"How many times can a person frighten you to death? I still wear the same scars today, they are still my biggest nightmares but also my biggest trophies in this world, truthfully that's what kept me alive and kicking and ready for more action today.
After that day though, the intense training got so much worse, it was almost too much
for me to bare while time ticked on, the images still float through my mind, rattling my brain many years later, every now and then it would send a cold shiver running down my entire body, every time I thought back to each time he slammed my body against, cold solid walls, floors, I couldn't even count how
many doors were replaced, I lost count in the end, my body would shake like a battler-ram in shock every time I was beaten, I would receive mutable bruises
upon bruises that would make my body sore for weeks on end, then leading to months after that.
The hard-punishing abuse I received in those days changed me, to what I am today especially mentally in any case.
My Master came to me one night with a new set of clothes, with a proud smile on
his face, enough to make me frown, the outfit consisted of a tight, black pair of pants, with knee high boots and silver buckles that I could hide my metal blades inside, a tight corset with straps that matched my buckled to my black boots, a strap over my small jacket that would hide most of my femininity that would show in my small corset that would of showed a lot of white skin if not
for the black jacket. Looking over my bloody disgusting rags, his eyes roaming
the rest of my body while muttered uncomfortably.
"I've brought you something? it's best that you wear them now, it would help
considerably well to blend in with the darkness, to be truthful, I would also
agree it would help me a lot, by taking my gift. I watched my Masters flustered face turn red, standing quietly, listening to him rant on in shock.
Besides, you're a fully trained assassin, now it's your time to shine, time for you to
be out there and into the proper world, spread those wings of yours a little, even if there are too many supernaturals to contend with as you already know.
He placed both his hands on my shoulders, searching for god- knows what, staring
into my deep green eyes, studying me for a moment longer. He suddenly smiled proudly; I was gasping at the sudden intently in it.
"They were so much like mine, I thought, "Now go get cleaned up my girl, tomorrow is
a new day for you, watching him turn tail and walk out on me, making me frown at this new turn of events, he had left me standing there in muted silence.
From that day, my life changed considerably and the days that followed after that. I
was not that soft girl anymore. My Master made me something far too dangerous,
a freak of nature, that day a monster was re-born and the darkness with it.
From that day I broke so many rules, walking through those dark streets at night,
the same streets that Yahweh had saved me from many years ago. ever since that
day, he had decided to train me, "I may talk big," But hey, what girl doesn't when you get that type of offer in the first place.
It was like second nature to me and I've achieved so much in my life by far,
getting where I am now and taking a lot of blood with me. I've done some rotten
things in my life that blood stains my soul now.
"I would like to tell you all about the job I was sent on?' now that I've given
you the start of my very own soul,
"I'm now coming for yours."
So, "here's my very own story,"