Chapter 2: Our protagonists story
I am what you would call a calculative person, the one who believes in taking profit even from the dead. I normally don't show my emotions, why because being an assasin forces you to and how did i become one well its a long story.
But i guess you have all the time in the world so here is how i became one. When i was 8 yrs old my family was in debt. You may say what's sad about it heh you don't know how it feels like being harrased by loan sharks everyday.
Those loan sharks were once my fathers freinds, apparently my father was very accomplished in buisness and they used to suck up on my father.
But later on a pricy endeavour with another buisnessman which led to the company's bankruptancy with his partner in crime escaping to who knows where. We ended up in this shithole, where no matter how much you pay, it isn't enough.
My mother was never in love with my father but she still took care of me like an angel. She was the light of our family. But one night she came late, ripped clothes and white liquid flowing down her thighs, it was quite easy to guess what happened. My father was out on work and would arrive next morning.
After the sun rose next day we found her hanging on the fan. Our light was snuffed away from us. Seeing this my father went crazy and all reason flew out of his mind as he took a knife, and the next thing i saw was those loan sharks being stabbed by my father.
Thus he went on a killing spree and after a while loud sirens of ambulances and police cars were heard and gunshots too after which i never saw him again. I already knew no should i say felt that this was all pre-planned.
But i guess no one expected my father to go on a rampage. And no one expected him to leave me alone. I escaped that day but i was not able to bury any of them as i saw the police officers throwing a bloody sack in our rental apartment.
After which they leaked the gas and threw a light boom, and as the saying goes you can't prove a thief to be a thief without any proof or support, of which i had none.
I survived because i hid in the trash of our old apartment where i used to hide my savings. I did not cry, you might be thinking i am crazy but fortunately or unfortunately i found this drama quiet normal.
I even went as far as blaming my father fo we his naiveness and weakness. So i erased my name, my origin, and tried to disappear after which i started begging on the streets. There an old man found me he even went as far as telling me my story and the culprits behind it.
I was sure this wasn't for free and asked him to state his reasons, for a moment he looked surprised and then he said that i would be trained as an assasin for ten years and then we would set a contract for another 20 yrs which stated i would be under him.
Later he asked me how did i know it wasn't free lunch, i replied to him it was my instincts to which he was surprised.
He thought that my story was perfect to create a cold assasin. Everybody is the protagonist of their own story but i second that because i am what you would call a believer of consequences everything happens because of something and there is a reason for everything.
After 10 yrs of training and 20 yrs of service i took my arms and headed down to a company then i shot whoever stood in my way. Assistants, police oficers, bodyguards, guards, all died under my bullets.
I activated the elevator and reached the topmost floor where the office of the boss of this company, the one who ruined my life, the one who is reaponsible for everything resided in.
After i opened the door, there stood the man i had to slay as my final job. He was scared and trembled, he even went as far as offering me monetary rewards for not killing him, i looked at him with disdain i guess he doesn't even know my parents anymore.
After all he is one of those guys who can't stand someone being better than him and backstabs everyone. I aimed my gun at him and bang, he died not knowing who he had offended.
Then i stood near the window of the office it wasn't even bulletproof and took my bag and jumped of the building after which i pulled the chain but instead of opening as a parachute like it should.
It started a voice recording of the old man saying something about me being a very good or rather the best assasin and was feared even by him thus leading him to do this saying that at least i was able to take vengeance on my enemy.
And before the recording could end bam i hit the concrete and felt the world going dark and the next moment i find myself in a queue of many souls of sorts with everybody instead of going to the bridge of reincarnation as we should were being led to a room.
Well i guess i would find out later, what is inside that room and why we were being led there.
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