a/n: another killer story 'cause I'm like that. :p. black cats first kill.

I sat in the corner of the room shaking back and forth, my hands they were soaked in sweat and blood, oh how much I wish it was my own blood, I see his face, and the begging faces of his children.

'My head it hurts' I thought as I clutched the sides of my head.' It really hurts, why does it hurt so much'

Flashes in my mind race through my head, as silent tears run down my face. 'my head, my head feels like it's going to explode!' I rocked faster, my breathing turned heavy and increased in speed.

Suddenly my breathing hitched.

"no father,' the children cried ' please, please leave father alone"

I tied them down and held there father, I pointed hades at his head. I was about to pull the trigger then something burst through the door, as if this wasn't hard enough for me, his wife jumped in front of me as I pulled the trigger.

BANG, the sound resounded off the walls. Her blood, it showered her children in a crimson dye, their eyes were wide and almost as red as the blood that had just covered them, tears streaming down their small faces.

Their father screamed his wife's name and wept on her body. I closed my eyes and imagined them as dolls, it makes it easier to kill them.

I shot and their fathers whimpers were silenced for eternity and forever shall haunt my dreams.

I turned to the kids,

"Which one of you shall live, I will only allow one to breath longer than the rest" I tell them

"we choose our youngest to live" they point to the little boy who is stunned in to silent shock as his three year old mind tries to process what is happening.

I closed my eyes and shot knowing that in the name of the cronos numbers my aim is true.

The echo of the bullet shells hitting the floor was covered by the sound of loud wailing of the young boy, in all the commotion it took me a while to realise that I too, was crying.

Tear leak their way from the ducts I was sure were empty, It was just like that way my parents were killed, except I wasn't given the choice of whether or not I would die, I was just told to grow stronger, that's how I got my name, I forgot my real name and all I was told to do was train so that was what I wa called.

I look at the bodies of the children then averted my eyes

'selfish children, I though, allow your youngest brother to live when he is not old enough to read, how will he survive, selfish stupid children to believe a killer'

I took pity on the lost child and broke my promise

I lean down and whisper in his ear.

The child nodded.

I shot.

The only thing left to do

"im' so sorry" my voice broke in the last word

May the words i whisper to that child be my own advice.

"be reunited with those you love"

On my first mission I went mad.

I raised the gun to my temple.

May the world's newest generation grow better than I did.

The last testament of black cat.

I point

I shoot

I never miss

The night halls were filled with the echoes of the last bullet black cat shall ever fire.

a/n: what'd ya think, I enjoyed writing, just something I wrote in my math class

hope you review.

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