I don't even remember my mother and father, if I had one. Whoever I was and whatever I meant to anyone was entirely erased from my head. It must have been when I was ten or younger when I was taken because I hadn't even hit puberty yet. Whatever my life was is nothing but a watery haze of floating images that don't connect to make any sort of sense and all the memories I do have are the ones that came after I was taken from my home. I'm certain I blubbered for the warm embrace of whoever took care of me but that was taken care of immediately with brutality. I was beaten until bloody and my past was washed away with every bludgeon to my head until I couldn't even recall my own name anymore. Devoid of any past or person to rely on I was taken in by these cruel eyed people who trained me in the art of assassination. I was to kill and was meant for no other purpose. No emotions passed through my body as I went through my intense training only to strike down whomever stood in my way with stealth and swift ease. Immediately I took to the guns as if they were my bottle and drank deeply from the life it held. I had power unlike any other. A power which rested in the glowing honey of my eyes and extended out to my weathered hands. Which each moment that my small fingers pressed against the trigger there sent forth a burst of energy that was like an eagle's cry and the bullet went flying straight into the center of the target with ease and impeccable accuracy. I never missed a single shot. Even with the smoke gathering around my feet of a bomb I could see past it and lay waste to all the enemies before me.
My potential was not overlooked. I was thrust into a room with a hefty sized man with a large bottom lip that sneered and bushy eyebrows who beckoned me closer. He grabbed the sides of my chin, his chipped fingernails digging into my cheeks but I did not flinch in pain and I looked him straight in the eyes right into his soul without any sign of fear, remorse, regret, disdain, hatred, or respect. Just this empty regard for whatever he had planned for me. He looked upon the people that had brought me and regarded them as harshly as he did to me.
"Is this the best that you've got to offer me? Some scrawny little skelp who hasn't even grown into her body yet? Really I'm disgusted by the very idea that you would send this child my way! You have lost your minds if you think-"
"Sir here us out. We know you do not usually take them so young but this one has proved to be rather…unique in her abilities. She can reload faster than one can blink and her marksmanship is top quality- incomparable to anything we've seen. Her eyes, well just look at them, have you ever seen such eyes that stare endlessly into the void like so? Her pupils are also of significant size. Watch her, sir, and you will see them shift and change. She's like a real hunter of the wild with eyes made for concentrating on even the flitter of a hummingbirds wings. We would be foolish not to give her over to you!"
The man in his mighty chair with his grip like a viper looked at me once more from where he had thrown me on the floor and barked at me to look at him again and this time he focused on my eyes a little bit more than he had previously and this time I looked back at him more directly trying to push my very essence and cold nature towards him just through the quick twitch of my eyelids. He turned away for a minute, seemingly unfazed by my prying gaze which remained affixed on him with extreme concentration. His hands reached for a pistol and threw it at me. The cold metal object would landed hard in my lap causing a bruise to start growing on upper thigh but I caught it in my hand without as much as a blink or a breath.
"Quick reflexes. Now I want you to shoot the cigar out of my mouth," He commanded and as soon as the sentence was over the cigar came tumbling out from his lips and onto the floor in a flash of fire and a flurry of movement. I had no pride, no cocky conceitedness, and no joy at that moment. I was hired immediately and joined the ranks of people much older than me who were masters of their craft. Of course they all looked upon me as this tiny twerp who didn't deserve to be here and didn't crawl her way through laborious tasks and hardship to get at the point they were. However I proved quickly that I was more than capable of handling my own and did a practice run where I demolished an entire flock of sheep in a few seconds flat. From there came actual humans but small tasks such as taking out petty thefts and minor nuisances but I was accompanied by a fellow assassin or two. I needed not of them. I needed no one. I was a deadly hunter stalking her prey alone in the night howling at the moon like a lone wolf and creeping about unfeelingly with bloodied paws. I yearned to kill. I lusted for thrill. Nothing brought any emotion to me save for dispensing of these lives which meant nothing to me. Then that desire faded and it became monotonous, dull, and meaningless; a mere task done with a blindfold on as it was just the same every day as it was before with only a ghosting feeling of excitement with every head blow and recoiling shot. I was a thirteen years old by the time I was given my new name. MeyRin.
Mey meant budding for I had grown into my body well now and for my age I looked mature with well-developed breasts and wide hips. Rin meant cold and suited me well. A cold distant shell just like the ones in my sniper rifles. I went through life as the main person my boss called on to execute those who did him harm and I was given money for it but spent it on nothing. When I wasn't busy I would stay in my quarters and watch the birds go by the window until I was called again. Everyday just like the one that followed behind it. When I was sixteen I had my only purity taken from me and it felt like nothing. I felt nothing. Just another task I must do. I had slain many who I never cared to know, women and men alike. Humans were nothing more than moving targets. I kept my hair short as to not obstruct my vision and continued on with my life. Slowly but surely I became the youngest assassin in the known world. Then when I was twenty two I was given a big mission to take down the head of a corporation who had wronged the boss. It was my first big mission and would lead into more serious big time things for me like this for I had only been dealing with small shrimp and little leeches. Now was my time. I had no goals or motives outside of what I was meant to do. This was my solo mission. Only me and my beauties, the pistols that were my only company that I could rely on, the only company I needed. There he was the man I needed to take down. I loaded up and set my sights on him. Then…
"Father you're back!"
"Father did you bring us any treats this time?"
I halted, my hands shaking and my finger so close to the trigger that one slip and I could have pressed it. What was wrong with me? Shoot! Come on SHOOT! Kill him now. Kill him. What's the hold up?! I tried I really tried. I sucked in air and swallowed but I couldn't do it. For once in my life I felt something….remorse. This pain squeezed my chest. I had a father once. I had a family once. I could have even had brothers once. If I killed him now…those beautiful little boys who had done no wrong…they would be left without a father too just like me. They would see his dead body…what would that do to them? Could I….Could I live with that blood on my hands? I had gone through years and years of hollowness without caring about the people I've killed without realizing what I was doing because it was all I knew how to do. Now I had another feeling…regret. They could have been innocent people. What if they were innocent people? What have I done? What kind of monster am I? Suddenly warm water creeped down my face. What was this? Tears? Before I could analyze the situation I was being manhandled by someone who smelled like tea leaves and earth with a hint of vanilla. His voice was somewhat deep, had a slight British accent, and had this seductive tone that rolled at the R's. He sounded like one of the upper crust to me. I didn't care what he was or who he was I fought him with all my might but without my snipes I couldn't do much harm at least not to him. He was much stronger than I had thought and was very rough with me which seemed unfitting to his assumed position in society. I was dragged into a grand glorious home with all sorts of fancy Knick knacks and toys for the rich stuffy kind that I usually took care of. My body and face was pushed onto the ground in front of a wooden desk in a room much larger than any I had seen.
"Oh I see you've brought another mismanaged vagabond. A woman this time." This came from a young boy dressed all fine in shades of blue with his hand on a gold topped cane. He had an eyepatch and a soft voice that breathed the same cold air mine did.
"Yes. Spry thing with a lot of fight in her. I've been watching her for a while, young lord. Her sniper skills are unmatched-"
I had tuned him out in favor of focusing on the movement of the boy in front of me. He was the master? Then what was the man? His servant of some sort? Did that make this boy nobility? He carried with him the air of someone with a lot of responsibility. He was unlike many children I had seen for he lacked innocence. He and I seemed made of the same mold in some sense but also vastly different. His name was Ciel Phantomhive and he was my new employer. I was to guard his life but also be his maid. I would live freely and without much worry. I had a new life…a new start. It wasn't easy at first…I wanted to shut myself in and become the person I was before all this but with the mentoring of the handsome butler named Sebastian Michealis and the encouragement I felt….I soon became something I never knew I was. I was bubbly and energetic. I was alive. I had made friends too two very sweet guys named Baldroy and Finnian both with scarred pasts like mine and both cared about me and I for them. My master, our master, who was so like me, I came to love more than anything and was duty bound to protect. My heart opened up and I could be myself truly. I love my job, I love my life, I love my friends, I love Sebastian, I love Tanaka, I love Ciel, I love everything. I will trip and stumble but I will always be there for my master and try to pay him back for the happiness he has given me but I'm not sure I can…or if he knows just what he's done for all of us. My past is gone and now I have a bright future…these wonderful people…they have finally given me much more than a job or home they have given me something to live for.