Elena got kidnapped at 10 years old.
Six years later and she's back. But she's undercover...
During those six years, she was taught to be an assassin.
She has a new mission and it's back home.
What's gonna happen to her?
Will everything come undo...
My name is Elena Gonzalez. But I go by Elena no last name.
I'm an agent trained to be an assassin.
I call it being a little toy soldier or soldier.
But I'm the best at what I do.
I wasn't always like this... I was a simple girl.
How did I get this way from a shy little girl to a highly trained Assassin? Well, it all started with an asshole named Brayden.
I grew up with my parents being very busy all the time. Whether it was phone calls, days in the office, to extremely important meetings, and traveling.
Which eventually led to me being taken care of by my 6 older brothers.
Yeah, I know 6 brothers.
It became regular for them to tuck me in at night and feed me. Doing all the things regular parents would do. But in the end, it was a regular for my parents to not be around.
I did have a happy life for the most part.
But then came the day... When everything came crashing down and possibly ruining my life as well as my family.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
"Mom, dad come play with me" I exclaimed to my parents. They were currently talking on the phone even though they promised they would push me on the swing.
"One-second sweetie give your father and I some time," mother responded.
Despite my anger and disappointment, I waited... Like I always did I was naive.
My brothers were currently playing basketball. I was never included in the games because the last time I played with my brothers I got hurt. Mom said they're too rough for me.
I sit there swinging by myself for quite a while waiting for them.
Until I hear footsteps I assume it was from mom and dad they're probably done with their important phone calls I thought.
When I don't feel a push on the swing I turned around and came face to face with a man dressed in black. He was muscular and quite tall. He looked quite intimidating. While the other looks like a teen a few years older than him.
The man was looking behind me where the other one was. When the man gave him a look...
Suddenly a hand covered my mouth before I could scream. He picked me up and began to carry me off I felt myself drift to sleep. His hand smelt funny telling me it was intended. All I could think about were my brothers and how my parents weren't there.
They didn't make time for me.
That's all I can remember.
I woke up in a strange room with multiple bunk beds. It was very dull with everything being a light gray. The room was kept perfectly clean and it almost looked like no one lived here. So naturally, I was really confused. A man walked in told me to get up and to keep up.
I was led to the teen who called himself Brayden. He was one of two who kidnapped me.
He can be an ass but he does it with a reason. He's never hurt me unless to train me. He reminds me of my brothers..
He trained me to be an assassin and I learned a lot.
How to kill someone in the blink of an eye without thinking twice.
At first, all I thought was about my family but slowly by time I forgot the feeling of love and care that I felt for them at one point.
Now since I mentioned my family/ brothers I should introduce them youngest to oldest.
I have a twin brother Miliano. We were inseparable except for when he felt like playing with the rest of our brothers.
He's only older than me by 14 minutes. It's funny my brothers used to tell me that when I was born and put next to him to sleep I smacked him straight in the face. Because apparently he was boss hoggin the crib. So the sweet sister that I am showed him who it belonged too... Me.
Then there is Mateo and Jeronimo a year older them me. They're twins I have memories of them giving me piggyback rides everywhere.
Santiago, the jokester of the group is 2 years older he always made me laugh.
Agustine, 3 years older he always made sure I ate. He would make me food when our parents were to busy. Which was all the time... I will never forget the smell of burnt eggs.
Then the oldest of our lot is Nicholas 5 years older than me. He was more of a father figure to me than our own. My father was just too busy. Nicholas made it his job to make sure I was ok.
My brother's best friend Arlo really funny, and annoying we had/have a love-hate relationship.
My parents work so much it made me wonder if we were the last priority on their agenda.
Hell I even wondered why they even had kids. They chased money like a moth chases a light.
So what happened to them that day?
They probably didn't even notice I was taken.
An answer I may never know.
I changed so much I don't recognize myself when I would think back to my memories.
I used to care for everyone around me but now I don't care about anyone or anything not even my own life. I can only blame one person.
