For once, was the simple plea thought.
His truest mother had
been slain by her mate long ago.
His siblings had felt
the need to make their smallest blood relative a slave to their
whims.
He had put much time to
killing his father, unfortunately, gaining sibling respect.
His siblings never
needed him unless it suited their needs.
He made quick disposal
of them also.
He spent counted hours
of the day to steal his own needs till even he lost count.
His skills were well
wanted but wanted by the need of others.
He scorned the others
for their use of his stolen skills, though needed the aid.
His fighting skills,
both in brawn and brain, soon exceeded most.
He wanted everything,
everything worth having in gained solitude.
His notorious skills
came to the stark attention of ones more powerful.
He had a partner forced
upon him, a partner to expend and exploit him.
His partner fell in
miscalculation, a presumptuous belief.
He spent many years alone, perfecting the name given by lowly and highly kind.
He had yet another
partner imposed upon him, a sharp partner intrigued by his label.
His new partner fell,
not by his hands, but by a mere token wrapped about the neck.
He was much
disappointed.
His partner had, like
others killed before, taken advantage of his skills.
He was much at anger, a
coursing need of causing the blood of his partner, and made dire
mistake.
His life began fresh,
anew again, along with a stern promise.
He was to be untouched,
unused, and a life of his complete own.
His new mother was
kind, a new acquired taste, and he deemed her faint heart to forever
stay with his own.
His old world made
brief contact with his own and he felt wrongly blessed that they only
used him once.
He soon found his
mother dieing of the incurable.
His wish of keeping his
mother this time around caused him to rely upon old skills.
He saved her…but not without horrible disaster.
He was taken advantage
of skills once more, for a whole unforgettable year.
He saw his opening to
take his life back to how he needed and took it.
He knew the need.
He knew it futile.
He knew it cold.
He knew it would come.
For once, was the
simple plea thought.
For once could he not
be used?
