REVO

Chapter 2

With the completion of my third mission this week, I arrived at my apartment a bit after one in the morning. It is a quaint little thing in the middle of New York. It has one bedroom, a small kitchen, full bathroom, living room and many closets for numerous amounts of my junk. The best part of the apartment has to be the secret passage that leads to a hidden room. In this room, I do all my assassin work out of, from storing my weapons to having my assorted intel information from different cases. The room itself is only accessible by one way, the secret passageway. If you were to try to access it, a number of things first will have to be done. You have to open a drawer, push two buttons, and remove a specific book from the bookcase. So in other words, you have to be an utter genius if you are able to, first off, find the different buttons and book, but also to do it in the correct order. If done properly or not, my hidden room will set off an alert on my phone, and from my phone I can remotely set the room on fire or do whatever is needed to eliminate my presence from the room. But I have never had those issues: first, no one knows about the room; secondly, who would accuse a eighteen year old of being the best worldwide known assassin; finally, no one knows I actually live here, but my boss.

My boss. Well, isn't he an interesting man. First off, he's my dad.

I also need to say, I am not technically a real person either. I am basically a human cyborg, but I like to consider myself as a revolutionized human, or 'REVO' as I call myself.

I was born to my dad when he was nineteen. I wasn't supposed to be born at all. He had a fling with a girl, and she got pregnant. My dad was furious, but he refused to allow my mother to have an abortion or even give me up for adoption after I was born. My dad said he would take care of me, but what he didn't expect was for me to come a month and two weeks early. He wasn't prepared and, to make it all the more crazy, he was about to go deeper in over his head than he was expecting.

Once he had taken me home for the first day, he dropped me. (I know what you might be thinking. Don't bother saying it; I've heard it all before. I've also said it, so I know.) I cracked my delicate head open, and he panicked. My dad, being the scientist he is even at the young age of 20, brought me to his lab, so he could sew it up; but what he didn't know was that while he was stitching me up, I died due to internal bleeding. Yeah, I died at four days old.

After he realized I wasn't moving - let alone crying - as he was sewing up my head, he didn't stop. He was annoyed with himself for killing his child even if he never wanted me in the first place. So using that scientific brain of his, he created me into a cyborg human.

This had been a project he had been working on but wasn't able to finalize it. Well, not until he figured out what he was missing: a body. He had tried to create bodies to hold the mechanics but nothing seemed to work, but once he used an actual body, he was able to create a material that grew like normal skin - so I wouldn't have to be remade every so often. I would be able to walk, talk,show regular human emotions, but would heal five times faster than any other human and had a fully functional computer for a brain. I was the first prototype and am still the only prototype to this day.

As I grew older, my father grew more passionate for his scientific work, but he never dared to show me to the public.

By the time I hit the age of seven, my father's scientific work was being dumped by all scientific community. He soon became desperate for money, so he could continue his work and research.

But one day, he had a bright idea. He could use his evolved daughter to do his dirty work. He upgraded the skin he created for me, so it wouldn't be traceable by thermal cameras. He downloaded many fighting techniques into the hardware of my brain as well as how to use and fight with different weapons. He made me into his own little robber, thief, fighter. Even worse, he turned me into a killer.

I was ten when I first killed someone.

My father had sent me out to do his dirty work, yet again. I was to get his supplies from his buyer, pay him, and leave. Well, let's just say it went horribly wrong.

I met the buyer in the confirmed location. I was waiting for about an hour before the buyer finally arrived. When he did, he looked at me with a skeptical look before stating, "Who do you think you are?"

I told him I was there to get the supplies and pay him, but he just laughed.

"I can't believe that Reynolds send a child, and a girl child to do his work at that. He must be one cowardly scientist if he had to send you."

He grabbed at my arm to throw me, but I never left the ground.

I had grabbed at his hand ascending down to grab me and flipped him onto his back.That's when all hell broke loose.

All of a sudden, three thug like men came out of different hiding spots, heading start for me.

The next couple minutes were just a blur, or at least I wish they were, but I have a computer for a brain; it doesn't allow me to forget much or anything at all for that matter.

The man closest to me then pulled out a gun. With that one realization, all my video training and actual training kicked in. I couldn't even stop it; it was like I wasn't able to control my own body. I ran at him and got the gun from him with ease and before thinking, shot.

Then again and again and again.

I can't describe what happened next, but I just got what my father needed and ran. I stowed the gun in the bag I was carrying filled with my dad's new supplies.

When I ran, no one had called me out on my blood stained bag and body. I was ignored, invisible. None of the neighbors even noticed as I ran by heading for the front door, slamming it behind me.

I threw the bag to the floor of the kitchen and booked it to the bathroom. I ripped off my blood splattered clothes and burned then in the bathtub before showering away the remnants of blood from my small body.

Once I was changed and clean of blood, I came out to meet a smug look on my father's face.

He wasn't angry when I told him what happened; he was happy... no, he was ecstatic. Ecstatic! His daughter had just killed four people, and he was freaking ecstatic. Why, you might ask. Because he didn't have to pay for his supplies.

Yeah, you saw that right. He didn't have to pay.

Then from that point on, my father taught me how to kill and cover up my tracks, so I could do what was needed to all his uncooperative buyers. He created an assassin out of his daughter that he had already created to be a cyborg. He created me - his own flesh and blood - to be his personal revolutionized human assassin.

AUTHORS NOTE:
Well, that's chapter two... Hopefully you enjoyed it!
Feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

- Silent Spy