Bulletproof

Chapter 3

I remember, when I was little, my dad used to tell me stories. We would sit on the rocking chair and just talk, about anything.

He would always tell me that no matter what, he would always love my mum and I.

But now he's gone, and so is she.

Sometimes at night I could hear them whispering in their room. My dad would say stuff like "we need to train her" but then my mum would say "No. I don't want her to be like you, I don't want her to be a killer."

I never really knew what they meant. All I know now is that the seekers have killed both my parents. And now i'm getting revenge.