[02 January 2024, Tuesday]
A young boy at the age of 15 with jet black hair and blood red eyes was sitting behind a desk in his room and he was currently reading the novel "The Villian's Return".
He had been reading this novel for a while now and was currently reading the novel's finale.
He was so immersed in reading the novel that he forgot that today was his birthday.
Two hours later, the young boy - named Mike Morganson - went to the shower and then took a shower.
After a while, he came out of the shower and then dried himself before looking at the reflection of his body in the mirror. He then put on some clothes.
He wore a long black tracksuit pant with a long sleeved black t-shirt. After looking at his reflection in the mirror one last time he exited his room and went downstairs.
It was currently 09:30 AM and when he came downstairs, he checked every room and he did not find anyone at home.
He then turned around and went to the kitchen, where he was going to prepare something to eat for breakfast.
He entered the kitchen and washed his hands before he approached the refrigerator and opened it. He looked at the ingredients inside of the refrigerator and started to think about what he was going to prepare.
After deliberating for a while, he finally came up with a dish to cook and took out the ingredients he was going to need for the dish he had in his mind from the refrigerator.
He was planning on making a mincemeat omelette. So he took out the left over mincemeat from yesterday and some eggs from the refrigerator.
He took the pan that was hanging on the wall and placed it on the stove. He then took out the cooking oil from the cabinet and started to pour some into the pan.
He then turned the stove on and waited for a while for the cooking oil to heat up and once it did, he poured the eggs which he had cracked and seasoned into the sizzling cooking oil.
After making sure that the egg was cooked perfectly, he poured in the mincemeat onto the backed egg and proceeded to make an mincemeat omelette.
Once he was done cooking, he sat down at the dining table and started having his breakfast which consisted of a mincemeat omelette with a few slices of bread and a glass of orange juice.
Once he was done eating his breakfast, he received a phone call from his stepfather, Richard Morganson, who wished him a very happy birthday.
(Happy birthday my dearest son Mike !) Said a deep voice from the other side of the phone.
Only then did he remember that he was turning 15 years today - yes today is was his birthday !
He hurried to the calendar to make sure that it was really his birthday and not just a prank from his stepfather.
Only after confirming for real did he thank his stepfather.
"Thank you father !" Mike said as he smiled from ear to ear.
(Get ready son, I am going to send someone to pick you up at 18:00 PM later today for your birthday party.) said Richard as he spoke in a loving tone to his stepson, Mike.
"Okay father," said Mike as he ended the call and prepared to leave the house to go to visit his biological parents' graves.
Today was also his mother's death anivesary. She had died after giving birth to him and his father had died three months before he was born.
He was then taken to the orphanage to be taken care of. He lived there for twelve years and watched as other children were being adopted by adults who came to adopt children.
After living at the orphanage for twelve years, a man in his late twenties - now early thirties - came to the orphanage and adopted him. This man was an assassin named Richard Morganson who was a very rich business man - but the people who knew about him being an assassin (mainly people from the underworld) called him "The Viper".
Once he was adopted by, Richard Morganson who was an assassin, he also became an assassin at a young age of 12.
He went on assassination missions and he had a 100% success rate which he earned by eliminating all of his targets. With these results, the people started calling him "Bullseye In The Darkness".
He walked all the way to the graveyard to visit his biological parents' graves and once he got there, he greeted the graveyard keeper, Mr Simon Rogers.
"Good morning Mr Rogers," greeted Mike as entered the graveyard.
"Ah, good morning Mike," said Mr Rogers as he replied to Mike's greeting with his own.
"Happy birthday, Mike," continued Mr Rogers as he smiled at Mike and wished him a very happy birthday.
"Thank you, Mr Rogers," said Mike as he gave a slight bow to the old graveyard keeper.
"Are you here to visit your parents' graves again like usual ?" asked Mr Rogers as he gazed at the young boy in front of him.
"Yes, I am," replied Mike as he turned around and started to walk towards his parents' graves. He had made it a habit to visit his parents' graves every year on his birthday.
He approached both of his parents' graves as they were located next to each other.
He looked at the graves and sat between the two graves and started to talk about what he had done since his last birthday. He related all of his activities to both of his parents.
From all of the assassination missions he had been on, the foods that he had tried out to his performance at school.
And when he was finally done relating all of his activities to both of his parents, he left the graveyard and went back home as it was starting to get late.
When he reached his home, it was 16:30 PM and he quickly went to his room where he went to the bathroom and took a shower.
After taking a shower, he got ready for his birthday party and wore a nice black suit.
He then went downstairs and as he reached the door, the car that his stepfather had sent arrived.
He left the house and went towards the car where someone opened the door for him to enter.
He got in without asking any questions and the car started to move towards the party's venue. The journey was boring and awkward as no one spoke for the duration of the journey.
Mike had gotten used to the scenery and the landscape of the city as he had seen it a lot of times before. Be it during assassination missions or visiting his stepfather's company.
After a thirty minute drive, Mike arrived at his birthday party's venue and got out of the car after someone had opened the door for him.
He had told his stepfather that he did not want to be treated in such high regard by his workers, but his stepfather did not listen to him and had instead insisted that it was their job.
He got into the building where he saw that a lot of people were gathered here like the previous year and the years that came before that.
When the people saw him enter, they started to wish him a very happy birthday and sung the birthday song for him.
After this, Mike went over to the table that had his birthday cake on it. He picked up the knife and he blew out the candles and cut the cake.
He fed the first bite to his stepfather before distributing it out to the attendees of the birthday party.
The party commenced and people started to conversate with each other while others started to dance to the music that had started to be played in the background.
Others, such as Mike, decided to visit the refreshments' table to eat everyth- *cough* taste test the food to check whether or not the food was good to be consumed or not. That is what he told himself - he was just taste testing the food.
After 'taste testing' the food Mike was given a glass of orange juice which was being served by a waiter.
In a party this grand, there was bound to be enemies lurking around.
And one of those enemies had so boldly mixed some poison into a glass of orange juice which he gave to a waiter so that it could be given to the young boy to consume which would lead to his demise.
And that is what happened as Mike chugged the whole content down. After drinking the whole poisoned orange juice in one go, Mike started to feel a bit wierd.
He fell to the ground and started to convulse and a white foam came out of the corner of his mouth.
People rushed towards him and crowded around him to make sure that he was alright.
And the last thing he saw was his stepfather's grief filled face as he tried his best to get to him.
A small smile appeared on his face as darkness enveloped him and his life came to an abrupt end.