Once, when you were about 6 or 7.
You ran away.
You ran away for the first time, out of the cold dark incubator of a home.
You didn't run away out of spite, but out of curiosity.
Being on the streets, hungry and desperate, didn't frighten you anymore because after what the training those guys had out you through after awhile it didn't scare you.
You walked around, the alley ways grimy and cold that were lit by the faint late evening night
"O-Oh dear god...! Ple-Please...! Just s-spare me! Hey, I'm sorry! Plea-!"
The shriek and plea of some other desperate fellow intrigued you. Hearing someone else scream was nice enough for a change.
You walked into the wide and dark alley, you smelled the scent of a sickening iron.
You watched, unfazed as the blood that had pooled crawled to your feet.
They're dead.
The man in rags and decorated with metal glanced at you, watching how you'd react as he stood over the body with a blade in hand.
You walked closer, slowly yet unalarming, while your feet sometimes stepped in the small puddles of blood.
"Mister," You said in a monotone voice,"Why'd you kill him?"
The man laughed while you just watched the color drain from the corpse's face as the corpse was decked out in a weird costume.
A...hero...
"Cause he was a hypocrite," He said as he wiped off the blade that had a ragged edge and bloody,"Just a piece of shit in the gutters of society,"
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FanfictionJust a villain. A plain cold assassin, born and raised in the darkness of society. Made an outcast by the people you had trusted and tried to isolate yourself after that, but... Some people aren't worth the isolation. © Hope you enjoy! ☺
