Chapter 1: The three
Nothing is true, everything is permitted
What pops up in your head when the word assassin pops up? Do you think of a huge man with a gun shooting someone in the back of the head? A man going around killing people just for the fun of it? Bet you don't think of three fourteen year olds. Well that's what we are. Brandon, Juan and I. We are assassins.
Anthony was studying when he heard his dog start barking and his bell ring. Anthony ran down the stairs to open the door already knowing who it was. He opened the door and there, as he already anticipated, were Brandon and Juan. It was Saturday, one of their many training days. In their hands they both held cages, Brandon was carrying his cobra. Anthony wasn't really sure what kind of cobra specifically but, to be honest, he didn't care very much. Juan had his fox Kyuu with him.
They all went to Anthony's backyard, Juan and Brandon let their animals out of their cages. The animals, including Anthony's dog all went to go play together. None of them really knew how that worked but the animals always came back uninjured and happy so they weren't worried. And they never had to worry about space; Anthony's Grandfather was rich so he had a mansion with a huge backyard.
Brandon, Juan and, Anthony all knew what to do so they quickly got to their places and waited. As they anticipated Anthony's Grandfather Desmond walked outside. They all bowed. "You all know what today is correct?" his voice was that of a wise old experienced old man. "Yes." They all said in unison. "Good" he said. It was a sparring day, every once in a while Anthony, Brandon, and Juan had to spar each other. You lose if you get knocked out, quit, or if you get seriously injured.
"Brandon and Anthony" he said. Brandon and Anthony stepped forward. "Choose your weapons" he said. They both walked up to a table filled with hundreds of weapons. Anthony, being a sword expert, chose a short black sword with a cord wrapped handle and some throwing knives. Brandon chose a wooden staff and some kunai. They both stepped away from the tables and back to their positions.
Anthony looked at Brandon and smirked, they all knew if Anthony had a short sword in his hand Brandon stood no chance. Brandon looked at Anthony, and then at his side where his kunai were and smiled. Everyone knew Brandon had the best accuracy, he almost never missed. If he threw something and was aiming for something in particular it was impossible for him to miss. So they were pretty equal. "Fight!" Desmond yelled. And so they did.
