrow. But everyone thought I was just dressed up. Even if someone did notice that I walked out straight after her death, they could never find me. Jackson is always visiting in his or my own free time, which is rare. Poseidon wrote to us that on Earth, we will age, but not physically. So, he never changes, nor his personality.