The Assassian's Son

Prologue

"You're holding it wrong, son."

I looked up at my father with tears in my eyes, wishing I could be anywhere but standing right here. Holding a gun pointed at one of our dogs. "Daddy, I-I don't want to--"

"You have no choice," My mother cut me off, taking a drag of her cigarette as she strode over to me. She adjusted my hand so the gun was gripped firmly in my palm. "Percy won't feel a thing, I promise."

The tears started rolling down my cheeks, and my hand began to tremble again. Why? Why did I have to be born into a life like this?

"Jimin," My father mumbled dangerously, and I slowly turned to look at him. He was getting angry and impatient. "We don't have all day, just shoot the damn dog."

"No!!" I shouted, tossing the gun across the room. "No, I won't do it! Why do we have to kill Percy?!"

"Stupid kid," my father grabbed me by my shirt as my mother silently walked over to retrieve the gun. "Darling, be a dear and show our pathetic son what it means to be in this family."

"With pleasure, my love," my mother answered, wrapping her finger around the trigger as she pulled the safety switch back. "Make sure he's watching."

My father forced me to look straight forward at my mother pointing the gun at my favorite dog, seeing him look at me with his tongue hanging out as if nothing was wrong. Like he wasn't about to die.

Three gunshots.

One to his stomach, one to his leg, and one to his head. My mother smirked in satisfaction, looking back at me with a smile. "This is your life, baby. It's time to grow up."

"You better learn to stop being a pussy," my father grumbled, pointing at our dead dog bleeding on the ground. "Or you'll end up just like Percy."

He released me, and I ran over to Percy, sobbing uncontrollably as I picked up his head and places it in my lap. I continued to pet him, not caring that his blood was getting all over my hands and clothes.

"Call someone to bury him, dear," my father said, leaving the room as my mother followed. "His blood will stain our brand new hardwood. Why didn't we do it outside?"

I blocked out their voices, hugging Percy's body close to me as I sobbed into his bloody coat. Even when the maids came to collect his body I never let go.

I was only 10 years old.