Inside an elegant looking house, a man is seated on a chair facing the window. The back of the chair is high enough to prevent anyone standing behind from knowing there is someone on the chair. The light coming from the window isn't strong enough to prevent the man from seeing clearly signifying that it was evening. The house was brightly illuminated, the colour the walls had was gold, more like it wasn't painted, the ground darkly coloured with marble. Then a middle aged man walked into the room without a single sound emanating from his shoes. He looked around his early thirties, he had around him a domineering aura, one that smelled like death. His face was spotless, lacking wrinkles, his skin was still smooth despite his age. Infact, he had the looks of a child, but he was obviously more dangerous than he looked. He stood with his head down behind the chair without saying a word.
"why do I perceive guilt??" the man sitting behind the chair snorted. There was no answer from the individual who had come into the room. "you had one job!!" The man behind the didn't still turn the chair to face the individual that had just come in. "since the child is not dead, can I begin with your execution?". At this point, a smirk appeared on his face, the sound of execution sounded somewhat delicious to the man on the chair. When the individual had heard this, he quickly fell to his feet, kneeling behind the chair. All this while, he had acted like the man behind the chair had been facing him all alone. His reactions were precise and exact to fit the looks on the individual's face.
"I will like one more chance, if I fail feed me to the hounds". The individual said confidently, without showing emotions in his face, he had already made a resolution to himself to finish the job himself if given another opportunity. He had already underrated the kid and sent one of his loyalist but she had ended up dead with just a scream. This was literally inconceivable.
The man behind the chair quickly perceived his thoughts, twisting his mouth to an evil smile, he said "okay, you have one more opportunity. Finish the child and I will increase the pay by twenty percent". The individual smiled and stood up from his feet, he hadn't given the chances of failing a thought. His confidence was exceedingly high, he could be considered a high leveled assassin. He was extremely good in the job, his victims most times died without even knowing what and who had killed them. His job was always finished cleanly without leaving a trace for the security personnel. However, because of his expertise in the job, he was ranked among the top assassins. His spirit soul were two light daggers. Anytime the daggers were unleashed, they were covered with black smoke which signified lethality. It came with an aura that caused mental suppression to his victims. Even though his victims saw him at the point of attack, they couldn't scream and they always lost their ability to fight back. This was one of the reasons he was ranked among the top. " I will complete the job almost immediately". He then walked out of the room like before, without exerting pressure on his legs to cause any sound.
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Back at the hospital, Bruce had already eaten to his fill, rested and was now fully awake. He still had the bandages round his body, telling him he was no good. Actually, there was something weird about today's feeling. He could feel his legs, how was that possible? Lisa had told him that he had fractured his spine and wouldn't be able to walk again, but why was he feeling his legs?
He carefully used his hand to open the bandage that covered his ribs, and took a peek at it, what he observed was only a few stains of blood but no injury. That was absurd, he wasn't dreaming was he? He then pinched his cheeks and closed his eyes, opened it with lightening speed, but there was no difference in environment, could it be that his body had healed itself??
Regeneration was a rear site in the colonies, because a very few creatures possessed the ability to regenerate. Creatures like the lizard, wall geckos and a few others. However, it was not impossible, the fact that it was rear didn't mean one couldn't find a few. Since Lisa started teaching Bruce, she had mentioned a few people in possession of such spirit souls in the firm. These people took the initiative to hunt, because they had the ability to regenerate, so even if they were to be harmed by other sea creatures or the sea, their chances of survival was still higher than other spirit souls. Moreover, having such a spirit soul was a blessing because one could live relatively long no matter the obstacles and threats that were posed by nature.
Just as Bruce was examining his body, Lisa walked into the room, "you're awake! welcome back to the land of the living", she smiled and teased Bruce who smiled in return. At this point, he had already forgotten his sorrows. It was two days already since his father's death, and it felt like two years, he had lost his pride to a bunch of savages. This just gets to show how nonchalant nature was about its own. The ones who suffer and try to build up themselves get smashed by those who wait by the roadside to reap the fruits of someone else's labor. Everything was upside down in this colony, now matter what happened, he was going to correct it. "sister Lisa, are you ready to tell me about the lady that tried to kill me and why she tried to kill me?" Lisa looked at him and heaved a sigh, "alright, about the information that has been gathered, we saw a tattoo on her skin that traces to the league of assassins. You were extremely lucky to have survived, she felt you were not strong enough to exert such force, infact truth be told she underrated you so she lost her life. That is another lesson you need to learn, never underrate your enemies, a single mistake may cost one's life". "why would the league of assassins want me dead, am just a child !" Bruce began to sob again. Lisa looked at him solemnly and said, "If you will be a man, to will need to stop crying and take up responsibility as a man. Men don't cry, they just squeeze the pain in their hearts and toss it into the trash, promise me you wouldn't cry anymore?" Bruce wiped his tears and looked Lisa in the face, "I wouldn't cry again, I promise!!" Lisa hugged him and stood up, "the doctors are coming to check you and change the bandages, just be cool alright?" Bruce nodded again. Lisa left the room then the doctor and a few nurses came inside the room with their tools.
The doctor opened the bandage carefully and was stunned again, how is this? he looked at the child's face, he dropped the tools and removed his gloves and sat on the child's bed feeling disappointed. He had this feeling like he didn't know how to do his job anymore.