Growing up I used to be a normal kid living at an orphanage with my younger sister Mistra. One day on a stormy night some people broke in to the orphanage and killed the priest and everyone else including the children. Mistra and I was hiding while it all took place. I covered her eyes as there was a lot of blood everywhere. I myself was mesmerized by how they were killing everyone. My eyes in a way twinkled and I looked at the dead bodies with a smile I never had before. I've only smiled to make her happy..this was new...
-The next day-
Police had arrived at the scene to the bloody massacre with only two survivors being me and Mistra
we were taken in by a passing rich couple who took pity on us.
I particularly never liked them but seeing Mistra having a better way of life and seeing her happy was enough for me.
We learned all sorts of things
Science math different languages
Though some times I would be taken away by 'father' to do some combat training as he saw I was interested in assassinations and murders other than my sister who loved to be spoiled non stop
he saw my mannerism, the way I talk and my eyes were cold with no feeling except when I talk to Mistra its a complete personality change. I bet he thought I would be more comfortable with him if we had similar interests.
But he was almost right. He did get me to open up but a little. I was comfortable calling him father than sir.
-Some years went by-
Now I'm 18 and my sister 16.
My 'father' had decided to let me marry anyone I chose as I had found a stable enough job 'he' liked which can support a normal family for an year with 6 months salary.
My sister still oblivious to how the world works was still fan girl-ing over kpop stars and random english idols which I found sometimes annoying but their music was a ok so I couldn't really get mad at her.
I did have someone in mind to marry.
She was quite nice and very supportive.
Due to my job being able to support a "normal" family for a year with 6 months salary.
There was a little party back when i was 17 bout to turn 18 and she was also 17 back then.
There was some beer and wine we had a couple drinks and the night went by.
Next morning me and her were in bed. Realizing what we had done and her freaking out I just calmed her down and said to keep it a secret till next month when I become 18 so we could get married.
We got married as I said.
Everyone was happy.
It was a happy end.
or so i thought..
A few months after our child was born.
Her parents had found out..
They told my 'father' and he directly disowned me. making my sister furious and mad at both him and me.
Even after knowing i was disowned her parents were not happy at all.
They wanted more than that.
And so they got it..
They had hired a assassin who was new and upcoming in the underworld, the man who uses not guns not knives but gloves.
One night
There was an intruder in the house. waking up to the creaking. I looked around to see her dead in the bed but the kid safe. He looked at me with his gloves still fresh with blood. Just as he was about to strike me down i hit him with a pillow
He fell back wards and i got up. I jumped on him and started punching his face. He tried to attack me with his gloves but I caught one of them and cut his eye causing a permanent wound. I held him by the through as my eyes glared at him. He told me that it was her family that ordered the kill. I got so furious and punched the floor right next to bloody gloves head. I let him go as it was him just doing his job. I told him if I ever saw his face again i would make him go poof. Heeding my words he quickly left leaving behind a man and his child with a dead mother.
I got up and wore a black coat. I got some knives and asked a friend to look after the kid. She gave me a gun just in case as she saw the anger in my face and the coldness radiating from my body
heading over to my deceased wife's parents home I entered and killed them both with no explanation. I was mad. I was furious. I snapped for the first time in my life. My so called father was at least fair in his judgement and disowned me but them. They killed their own fucking daughter. they deserved this.
What I didn't realize was my sister was in that house that night trying to make them call of the hit. But she instead was held captive by their other child. When I went through all the rooms and found her I fell on my knees.
She laid on the bed unconscious with ripped clothes bound to the bed..Their son was next to her hugging her body.. I got up and slit his throat. "fucking bastard son..you had this coming.."
I untied my sister and covered her with my coat.
I carried her to my safe house.
She was in shock, traumatized over what had happened.
Nine months passed and a child was born.
I took in the child and hypnotized my sister to forget what had happened over the 9 past months and that night and fed her brain false information on what had happened.
'anything to protect her..'
I returned her back to the family house with a note on what had happened and what I did to her.
my father did track me down once and I explained over what I did and what happened
he kept quiet over my incident and just told everyone that I died or had moved to another country.
My sister was kept oblivious to what had happened to me and the incidents of the past nine months.
I moved on from country to country with my now two kids.
I moved them into a private orphanage that i could trust and went on with my life of killer for hire.
I got better.
colder
distant
I visited the kids once every now and then just to feel a bit of my humanity.
If they are happy I am happy..