I don't know how good this will be so here it goes I hope you like it.
Sweat rolled down my neck as I dogged another punch unmercifully thrown at me. At six years old I was a pretty good fighter, but not good enough for Them. A kick landed on my side sent me flying across the gym. Clutching my side tears rolled down my cheek as I let a sob escape me. Big mistake. The shock collar around my neck sent volts of electricity throughout my body.
"You are showing emotion,"another shock ,"that is weakness." I raised my eyes to the tinted window infront of me. Although I couldn't see anyone I knew they were there monitoring my heart rate, stress level etc. Everyday was like this torture training.
Training for what you may ask. To be their perfect mutant killer or assassin if you will. I had to be. Failure was not an option. Failure lead to termination. I got up and made my face go blank erasing all my emotions. Two years of this made me stronger than your average six year old. But I wasn't average. No folks I was a genetically engineered mutant. Cat mutant to be exact.
Show no emotion ,I thought as I charged my opponent. He was the "top" assassin around here. I had to win. Prove to them I could do this if only to survive.
My eyes shot open as I jolted upright pulling out my dagger. Sighing I put it back under my pillow. Just another one of my childhood nightmares. Yes it actually happened. That was eight years ago. I am now fourteen and the best assassin here.
Where is here you may ask. Here was the Schools secret training base. Here was where they break your spirit so you play their game the way they want. Those who turned out to be useless were terminated. Those, like me, who could gained as much power as a mutant here could.
Hopping out of bed I looked around my dimly lit room. With my cat like eyes I could see fine. There wasn't much here. A bed, dresser, bathroom, and a closet. Quickly I washed up in the bathroom and changed into my black cargo pants and black tank top. Staring in the mirror I looked at my emotionless face. No emotion allowed. Emotion made you weak, slowed you down, made you think with your heart not your head. It also lead back to the termination thing. Funny how that kept popping up.
As I was putting my black hair back my beeper went off. The head honcho wanted to see me. I finished up and headed out. The hallways were not much better in the lighting area. But they were good enough to see someone heading my way. He growled at me as I passed him. Eraser. Me and the Erasers were about the only experiments allowed to roam free. Well almost free. We were still watched as closely as if we were in a cage.
I made my way through tunnel after tunnel not getting lost once. I knew my way around. Reaching his office I knocked twice then entered. "You wanted to see my," I said. He handed me a file and smiled. "I have a job for you."
Okay, ya its short but i don't want to go to far and no one like it.
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