I got up from the bed.
Someday I could make Stark pay for what he did to me. And everyone else who helped him.
I chuckled.
"Come on." Strucker showed me the training room.
Weapons and punching bags littered it.
I smiled.
"I train with these?" I asked.
"Yes, my little assassin." Strucker said.
"Are you my new father?" I asked.
"Hmm. Yes." Strucker said I giggled and picked up a spear.
I threw it at the target and hit the bullseye.
"Very good."
So, I started my training to become the most feared assassin.
I was called Twilight. I never told Strucker my name though.
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Anubis
FantasySome call me evil, some call me Keeper of the Twilight. Some also call me, Menace! Death! Evil Beauty. Anyone who stands in front of me face to face looks away. Anyone who hunts me, becomes prey. Anyone who hunts the people around me, usually hunts...
