Her Screams Were Cut Short, And The Only Sound The Boy Could Hear Was His Sister's Screaming, The Sound Of His Mother's Dead Body Falling To The Floor, And Their Killers Hysterical, Insane Laughter. The Killers Footsteps Faded Away, The Door Opened, But Didn't Close. The Boy Sat Still, Sobbing Silently With Hot Tears Streaming Down His Face. He Crawled Out Of The Wall Cavity. His Mothers Body Broken Next To A Wooden Chair, Still With The Handle Of The Dagger Protruding From The Back Of Her Neck, Her Blood Lay Thick Upon The Packed Dirt Floor, He Crawled To Her, His Tears Blurring Her Face, He Wiped Them Away. He Put His Face Against Her's, Leaving His Tears On Her Face. He Wrenched The Dagger From Her Neck, Silently Vowing To Kill The Man Who Had Done This. He Crawled To His Sister, Her Body Lay Half Out The Door, He Pulled Her Inside, Out Of The Cold And Dark Of The Night. His Tears Fell And Fell And Continued To Fall Until They Fell No More. He Crawled Into His Bed And Closed His Eyes.
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Done In Cold Blood
FantasyCain's Family Was Murdered When He Was 7, Ever Since He's Been Dreaming Of Slipping Their Killer's Own Dagger Between His Ribs. He Throws Himself Into His Training And Into His Calling, As An Assassin.
