Assassin From Hell

~4.Questions~

   It was around five in the afternoon when I arrived home to the agency. The giant iron gates opened for me to enter our private property. We lived almost in the middle of nowhere so it took a while for me to drive all the way from the city. The amount of property owned by the agency was gated and guarded heavily with security so intruders were kept out. I drove past the small pond with the giant oak tree; a place we all trained when I my siblings and I were younger and had some innocence.

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   "Now children we will have our first test on your skills in agility." Father explained. We were all around fourteen that time but Father didn't believe in mercy no matter what the age. He perceived age as a number that gives people more of a label to follow with the certain restrictions. Obviously, he didn't care about that since he was about to throw knives at us soon. All of us were near the pond and the giant tree for our agility test.

   "We will have Scarlet be the first to demonstrate. Scarlet, my dear child come forward," Father looked toward me with dark eyes. I was scared to death of my punishment. Father scared me a lot.

   I walked forward slowly, scared to face what was going to happen.  I tried to not show any fear since I knew the punishment would've been worse. Everyone here knew that already.

   "Put your back up against the tree," he ordered. "Remember, you don't feel pain, and you must not be scared of the weapon." I didn't dare utter a word in response as he showcased out his belt of knives. I felt my heart start to race with a sudden lump building in my throat.

   Control. Keep it together. Control.

   "You can  move in any way to dodge the knives but if you hit one, well, I taught  you better than to be hit by little knives," he grinned while picking up one of the knives in the belt.

   The blood in my veins were coursing through my entire body rapidly. I could basically hear the sound of my heart beating from my ears. "Scarlet, when I say go, thats when the test will begin." I closed my eyes and attempted to stay calm but fear was consuming me.

   "Go!" Father barked.

   And with that, he threw the first knife from his skilled hand.

   It was coming for my right leg, so I had to cart wheel to the left. I barely made it since I felt the knife glide up against my skin. He threw another almost immediately after I landed my cart wheel. It was piercing through the air towards my left shoulder. Almost on reflex, I ducked and jumped forward to mix up my positions. The adrenaline was pumping but it was the thing that was making me move faster to not get cut anywhere and avoid punishment. Father held no mercy as he took another knife and threw it near my foot therefore making me move to the right and backwards. He took his last two knives from his leather belt and threw both of them at once in my direction. One was aimed straight for my right arm and the other for my chest. Without thinking, I dove to the right making me land in a squatting position on the ground. I felt a burn on my upper left arm from one of the knives.  Unfortunately, it just slid on the surface of my skin, making it only a small wound. It would probably heal within a couple of days but at the same time but I had come to accept that I'd failed and now have to face my punishment.

   I looked up from my crouching position and met with Father's eyes. Those eyes were as dark as a storm as he practically burned holes into my skull from his intense stare. I gulped slowly as I felt my skin begin to pale. We all knew what those eyes meant. They were the most scariest part of Father especially when something didn't go his way.

   Father took long strides to me. I could feel the impact of each step on the ground as my heart rate started to speed up. My predictions about my future were about to come true as he neared me with his livid stance.

   Father was already in front of me. He was practically towering over me from his height. He then looked me in the eye and dug into his front pocket for an item as I looked down to my feet, afraid to compete against him and his piercing stare. I heard the clanging of small metal objects. Lifting my head up, I see Father putting a very thick ring on each finger except for his thumb while staring holes into my skull. His face was blank but on the inside he was disappointed in me. I on the other hand was scared to flipping death. His punishments for failure were worse than dying. I've somehow lived through it all but it has effected me.

   "Up against the tree. If you move, your consequence will be worse," Father barked. I almost flinched as he yelled orders in my face.

   I turned around and started my walk of death to the giant oak tree. I turned around and hit my back up against the tree. My eyes shut as I gulped, I tried to think of somethings to try and calm my nerves. The crunch of the grass crescendoed louder as Father walked to me. He was right in front of me now, shaking his head disapprovingly. Without warning, Father punched me in the jaw. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, tasting so bitter as I tried not to yelp in pain. He tried again at my nose. The rings on his fingers made the pain ten times worse as I felt the snap in my nose. He didn't feel I suffered enough suffering when he made another to my left eye. I probably made an indent in the tree since I was practically locking my head into place.

   I wanted to release my tears but he never let me. I wanted to cry out in pain but that would only make him angrier. I wanted to run away but he would punish me. I wanted stop doing this but he thought it was best. I wanted to have a family who never hurt me but he always has. I wanted a normal life but this was better than death. I wanted to get out but he would kill me.

   He continued to beat me with his strong punches even though I was red all over.

   What did I do to deserve this?

   I opened my eyes from that memory that day. It made me think a lot about my life here. I sat there and thought about the life all of us had while growing up here.

   I decided not to question it since I had a task. Too many problems made for terrible performance especially when thinking about a place I've called home since I was young. But the same question kept coming back into my head.

   What did I do to deserve this?

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