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So this is where he found himself? At the mercy of the man that kidnapped him, trained him to be what he was today? It's funny how life works like that. You think you know someone and the next moment you turn around and every mistake, every choice you made is just thrown into your face.

Christophe sat, half beaten and cuffed to a chair. He was hunched over from being kept up for the past 2 days. Exhausted from the beatings. There was little time for sleep. Only hope that Gregory would locate where he was. Even then, he had some doubts.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get in, kill the target, get out. Just that. But, due to a faulty vent, he wound up falling right into the middle of a meeting. To which he was quickly apprehended and questioned. Not that he would answer anything they had to ask. Finally done with his stubborn attitude, he was restrained and put in solitude after a swift beating to see if that would change his attitude.

It wouldn't, and they were foolish to think it would. However.

He was alone for the moment. His mind allowed to rest and wander, back to where it all began…

17 years ago

It seemed like any other normal day for me, being 3 years old. I remember I was playing in the dirt at the playground, much to my mother's chagrin. She was probably dreading the idea of having to clean me up. It was already hard enough to get me to take a bath. Now I was covered in dirt, that's about as much as I recall from that point. I vaguely remember taking notice of my mother talking to a strange man. Not thinking twice about it, I just resumed my activities until a stranger approached me. I didn't understand what he was saying, but the moment he mentioned he had a kitten, I stupidly went along with him. My first mistake at such a young age.

There was no kitten. Before I could realize what was happening, I found myself shoved into the back of a dark-colored van and the doors shut in my face.

Normally one would cry, freak out or panic about finding themselves in a situation in which they were torn away from their parents. I wasn't most people. Instead, it was a quiet drive to the location they intended to take me to.

From that point, I don't remember much. I remember hearing their shouts, forcing me to do ridiculous tasks and other forms of training. Being 3 years of age made it exceedingly difficult. So they did what any other fucking idiot would do when a child wouldn't listen. They would torture me. It took maybe a year before they realized I was better off back at home. But that wasn't the end of their training. They just wanted me to grow up.

After being returned, I recall my mother hugging and yelling at me at the same time. What about? I don't remember. But that wasn't going to the last time this happened.