Introduction
His life had changed…ever since he started loosing his sight that was when it all began. The reason why he lost his sight was unknown to him. His mother taught him how to use his other senses and how to be independent, just before passing away. He knew from this very moment that his life wouldn't be the same; that he would be alone and would have to fend for himself; he also knew that without his parents, life would be hard. His ideas were set though, he would continue living on no matter what, using all of the knowledge his mother had taught him. Although, he wasn't totally blind: he could still see shadows and that was enough to guide him.
Ten years later he had joined a gang, murdering, robbing and other jobs that were assigned to him by the leader of the gang, Seymour. He was usually assigned to do important tasks, because he was Seymour's most trusted ally.
He took his cell phone out of his black baggy pants pocket and answered it.
"Yeah, I'm on my way," he then hung up and made his way down the alley to meet with the "boss". Although he couldn't see at all in the dark streets, he could sense somebody's presence nearby.
"Are you there?" a man then made his way out of the darkness.
"you found your way, I am truly amazed," he recognized immediately Seymour's voice.
"Yeah, well ten years of living in this area, you kinda get used to it," he explained to Seymour.
"But you are blind," Seymour said.
"No, not completely," his "boss" nodded and walked around him, as if inspecting him.
"Still, even without good sight, you are one of my best spies and thieves," Seymour stated.
"Could we please focus on our meeting," he told Seymour getting slightly irritated.
"Oh yeah, so it's about what your next duty is gonna entail," the man explained to his apprentice.
"Which is?"
"Well, in order to disturb the order of Yevon, you must assassinate Yunaleska and Zaon," Seymour explained to the young thief. Then the thief's shaded blue eyes grew wide in shock and he spitted out: "Wh-why?"
"I thought I told you long ago not to question me!" Seymour exclaimed.
"Seymour, I…I," the young man started but was cut off by his "boss".
"Just do what you are told to, do not ask questions for they make you appear weak," he ordered the blind boy.
"But it ain't right, I mean a lot of the people believe in Yevon I can't do what you're asking" Seymour sighed heavily and pulled out his gun and aimed it at his blind apprentice….