(A/N) This is my first story on Wattpad so it might take sometime to update. Also, I would like some OC because I have a feeling I will need them. The next chapter will have the resume format. What I'm planing on doing is some Minecraft fanfics, Fiolee, and Percy Jackson. But I don't know \('-')/ Anyway, here's the story!

-LINE BREAK OF AWESOMENESS-

-Ella's POV (that's my main OC)-

I hated my life.

People would tell me how I should live it and what I should do with it.

I hated them.

Some of the people I hated most were my parents. They were abusive alcoholics who treated me like crap. They always said I was a mistake, that I should have been a boy, that I was a diesease.

I killed them.

I wish I killed them sooner.

Ever since I could talk, which was when I was two, they treated me like scum. I had to go through fourteen years of my life being downgraded. They said I couldn't fight since I never put up a fight when they would beat me.

I could.

I would sneak out of the house at midnight and run into the night hoping some mobs would spawn. What's wrong with me is what you're thnking right now. Well to answer your question, I would practice my pvp skills on them. I would use my bow an arrows on the creepers and skeletons, and my blade would get to cut through the zombies and spiders.

I never had friends. The kids thought I was a psyco who would end up killing the whole village.

They were right.

I remember the day I killed them all, because it was what lead to my current problem. But that's further down the road.

One night my parents came home drunker than usual an as soon as I came into their field of vision they pounced. They kicked my in the stomach, the back, and the head. Then they would punch me and threaten to break my bed and kill me with a sword. (In this server, if your bed was broken and you haven't slept anywhere else you would die and couldn't respawn) . I couldn't take it anymore. When they came back for round two of torture I took my iron sword from my room and went to their's. I broke there beds confident that they haven't slept anywhere else.

I was wrong, remember that.

After I broke the beds I went to go kill them and found them instantly. Drunk people were noisy and easy to find. As soon as I saw them they noticed the sword in my hand, but it was already to late. At the age or sixteen I killed my parents. That was around the time I met some, lets say people. They knew I killed them an asked if I wanted more revenge. I said yes and they took me back to the village where I lived. I slaughtered them all. Those of whom I hated the most died slower so that they could feel the pain I had to go through all those years ago.

It was after the killing that they let me join there group. They were all professional assassins and they taught me how to kill, steal, an evade detection.

My first job would determine whether or not I could stay in the group. If you failed the first job, you were dead.

I wished I switched asignments.

My first job would be more difficult than the other's since I had more expirence. It was simple in theory but I was quickly proven wrong. What was my job you ask?

Well...

I was to kill Team Crafted.

And there you go, the first chapter! OMG I can't believe it came out that good. BTW I got this from a dream I had. Just to warn you ;) Anyway if you were confused this was how the chapter went. 1) Sort of like a flashback 2) she was two 3) she grew up 4) she was sixteen 5) now she's eighteen. I would love some feed back from you guys. It would inspire me to write more. Anyways, I'll see you later my friends!

-Ella