"When is daddy coming home?"
Her Mum replied, "I'm not sure sweetie."
"Mummy, is daddy home yet?"
"Not yet sweetie."
"How long do we have to wait?"
"..."
"Mum?"
Darkness followed me, as I walked to the kitchen, it still follows me as I walk today. I saw red in the kitchen, I see red today. The lady acknowledged me, as my sisters now do. I was scared of the lady, as I am scared of my sisters. I was different from the lady, as I am different from my sisters. I can't remember anything else, not even my parents.
I am Mortred and that was where my journey began.
Running through the forest, the moonlight pierced through the treetops. The darkness reached out to me, and pressed me down. it suffocated me slowly as I ran through the bare branches that spiked into the sky. I could feel the lady watching my every move, like a wolf stalking its prey. Her illuminating red eyes pierced through my very heart, shattering it in the process. It was at that moment, that I realised I was lost, with no home to return to and with no one to call family.
Every passing second, the lady was getting closer. She was moving so majestically, like the trees were a part of her, using the trees to her will. Bending and shaping it to her liking, as if Mother Nature and her were one, whilst I was struggling for air. As I kept running, I saw black spots, I felt faint.
Suddenly, I felt something tug my leg, jerking my whole body forwards towards the eerie forest grounds. As the terrain got closer to my head, I could see hell inviting me to join. I cower in fear, just like a small child as I heard the cries of torment of the deceased. . The lakes that were filled with calescent lava, inviting me for a swim and then Satan himself. His hard rock like face, eyes that bore right through my very soul, making me lower my head in obedience in fear of being killed. Then finally, my head hit the ground and I passed out.
My life as Mortred ended there. . I am now part of the veiled sisters, with no recollection of my past, with no hesitation of killing. I am a perfect weapon. I am Phantom Assassin.
We, the veiled sisters are a group of women that are raised to be the perfect weapons, no fear of death, no cowardice, no hesitation. We dip our head in obedience to the moon and bow down to no one else. We follow its every command without questioning and if we were to die, we would blame ourselves for being so indolent, and in that rare instance that one of us were to die, we were easily replaced.
My adventure begins here. Things will be different from now on, I will be shaped to be the person I was destined to be.
The patter of rain trickling through the leaves is all I hear when I'm praying. The soggy leaves beneath my legs is all I feel. The smell of blood is all I smell, making me aroused wanting for more. Weeks, it has been weeks since my last assassination. Weeks since my last last taste of blood. People think of killing as a sin, while I think of it as a price. The satisfaction of maiming the bodies and watch the blood trickle from the carcass that was once alive. I pray and pray, again and again and finally, I finally receive it. An assassination for me to execute.
The task is simple : Assassinate a being named "Lord Merek".
I stand up and stretch my sore legs. The cracking of bones echo across the forest, shaking the trees as it pass by. I take a deep breath. Then I run, blending in with the darkness that only a blur could be seen. The sweeping of the leaves could be heard from a mile away along with the melodic singing of crickets. The moonlight shone through the treetops and once in awhile my weapon reflects the light, giving the animals a glimpse of death. The night hide my flaws, my imperfections, the scars burned into my flesh, it bought out the spider in me. I kept on running and running losing track of time, and finally I saw something at the corner of my eye. A structure that stood out from the rest.
It was a Chinese temple, with its four corners reaching out towards the sky. The walls that were tainted with red… Blood red, splattered all over the wall. The fragrance of blood was heavy and the screams that signifies one's death. This is not the world of fantasy, the screams that I could hear was all real, it was music to my ears. The energy that I need to carry out this task, the reward I get for assassinating my target. As I ran on the roof tops, I could see dead corpses everywhere, scattered all over the yard.
Their bodies lay like ghoulish mannequins, the oesophagus and arteries sticking out like so much corrugated and rubber tubing. The smell, it was the smell of friday the thirteenth, the smell of recently slaughtered animals. In this case, the bodies were burned as the bodies still give out a sense of warmth and sliced as they were fishes, gutting them inside out. The thick scarlet blood that once flowed in their veins was clasped within the walls. Still, it drips silently. Fast, it flows in streams. Wet, it can soak things. Dry, it can stain things. Within it comes life. Without it comes death.
Blood doesn't care if it stains trees, animals or you, just like how Lord Merek doesn't have any preference at all. To him humans were play things, things to gut, things to slice, things to burn.
As I reached the room, the screams were reaching out to me, arousing me to do more, to kill….