The first memory i have is more of a truma, the reason why i hate what i am. I was 3 years old, I just woke up from a sleep rubbing my eyes i was carried by my sister Marian i still remember what she wore, a silky black long jacket and a hat her long wavy black hair was in a bun and she was wearing a dark grey scaf. My older brother Derrick was wearing a black turtleneck shirt with some jeans letting his messy short dark brown hair out and my other older brother Brian was around 6 and holding Marian's hand.
We were all walking in a alley there was a men around his 30's wearing a dark purble long sleaved short and grey jeans. His eyes were red and swollen like he was up all night and he looked like he has not shaved his beard in months. He said "hey kids this is a bad part of town" then my brother Derrick chanted a spell "with my will i call the power of acid!" and purple toxic acid came out of his hands, he turned his acid hands into a sharp blade a toxic blade. as you could imagined the old man was shocked, he stepped back and Derrick luached the blade. The blade cut right through the man's right arm as if it was cutting a slice of bread, the man was in pain yelling out his lungs. The blood gushed and splatterd over Derrick's face as he turned around he smirked and you could see a devilish smile on his face, Marian grined evily to and Brian even giggled. i was in shock my eyes were wide open as Derrick cut his other limb and it splatterd on my face. Then as the armless old man was screaming in pain from the cut and acid burning his body, Derrick stabbed hisbig gut luahing at the old man's helplessness and slit his lung,as the voice got louder it slowly calmed down as his low death ended and he died.
After that i saw a lady in a long black coat trying to cover her face come closer to us. She smiled at the gory sight of the man and handed us a few thousands. with that they just put me in bed and expected me to sleep, by my side was my brother brian sleeping all cozy and such. As the years grew by i knew from that sleepless night t was not sopposed to be in that family. I am afraid of my own family i just hide it, tomorrow i am starting highschool meaning i will have to be with my now 17 year old brother Brian, I hope he not talk to me I want to be normal i want to be...
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The Assassin's Child
Acciónmeet Lutar Collins a child Assassin, it is not like he chose to be one he hates being an assassin, and to top it off he is ignored and bullied by his whole family. but what happens when something big changes his life, friends and families before he...
