The First Assassin

The Nameless Man

Prologue

         There was blood and bodies everywhere you looked. Not a soul to be found. But yet, out of nowhere, a boy who was barley ten years old had seen a sight that any normal kid would have been scarred for life. Yet the boy was calm as though nothing had happened. The boy who's name that had yet to be revealed went into the town. Blood and the carcasses of the people he had know for all his life had littered the pathways. But he still felt nothing. It was as if he had no emotions to begin with. The boy  wandered through the small town. The same town he had lived in for his entire life and he felt nothing. Nothing at all. Just the same feelings he always had. He finally arrived to his house where he believes his father is awaiting him. He walked past the door to see his father lying lifeless on the old-fashioned floor. His blood that was spilling out of his open wound seeped into the wood, until not a single drop remained in his limp body.
        As he kept walking he heard a scream. The boy ran into a room wondering who had made the sound. There stood a woman weeping. A woman he knows very well. A woman he hated from the bottom of his heart. There next to her was a man dressed in all black looming over her. He looked so familiar yet so different. The man of shadows looked at the boy and asked a simple yet haunting question...“who..are...you?” The boy replied,“My name is…..” The man cut him off “Wait, I know you. You're that boy I met in the woods. Well well, it would seem as though fate has brought us together once more.” The man smiled an evil smirk. The familiar woman that was next to the gloomy man shouted at the boy. “WHAT THE HELL , ARE YOU DOING JUST STANDING THERE HELP ME!” The man dressed in all black looked at her and said “Quiet! I'm talking to the boy not you. So would you rather me cut through your throat, or talk to the boy hmm,” With that the woman went silent.

               Then the man looked back at the boy and said, “Do you know this woman?” The boy thought to himself for a moment, and then spoke aloud. “Yes, yes I do. That woman...she's my mother,” As he spoke those words his voice was as cold as the night as though all there was in his heart was darkness and an empty void. The man said to him. “Why the cold attitude? You sound as if this woman had pushed you into the depths of hell and laughed at your burning corpse while doing it. Exactly what did this woman do to you? You know what? Forget I asked you this. You look like you don't want to talk about it. And Even if you wanted to it looks like your mother- oh my bad, stepmother I presume. She wouldn't let you talk about it anyway. So boy-o let me ask you something do you...hate her….do you...despise her...hmm?”
        The boy looked at the woman and then back at the man he answered, “No, I don't.” The man looked at him and raised his eyebrow and said, “Really? Then how, pray tell, do you feel about her?” The boy immediately looked at the woman with absolute rage and disgust in his eyes and said to the man, “There are no words that can express how much I hate-no. How much I loathe this disgusting woman.” The man looked at the boy and smiled then he laughed and said, “Boy-o, you're funny. How would you like to come with me?”