The Young Assassin
It was a dark, moon shined evening, everyone sound asleep. No one suspecting anything and I knew what I had to do. At the point of midnight, I put on my gray hooded sweater, strapped on my hidden blades, grabbed my hammer, put on my shoes, and put on my gloves. I went through the basement door, and snuck out. One light was on, and that was at the end of the street, it looked like almost every house did not have their lights on, so no one can see me. I proceeded to climb my house, and was at the roof, ready to jump to the next roof. Only 3 years of practice, and already am I jumping roof to roof, and I'm only twelve. It's not every day a twelve year old boy jumps from roof to roof, with a variety of blades and weapons with them. As I was running and jumping, I began thinking of my family, or what once was my family. They took my family, my parents, and my brothers, and now it's only me and my sister, which we are living in my aunt's house. But it isn't just me, who they took my family, my friend Leo, his family is gone too because of them, and we decided we weren't going to stand there, while those people wrong another person. They will pay. One of them did, Leo and I made list of targets we set out to kill, because of the wronging of my family, and his too. Imagine, a twelve year old boy, killing someone, some people call it evil, others call it heroic. But what I do isn't heroic; I only intend this for revenge. As I stopped by Leo's window, he was already in his hooded sweater, and he nodded to me. He and I learned that our ancestors were part of this group that did the exact thing we are doing, except they killed far more people than we did. Their group dated back even before the renaissance period. But that group died off years ago... until now.
Nothing is true, everything is permitted. We fight in the dark, to serve the light. My name is Matthew Asim Dalisay, and I am an assassin.