Dark Assassin [COMPLETED]

Prologue

At what point in time does one stop feeling? What can cause a person to let go of the one thing that makes us human? Our emotions? It sounds rhetorical. I know. The truth is more complex.
See, I'm the guy who killed his girlfriend in cold blood and then murdered everyone at her funeral. Yeah, yeah, I'm a heartless dick. Who cares? And if you're all going to judge me you might as well as stop reading right now.
In all honesty, life isn't black and white, nothing is simple. There's always a story behind a story, so if you want to join in on the ride, you must have an open mind.
I can't tell you the mechanics of it. From my perspective, it all boils down to a whole pile of bad shit going down in a person's life such that it becomes easier to pretend none of it is real.
It sounds dumb, I know, but try my bad karma and you'll be grateful to have a boring life. I'd take boring anytime over the last four years of my life. Why? you ask. I'm a contract killer, an assassin or whatever you choose to call me and believe me. Trust me, all that excitement isn't worth the hell it came with.
When I say hell, I mean exactly that. For instance, as we speak, I am literally fighting for my life. They had no intention of killing me, that's the really annoying bit. My ass of a former step father wouldn't allow it. I was his precious investment, an asset, an experiment, a cash cow. All those degrading words. Rather than have me killed, he wanted me captured and brought back to him.
To put it all in a nutshell, once upon a time, about four years ago the douche decided I had become a threat after I found out, accidentally, that he ran a secret organization of contract killers.
Rather than kill me, which on countless times I'd wished he had, the dirt bag drugged me, smuggled me to a base in the middle of god knows where and had me forcible trained as an assassin.
As if that wasn't enough, he eventually had my mother killed. I got away in the end but as tonight was evident, he wouldn't let me go that easily. But I would sooner die before he did that to me, ever again.