The Story of an Assassin named Nick Name.

Part 1

~Nick Name's story~

     This story begins when Nick is only 5 years old. It was late in the middle of the night, Nick would have just been woken up from what sounded like crying in the kitchen. He would go down stairs and check out who was making the noise only to find out his dad would be one crying, he was surrounded with beer. "Daddy? Are chu okie's?" Nick would ask his dad, being a young boy he did not understand the full concept of the English language. His dad would look at Nick and with sadness in his voice, he would only say one thing "sorry". Without a second thought his dad got up and grabbed a steel knife from the kitchen's knife holder they had on the counter. 

    Nick would just stand there confused as his father walked up stairs and shutting and locking mom's and dad's room. A long 15 minutes would pass and Nick still would be sitting on the stairs waiting for his mom to come out of the room to take care of him, but she never did, she would never be able to take care of him again. His father would walk out of the room covered in what looked like his mothers blood. "Daddy! Are chu okie? Is mommy okie?" Nick would say standing up with wide eye's a scared expression. His dad wouldn't say anything but pick up his son and walk to the car, sitting Nick in the front seat and buckling him up, after this his dad would then start crying again. "

     Daddy... What happen?" his dad wouldn't say a single word until an hour later. His father then explained how he was an assassin and how he had to kill his mother because the Brother Hood wouldn't let her live. Nick started crying and screaming, not wanting to believe him. After another hour they would drive up to a huge house with people in hoods and masks everywhere. His father would get out of the car and talk to a guy who didn't have a hood nor a mask.

     The other ones would take Nick out of the car as he screamed and cried for his father for dear life. Later on that night as Nick was locked in a room his dad committed suicide for what he has done that night.

     4 years later, Nick would now be 8 years old and he still remembers that night like it was yesterday. He learned that what his father told him was the truth and that his mother really was dead. When he finally figured out that it was true, he then stared to hate his father, even though he was dead, Nick couldn't help but hate him. Nick's mother was the one who loved him more than his father did, in fact,  more than anyone did.  He's been stuck in this huge house for 4 years now, training to be a future assassin, even though he didn't want to become what his father was he didn't have the choose in the matter. 

     The people in the hoods were forcing Nick to be an Assassin whether he liked it or not.  He has been training with a couple other kids but he didn't even bother trying to learn their name. All he could tell was they wanted to be there, they were training they're asses off.  After the first year of being there, he decided to keep to himself. He thought it would be better to do this just so he didn't get attached to someone else only for them to die. 

      For now all he did was train. Train to get the thought of his father out of his head. Train so he could forget that night. Train to become stronger. Train so he could protect people.

   3 years later, Nick is now 11 years old. The head master has now set him up for his very first assassination. At first Nick was scared and didn't know what to do. He started to think about if he dies during this, what would happen then?  

     He would then start having flash backs of that night. The night his father killed his mother. "If he could do it without thinking, then I can too." he would say to himself. He got off of his bed and walked over to the closet. Nick's uniform wasn't like anyone else's, it looked like a normal teenage boy's clothing; black pants, loose jeans, white shirt, and a black zip up jacket. 

     Nick thought to blend in with the crowd, you needed to look like one of them. When nightfall arrived, Nick would walk around to the target's house. This one was simple, this male has a hit on him because he is a gang member and he beats people up for money just for the  fun of it. Luckily for Nick, the male lived alone.  

      Nick would just simply walk into the target's house and assassinate him while he slept. The next day the head master spoke to him, telling him how proud he was. Even though Nick didn't care what he had to say he still knew this was one of the people that ordered his mother to be assassinated. 

     5 years later, Nick is now 16 years old. Today, Nick is being branded to show he has reached top assassin ranking. He has killed over 100 people and saved countless of lives from all the targets and assassinations. Looking at that numbers, it's nothing compared to the people who have been here for years on years, but it's the way he does it, he makes it seem like it's nothing. Walking into the room he saw the head master holding a burning hot rod with the branding on the end of it. Nick would roll up his left sleeve showing that he wanted it there.

      With one swift move, the head master would push the rod up against Nick's skin burning the brand into his kin never to be removed. Nick would scream out in pain, even though he has been trained to kill off his nerve cells, he still  felt all the pain that it caused. After the head master took the rod off his skin people came over and clean the now burnt off skin and wrap it up. Nick would wipe the tears off his face since they came down from all the pain he had felt from his skin being burnt off. He would get up and walk off without saying a word.

     Going back to his room, he would unwrap his arm and look at the branding; now the other students here would be honored to have been ranked the best assassin other than the head master himself, but he hated it, now he has something that's going to remind him of his father every single day. He simply hated it. 

     2 years has passed and Nick is now 18 years old. For the past couple of days he has been having flash backs of the night his father killed his mother, just the thought of his dad gave him a bitter taste in his mouth, seeing his father walking out of the room with his mothers blood all over him just wanted to make him throw up. Sitting there for the past hour Nick was thinking about leaving. He is 18 now so he should be able to leave this hell hole.

      Going to the head master, he asked to leave the huge house that they have kept him in. After talking for 5 hours the head master allowed him to leave under one condition, he had to answer the phone and do whatever the head master told him to do at that moment and time. Before leaving , Nick decided to get a brotherhood tattoo on his side to remind him of  what he had went through throughout his life. Leaving the house Nick looked around, seeing he was in the middle of nowhere.  Everywhere he looked, all he saw was trees. 

     Walking away he flipped up his hood only to the point of where his entire face was able to be seen along with some of his white hair because the hood is halfway on. As he walked through the woods, he would then begin to think to himself, remembering how the last time he went down this path was with his father in the car. Walking out of the woods, he would look around, smiling slightly to himself, he finally felt free for once in his life. He could do anything he want. Seeing two people, a male and female, he would walk towards them "hello, my name is Nick."