ET ME INFERNO
Prologue
Song of the chapter: Dead Bite – Hollywood Undead (Thanks Ash ;])
Vocant infernus ferre et passionis: quia quocumque iero.
Left…Right…Left. That’s how I spend my days. My life wasted, either running away or fighting. Fight or flight. I learnt a while ago that you can’t get close to anyone. They aren’t safe. No-one is safe. Not even me.
You see, my life revolves around a gun. I was born with a gun pointed at my head, I kill people with guns, I’ve seen people kill other people with guns, I’ve seen people kill themselves with guns, and I will most likely die, ironically, with a gun pointed at me.
I was first introduced to being an assassin when my family was assassinated. The people who killed my family, didn’t realise my mother was pregnant. She was going through a home labour. The Assistors, what they are called, barged in and rounded my family up like cattle. My mum and dad were bound up and forced to watch as my brother was tortured, hung by his wrists and feet, and had skin carved off him.
My dad was next. My mum had to watch while he too, was bound up, in the same place my brother was, and carved in the same places. They both never uttered a sound, refusing to give the assassins what they wanted. My mum wasn’t allowed to be killed until I was born. I was born, at 12:00am, on the dot, on the 12th, of the 12th, 2012, with a gun pointed at me. My mother was shot in the heart, three times.
For 16 years, I was trained in the highest facilities, with the most exceedingly trained assassins. For 16 years, I have been on the run.
You can’t trust me. You can’t be near me. I am the fire.
They call me hell.
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Well, here it is. Chapter 1/Prologue.
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-Bella
