The weather is dark and gloomy. The sky is shrouded by the darkness that was brought upon by the absence of light. However within this darkness shined millions of lights. One light in particular was very special. One might think how is one light different then the others? That's simple the light shined the room of the world's most dangerous assassin otherwise know as, Mercury. Mercury sat writing with passion, uncharacteristic of him as his life was nothing but dull up until that point
'How does one become an assassin?
Do they get kidnapped then trained by an assassin?
Are they inducted into a league of assassin?
In truth their were many ways to become an assassin as many of my work associates have told me so but despite their cool legendary stories of impressing a veteran assassin with their skills at a young age. I became an assassin through surviving on the streets. I was an orphan well still am but referring to myself in such a way is kind of depressing don't you think. Anyway I was kicked out of the orphanage at 15 and even before that I was forced some nights to sleep on the cool pavement below the black sky.
Sadly, it didn't get better once I left the orphanage. I had searched the internet for ways to become rich but every way was either impossible or impractical for me in the current situation. All hope was lost until I became friends with a drug dealer. Me and him would talk nonstop about the business, well I would he would just shake his head or nod without listening.
Still with the idea set in my mind I became a drug dealer at the age of 16. I meet a l a lot of scary and shady people, I even had my arms broken once for having my stash being robbed from me.
Two years past as I lived like a dog saving all I could and that day finally came. A group of 5 people broke into my apartment and beat me until my face was unrecognizable. That wasn't the worse part as they robbed me of everything, all I had worked for was taken and I was angry. Fury built within me but I couldn't understand that was until I saw a group of five people hanging around a red car.
Flashes of the day I lost everything flashed in my mind as I glanced as the groups shoes seeing all the evidence I needed I went to the group and killed them all. I brought a gun the week before with the excuse of self defense but in truth I had been searching for the group the took from me.
4 years passed as I finally turned 20 years old. I was different though as on my twentieth birthday I assassinated someone and returned home as a nobody. I had no name, no friends, no love, no family. I was broken in every regard but I was still working towards a goal I didn't have.
Now at the age of 30 I am no better than I was 10 no 15 years ago. I'm still broken uncapable of being fixed but I have realized that now that's why I'm writing to you. Well in truth I'm writing to no one I probably ended up dropping this letter off at FBI headquarters with evidence of the crimes I've committed. If so congratulations, if not who cares.
So long
Your Dear Friend, Mercury'
Mercury finished the writing and set off into the night. Avoiding the bright street lights like the plague Mercury stayed concealed in shadows, reaching a large building with top notch security he slipped in with ease going all the way the to the Director's office were he laid stacks upon stacks of evidence and on top he sat the letter. Getting out of the building was just as easy as getting in so after getting that out of the way Mercury got a taxi told the driver his next destination and final battleground. He was going to the home of assassin, Eden.