(EVERYTHING but the Tylon agency belongs to ME! HAHaha! Sorry ^.^)
Around 16 years ago a boy sat out in the snow. He'd had a happy and normal life up till the age of five, oblivious to all bad things. Then one day his mother called him inside, sounding frantic. He started to walk to her, but he felt himself get jerked away from the ground and looked into the face of an older man. "This one will do," the man said calmly. The child's mother screamed, "Please let him go!" The man only shot her and kept shooting her. Blood flew into the air and mixed with the falling snow. Then the father ran out, not thinking about what a bad position he was in. He fell to the ground as more shot were fired. His blood too, tainted the white snow.
From forever on the boy's snow was red. Snow meant pain, death, bad memories, and love lost forever. Red snow would always be on his mind...along with many other red things. Years later he was seeing only more red. It was Tylon that had kidnapped him and they began trying to make him a killer.
He was beaten when he failed to do something correctly. When he did it right he got his meals for the next day. His body always hurt, the pain never had a chance to leave him. During his little time he had to himself he learned to play the violin, and after that the violin was like his only friend. There was one day he tried to help someone against orders. He was still young then.
He told them to make it appear as if they were killed and told them away to escape, but when Tylon tracked down the person they killed him. As a punishment for trying to help this person escape their wrath the young boy received a beating so sever he nearly lost all sense for a long time. After about a week he seemed to be back to normal, and the team had a new strategy they used on him. They always reminded him that rebellion against Tylon only meant death, like what happened to his parents.
The violin became more and more of a therapeutic object for the boy. He played it at all times when he felt troubled. Then one day someone that had actually had a take able attitude toward the boy, had went turncoat, and the boy had to assassinate him. The boy threw all emotions aside and killed the man with a shot in the head, and he was begging him not to kill him. After that he was assigned the name Exile, because no one knew his name and he ridded himself of emotion before going in for the kill.
Exile became one of Tylon's top assassins at the age of 13. A top assassin for eight years...and every year before and during was a living hell. He saw the snow every year. He killed someone every week, and he was reminded of his parents' death everyday. He wanted to fight Tylon, but then other people would pay for it needlessly if he rebelled. Rebellion caused death after all, or at least that's what he was told every day for so many years.
Every day he felt like he was going to burst from all the pain that filled him inside and pricked at him on the outside. Every day he felt he lost more sanity. Every day seemed to take a little bit more from him. He thought he should be a withered old man by now, and began to despise people that called him young, or treated him like a kid.
All that was real...all that existed for him...all that he had, was that violin. Where did he get it? Not even he could remember, but he could almost swear he remembered holding it the day he was kidnapped. His memory was so warped that no one could be sure. He needed someone to dig him out of this hole, which could possibly give him sanity and wouldn't have to die by his hands.
He had nightmares every night and woke to nightmares every day, and it was always death everywhere. On the inside he was walking on a tight rope that held him from insanity...outside he just seemed like your normal, pain in the ass, bad guy. It's another case that proves you should never judge a book by its cover.
Around 16 years ago a boy sat out in the snow. He'd had a happy and normal life up till the age of five, oblivious to all bad things. Then one day his mother called him inside, sounding frantic. He started to walk to her, but he felt himself get jerked away from the ground and looked into the face of an older man. "This one will do," the man said calmly. The child's mother screamed, "Please let him go!" The man only shot her and kept shooting her. Blood flew into the air and mixed with the falling snow. Then the father ran out, not thinking about what a bad position he was in. He fell to the ground as more shot were fired. His blood too, tainted the white snow.
From forever on the boy's snow was red. Snow meant pain, death, bad memories, and love lost forever. Red snow would always be on his mind...along with many other red things. Years later he was seeing only more red. It was Tylon that had kidnapped him and they began trying to make him a killer.
He was beaten when he failed to do something correctly. When he did it right he got his meals for the next day. His body always hurt, the pain never had a chance to leave him. During his little time he had to himself he learned to play the violin, and after that the violin was like his only friend. There was one day he tried to help someone against orders. He was still young then.
He told them to make it appear as if they were killed and told them away to escape, but when Tylon tracked down the person they killed him. As a punishment for trying to help this person escape their wrath the young boy received a beating so sever he nearly lost all sense for a long time. After about a week he seemed to be back to normal, and the team had a new strategy they used on him. They always reminded him that rebellion against Tylon only meant death, like what happened to his parents.
The violin became more and more of a therapeutic object for the boy. He played it at all times when he felt troubled. Then one day someone that had actually had a take able attitude toward the boy, had went turncoat, and the boy had to assassinate him. The boy threw all emotions aside and killed the man with a shot in the head, and he was begging him not to kill him. After that he was assigned the name Exile, because no one knew his name and he ridded himself of emotion before going in for the kill.
Exile became one of Tylon's top assassins at the age of 13. A top assassin for eight years...and every year before and during was a living hell. He saw the snow every year. He killed someone every week, and he was reminded of his parents' death everyday. He wanted to fight Tylon, but then other people would pay for it needlessly if he rebelled. Rebellion caused death after all, or at least that's what he was told every day for so many years.
Every day he felt like he was going to burst from all the pain that filled him inside and pricked at him on the outside. Every day he felt he lost more sanity. Every day seemed to take a little bit more from him. He thought he should be a withered old man by now, and began to despise people that called him young, or treated him like a kid.
All that was real...all that existed for him...all that he had, was that violin. Where did he get it? Not even he could remember, but he could almost swear he remembered holding it the day he was kidnapped. His memory was so warped that no one could be sure. He needed someone to dig him out of this hole, which could possibly give him sanity and wouldn't have to die by his hands.
He had nightmares every night and woke to nightmares every day, and it was always death everywhere. On the inside he was walking on a tight rope that held him from insanity...outside he just seemed like your normal, pain in the ass, bad guy. It's another case that proves you should never judge a book by its cover.