The Nightwing

Chapter 5

*Note: This is not Corrinna's point of view*

Not long ago, I was pacing the dirty streets of London, digging through the endless piles of dirt and grit trying to find something reasonable to gorge myself with. My dignity had left me long ago, and was replaced with the will to survive. Though that will seemed to be fading fast. It had been this way for years, me, myself, and I, struggling not to starve or freeze to death as many people were disgusted at my very presence. This was London after all, no one cared for anyone other than themselves. If only they knew what it was really like during the cold winter nights that they got to snuggle right into their beds and fall fast asleep. Children grew up knowing nothing of the evil in the world that surrounded them. There were very few like me.

I was one of the scarred. No one dared look in my direction, let alone let me walk on the same street they trod on. It wasn't as if I carried a disease that could kill them, nor was I a thief or a murderer. What I have is simply something that makes me who I am. A scar, deep and dark, that trails it's way down my face like an overflowing river in the summertime. I have never been ashamed of my unique flaw, for it did save my life when it nearly came to a quick and painful end. But I cannot speak for all who see me. A face like mine is one to be feared.

Then they found me. Somehow they managed to see beyond my disfigurement. They said they saw something in me, something they wanted. They helped me, and fed me. They accepted me as though my scar was nonexistent. I hoped, just hoped that for this once maybe this could last. Though, it was not likely.

But that was only the beginning. Something more was to come. As soon as I was able to sleep through the night and eat a full meal, they began their work. I began basic schooling as well as training to build my body. It was excruciating and exhausting, but I could only be grateful. This was nothing like the streets.

I had only one question. What were they preparing me for?

I would soon find out that I was working for the most dangerous of organizations in the country.

I was working for The Mafia.