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quick note:
I started writing this when I was 12 so there are plot holes in the sort snd there's also quite a bit of bad grammar. If i do make any mistakes please comment and tell me what I did wrong. ty :)
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CHAPTER 1
Pain is all I felt, from the age of 10 to 17. I only ever felt heart-numbing pain, it was heartbreaking it was wrenching me, swallowed me whole, gnawing at me, I've never felt true happiness, I've never smiled and meant it.
My mom was shot in front of me on my 10th birthday, It was horrifying! A shriek escaped from her mouth, then my mother's lifeless body hit the ground, her face went pale, ruby red blood flowing out of her chest, her eyes half opened and her mouth was ever so slightly parted, something a 10-year-old should never see. 11 years later my father passed away. Soon after, I joined a criminal group. It was small but paid well. They made me into who I am, I excel at every task given to me. We are now the most feared group in the whole of America, people tremble when they think of us.
We meet up in an old warehouse, it's our hideout. The outside of the warehouse looks broken, It's mouldy, there's paint peeling off, a broken sign. The inside is grand, there are chandeliers, gold linings, marble floors, it looks like a palace. The warehouse stretches out and goes underground providing even more space. There are 5 floors in total, the 2 training floors underground, the ground floor, 1 floor for sleeping quarters and the last floor for teaching or planning rooms. We teach dropouts, abandoned kids and others who want to join us as many languages as we can. We train them on how to be the best at everything, we set the expectations as high as possible. We only accept the best of the best, the ones who don't pass the tests to be ruthless assassins are trained in computer sciences or trained to be something else. We detect their strengths and assign them to the right training.
Many who don't pass the test are much more successful as computer scientists, poison specialists, con artists or even undercover spies.
We don't kidnap and kill innocent people unless necessary. Our boss is the most feared man in the whole of America. He gives us missions, to kill his enemies, to torture them, to get the truth. We have kidnapped government officials to find my boss's enemies files. We find their hideouts, kidnap every single one of them and torture them for what they have done to my boss or what they have on him, then we kill them. We never forget to take their money, we need more to pay for, renovations, weapons, computers, disguises and makeup, training equipment and clothes.
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Um. This is my second story sorry if its not that interesting yet :/
I'm going to add more detail later into the story :)
eW byE ;)
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