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Bright red is the color of blood when splattered and spilled everywhere. I never saw its color until the night of my fifth birthday. I still have the images in my head. It was caused by the person whom I loved the most; she was more like a mother to me than my actual mother, who didn't have time for me because of her so called "work." The same goes with my father. I had given her a name; Lisa. Why you might ask? Well that was because in our family we weren't allowed to know our servant's names. Both my parents (as well as the rest of the people who worked for them and the guests as well) died by the blazing fire of homemade bombs or of the gunshots embedded into their bodies by the silver gun named Breeze.
Just outside of the burning mansion, I was kneeling down frozen as a statue could ever be. The one who I loved most, Lisa, was right in front of me…pointing Breeze in the direction of my forehead.
"Why?..." was all I could manage to croak out.
"Why? Who knows, kid, maybe I just did it for the fun of it...or the money." She stops for a moment to think, "No, that's not it. Okay you want to know? Well, here's my answer. It's just the way life is. This is because of destiny, no…..fate!" Lisa then squatted down, still aiming her gun at me. I thought about what she said. None of it made any sense to me, not one bit, so I asked,
"Why are you like this? I- I don't understand! Don't be like this! You're…"
"Shut up, brat!" she then started to kick me from her awkward position. I used my arms to bury my head in it and let out a cry. Finally Lisa stopped, but grabbed a fist-full of my hair and yanked it up. Now we were looking each other eye to eye. I soon realized, this was not the Lisa I knew. The one I knew was just a form of disguise. This was the true Lisa. I knew it! I knew I should have never trusted her to begin with! (I never trusted anybody else) My emotions then shattered, and I became someone else. My blood was boiling with anger; no hatred. I guess my eyes were the ones who told Lisa- no, my enemy that I was hungry for revenge. She smiled, lowered her gun down, and calmly spoke, "I love that look in your eyes. I guess they were right about you true killer. And to be quiet honest that's a good thing." I ignored her words and yelled,
"I am going to kill you!" my death target responded,
"Well, I'll be waiting for that day to come kid." She then stopped, pulled out another gun from her bloody maid uniform and continued to speak, "here, you can have this." The gun was tossed onto the ground in front of me. "If you want someone to blame, go blame your mother. It's her fault for my onslaught." I gazed down and studied the texture of it. It was a pitch black color accompanied with a silver streak-like pattern and had the mark of an "X" and two I's. When I looked up, my enemy was gone, leaving nothing, but a trail of bloodied prints on the patched grass. Struggling, I got up from my knees, picked up my mom's gun and followed the trail away from the burning mansion where everyone, even my happiness, was gone. I felt alone and abandoned, now that everyone was gone. The trail lead me into an open-wide evergreen forest. With each step I kept muttering to myself,
"I'm going to kill you." her face was now glued into my mind; everything I had thought about her was all a gigantic act. A lie. At that point in time, I pass out onto the dirt ground my vision fading as well. It was dark and every part of my body was aching. Then I heard voices. One of them was low and deep and the other one sounded familiar. Uncle ted? No, he's dead. I tried to open my eyes and to the left corner of my vision I saw two tall men standing across the room. They stopped talking and one of them turned around. Uncle ted? A few seconds later, my vision became clearer. It was uncle ted! He walked through the room to the bed that I was laying on.
"I want to go home uncle ted. I'm scarred…don't want to be here…" he put his gentle hand on my head and whispered,
"Everything is going to be okay, Toneriko." My eyes started to blur. I didn't know what it was until I felt something wet run down my cheek. I realized I was crying.
The next day was made luminous outside by the sun. I was told to take a certain test. Not only that, I didn't get to see uncle ted until it was all over. Two large men lead me into a huge, white room with some shade of red stain marks. I didn't know what the red, stain marks were, but it looked strangely familiar. One of the large men, whose black shirt sleeves were torn off, handed me my mother's gun. My mother's happy smiles came to me, and then revolved to her dead face. I had to shove the gun into my bloody pants pocket to get the horrifying image away from my head. Tears were on the verge of coming out, but the two men exited the room. I heard a click from the other side of the door. I began to worry. Across the room another man came in and was holding a sharp, but ragged blade. Suddenly a speaker came on with a woman's voice announcing,
"Number 381 versus…err…um…what is the boys name again?" there was a pause. "Oh right versus number 951. Begin!" right that second the scrawny man came charging and swinging the blade at me. I manage to dodge to the right, but he did a quick three hundred and sixty turn and swung the blade at me once more. My blood spilled out from my back, where the knife had struck me. I fell down on my knees and so the skinny guy made a swift turn but tumbled down because of his big feet. I could have laughed at him for that, but the pain had stopped me. This time I got up, but ran away from him. The man had to think fast and made the choice to throw the knife at me. Its blade went into my left leg. I screamed in agony. Enduring the pain, I yanked it out and threw it away from both the dangerous man and myself. But I guess it didn't matter to him because he scuttled at me from behind. Jumping on me, we both fell down. For a while we had to wrestle each other. I ended up having my back against the ground with him, kneeling, on top of me. Pinning me down, the man grabbed my throat and tried to choke me to death. I struggled to get his grip off me but, it was useless until I thought of something. Quickly, I pulled the trigger. The gunshot made a huge bang.
"Awwww!" cried the man as he got up and crouched over to grab his wound. Blood was pouring out of his frail body and landed on the white ground, everywhere. I then noticed my reflection on the ground where the man's puddle of blood was; I was smiling. I was enjoying this moment. Coming to my senses, I remembered I was in a death battle. Its either be killed or kill to live. And I don't plan on dying yet. Not until I've accomplished my goal. As I got up, I walked calmly and carelessly to him knowing full well he couldn't kill me because I was stronger, better. I needed to live, unlike the lowlife trash before me. Number 381 knew what was coming for him. He got up, ran to the other side of the room and started to bang on the door while pleading,
"PLEASE! Somebody! Save me! I don't-" BANG! There was another hole in his body, but this time it was located where his heart was. He turned around and I saw blood gushing out of his mouth and in the area of his heart. He muttered something just before his pupils rolled up to the back of his head. I lowered my gun and just realized what I had done. The speaker came back on with the same woman's voice,
"Victory to number 951 along with his passing." I had just made my first kill. The same two men lead out to the hall and I saw my uncle. I ran up to him and begged for forgiveness. He pulled me away and started talking to me while smiling,
"No, Toneriko. That's great you made your first kill. You've done good thing! Do this every week along with surviving at the end of it and you will become a good, strong, boy."
From that day onward I have always and forever will have nightmares of the lives I have taken with my mother's gun. Uncle always tells me I am doing the right thing though. Because I passed I am now in an organization of professional killers called knights. They hold the most highly talented people who use their special ability or supernatural powers for killings under the rule of the 50 leaders. We are everywhere on this planet, in disguise. We have numbers to show other numbers how strong we are. Number one is known for the god of killing and the strongest of us all. Thirteen years have passed by ever since the day of the incident. Now I, Toneriko Saton, am ranked at number four, born to destroy all weaklings who cross my face.
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