Prologue- Memories:
I sat in my bed as I thought about what just happened. Was it a dream, or was it real life? The days are beginning to mix together. On one day I'll have a target, the next I sit in the same cold, dark alley that I started this dirty job in.
My hands tremble each time I see my reflection in a puddle that lays next to me. After each mission, I find splatters of blood on my mask. I use to clean the blood off for a while, but then something in me snapped. The human juice became a trophy to me, almost like war paint. The memories began to stain my mind after the first few times. I don't even remember my mother anymore, not like I would want to though, yet I find that any memory is a good memory...That's all about to change.
CHAPTER 1- Blood never washes away:
....To be continued.
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