The first set of italics are the past...the rest of them are thoughts…it's very important for this chapter

Operation: DESTINY

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Chapter 10: Gun with my name engraved

"Welcome, my son, to your new home….your part of hell….your death house!"

The words echoed as Nigel looked up with angry eyes…he didn't want to go through this….but the thought that he deserved it after all of the lies, all of the pain, after all of the deaths made him want the torture. He knew that Father was going to torture him with his fire powers, knives, guns, any weapon that you can imagine. Nigel was going to die…and he was accepting it.

"Never call me your son." Nigel remarked stopping in front of his once beloved Uncle. Believe it or not before Nigel joined the KND they had a bond…

"Uncle Ben!" Nigel cried out with happiness as he jumped towards his Uncle. Both of them were smiling as they hugged, it's been a long time since they saw each other. Nigel was only five year's old living in England, he still had brown hair and didn't have any idea that he was going to lose al l of it. Benedict, on the other hand, was living in his mansion that he just bought. He had just got a new job there and had to move, but he came home for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and over the summer. It was currently Christmas Eve, and the young Nigel was anticipating Santa's arrival.

"Hey Nigel! How's my boy?" Benedict said as they continued their warm hug…

Nigel shook his head with the thoughts…he couldn't think of the past right now. He had to think about the future, the past was over the future was still to come. Definitely with the future that Nigel saw for himself, an assassin. He didn't believe it at first but past events showed him otherwise. The car crash, the mysterious man, his parent's death, and now the current pain that was tearing him apart mentally and physically. He didn't want to even think about it for a second, it was too devastating and menacing.

"Well that's going to be hard…since I am your legal father now." Benedict said smirking with sickening delight. He couldn't help but to resist torturing his new son. And what he said was true…he now was legally Nigel's father…and Nigel couldn't change it one bit. Nigel was basically a puppet being manipulated by its cruel master…who had no mercy in his heart at all.

"Shut up." Nigel snapped back furiously. He didn't want to deal with his Uncle now, he just wanted to go into his new room and think. That's all he wanted, but Benedict wasn't going to let him even do that easily. Benedict just wanted to control him for the rest of his life, and made sure that is control was torturous and without mercy.

Nigel started walking forward, trying to get past his Uncle, but then Benedict stepped in front of Nigel and looked down at him with his dark jade eyes. Nigel looked up with his lost hazel ones and glared at him. Benedict, for no reason at all, has been trying to kill him since Nigel joined the KND, and now he has gone past that. He has murdered Nigel's parents and made it seem like it was a car crash. He probably hired a contract killer to do the job for him, while he just sits back and watches the whole scene. It was disgusting in Nigel's mind, murdering your own brother. It was like Hoagie killing Tommy for no reason, just to get to another person. And it was working; Benedict was now Nigel's guardian.

"You never say anything like that to your father." Benedict remarked coldly. He wanted Nigel to bow down to him, to fall to his knees for him, to feel the pain of it all. Benedict did not want Nigel to revolt against him, Benedict wanted to kill him slowly and painfully…for revenge. The revenge of all of Benedict's embarrassments, humiliations, defeat, and pain from chasing Nigel trying to get him on his side. He never wanted Nigel to follow in his brother's footsteps. He wanted Nigel to go down the path of an enemy, not a hero.

"You are not my father, and you never will be." Nigel said coldly. His eyes shined in the darkened rays of the sun to show his anger and coldness. His eyes didn't show any sign of happiness or even confusion. Just signs of anger, coldness, and ferocity on his Uncle for making him lose his beloved parents. They didn't deserve to die; they were a happy and clueless couple that deserved a longer happier life. Not the life that was cut short by their traitor brother, Benedict. He betrayed them and killed them both for revenge, and torture. "You're just a bastard that has no meaning to life anymore and takes out all of his rage…all of his anger on his innocent family that has to deal with every step of it. That is what you are." Nigel insulted against his Uncle.

Benedict was losing his mind. Nigel wasn't listening to him at all, he just called him a bastard…a foolish bastard. His jaded eyes were growing red with anger, with rage, with growing ferocity, and Nigel saw it. Literally, Benedict's eyes were growing red, blood red. Those are his eyes when his powers were about to unleash, and Nigel saw them before. He saw them before he began a fight with him every time.

Nigel had to react quickly; he swiftly raised his arm and threw it at his Uncle in a flash. The fist impacted against Benedict's tough skin and then Nigel threw his other fist at his face. Once again, the impact rang through his arm; it was like hitting a rock. Benedict was just standing there looking at the ground, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Nigel was amazed at how he didn't even flinch, but he had to focus. He then whirled around his leg and tried to throw his Uncle into the door that was closed. Remember, they were still outside and the rain was getting heavier and heavier with every second. Nigel's attempted kick didn't even phase the sleeping monster; he still stood in his place looking at the ground.

What's going on? Nigel thought. He's not even flinching from my attacks… Nigel stared at his sleeping Uncle, waiting to be awakened. Something was about to go wrong, and Nigel didn't have any clue what was in store for him.

"So…you thought you could beat me that easily…" Benedict said evilly still looking at the ground. Nigel's eyes widened…his voice just got more evil…more menacing. It's like he changed completely…and he was. Slowly, Benedict's hair become darker, almost black, and then his skin become pale. Nigel stood there amazed, frightened, and confused all at the same time. He didn't have any idea about what was going on. "Now it's your turn to feel pain!"

Nigel felt a surging flow of anger and pain go through him as Benedict looked up to reveal his blood red eyes and then punch him in the stomach. The punch was like a knife; it cut right through him. Nigel's pupils grew small as he tried to get some breath, but none came. He then looked at his Uncle and saw a dark grin covering his face and his dark red eyes looking right at him. Nigel gritted his teeth with pain, trying not to cry out or cry. The pain was huge. Then Benedict came out with his leg and whipped around and kicked him near his rib cage. Nigel felt even more growing pain flow through his ribs and heart. The kick felt like it came in contact with his rib cage, not the tissue and skin near it. Nigel wanted to let out an agonizing scream, but he held it in. He didn't want to show any sign of defeat, he didn't want to give in.

Benedict was still smiling with delight. He loved to see pain, he loved to torture people, he loved killing. It was sickening on how many people he has murdered; dozens of people for no reason. He has murdered his butlers and maids, his family members, his friends, his employees, everybody that he knew had a chance on getting murdered. And it was only the beginning of the end.

Nigel flew into the door that he had once targeted for Benedict to fly into. He then stood there for a split second trying to get hold of the situation, but Benedict wouldn't let him. Before Nigel knew it, another punch was being implanted in the middle of his chest. It felt like a speeding bullet that was ripping through him. Nigel opened his mouth trying to reach for oxygen, but all he found was actual blood dripping from it. His Uncle was that lethal; he was making Nigel bleed at the mouth from two punches and a kick, not even near his mouth. But the thing was, it wasn't a cut on his mouth, but blood was coming out of his mouth.

Benedict smiled and then he continued Nigel's torture by punching him again near the heart. This time, the barrier broke. Nigel flew through the fallen door and flew a couple of feet before crashing onto the tiled floor. He landed back first and then stopped himself from sliding. Nigel got onto his knees and hands and spat out the blood that came from his mouth. The feeling was horrible, the feeling of blood trickling up your neck and then dripping from your mouth. Nigel never wanted to feel it again. He coughed a couple of times and started shaking from his beaten muscles. He couldn't even hold himself up in a crouching position on his legs and hands. Nigel was in too much pain from the lethal attacks.

Benedict then walked over with victory and saw his defeated nephew spitting blood from his mouth. It was a glorious sight for him to see, to achieve in his master plan. He crossed his pale arms, and then Nigel looked up and saw that the once blood red eyes were slowly changing back to green and his pale skin was turning back to its original state. Nigel looked up amazed at his Uncle's new ability, his new power, and his new lethalness. Benedict was now a power machine trying to take down any thing that might overpower it…maybe that was why he was trying to kill Nigel. Benedict looked down at his once victorious nephew and smiled. Nigel was slowly beginning to fade away from his memories, and he couldn't wait until he was completely gone.

He then crouched down and whispered into Nigel's ear, "Might as well get used to it, because nobody can save you." Benedict then crouched for a second longer so Nigel could take it all in and then got up and walked away triumphantly, while leaving a broken Nigel behind to recover…

"That was an interesting fight." The assassin, Damien, said to his partner while they stared inside the mansion. The two killers were in an abandoned house a couple of streets down surveying the Uno's mansion. During the afternoon, they secretly got in without disturbing the security alarms and connected small video cameras in the main hall, the stairs, Benedict's room, Nigel's room, and a couple other rooms in the mansion. They couldn't dare even approach the mansion without being found out by Benedict, Nigel, or the security alarms. It was too risky, and besides they could just sit back and relax while drinking and eating and watching the Uno's all at the same time. It gave them some time off.

"Yeah, really. Benedict just went all psycho on his nephew." The other assassin said. This assassin was more laid-back than Damien, he liked to have fun with his job, which now was waiting to retrieve their new lethal weapon, Nigel Uno.

"I guess you can say that…" Damien said sighing. He actually cared about his job, but I guess because he had nothing left. He never married, unlike his partner, and his family wasn't around anymore either. All of them died from 911, so he actually only had his job as an assassin to care about. While the other guy had a wife and kids, but lied to them about his job as an assassin. He says it's way too easy to fool them, but it just makes it easier for him. "Except that he just awakened his powers."

"Yeah, yeah I know. But he still went crazy; you don't have to be so serious all the time." The other assassin said defending himself. "And I still don't know why you were that hat all of the time. It makes you look like a geek."

Damien was getting annoyed by all of the insults about his black hat. He's been asking about it all day, and now he finally couldn't handle it any longer. "Fine, I'll take it off…but I still don't know how you become an assassin, Mike."

"I passed at the top of my class, and besides its fun to be an assassin. You just go around and kill a person that's all; I don't know why you're so serious about it." Mike retorted, but then he glanced over and saw that Damien really did take the hat off. Mike thought he was joking about it, but he wasn't as he saw his face. Damien's face had three scars on it. One crossing over his left eye and then two crossing like an X on his right cheek. Now he understood why he wore it all the time, he was covering his scars.

"Now do you see why I always wear this hat?" Damien said as he placed his hat back on top of his head. He hated showing people his past, it was dark and unforgettable. He couldn't imagine the people that had even worse ones, it just seemed unthinkable to him.

"Oh, that's why." Mike said trying to find new words. "So, about this Nigel Uno kid." He had to change the subject; he didn't want to ask his partner about his past. It just seemed so dark and gloomy.

"Yes, he is supposed to be the future of Chronos." Damien started. "The leader says that he is really deadly and lethal when he isn't being messed with, which is what Benedict is doing. He is telling Nigel about how he murdered his parents, and all the pain that's going to come to him."

"Oh, so that's why Benedict beat the crap outta him." Mike said smiling. It was so easy to make fun of people, especially people that didn't seem like they belonged into society…such as punks, tomboys, emos, and nerds. The way to get into society today is to be stupid, as in you don't get good grades in school, and to listen to hip hop music (such as the songs Damaged and I kissed a girl), and then you had to have the latest clothes from Hollister, American Eagle, and Abercrombie. It was actually really wrong in a way, because all of the others that don't buy this kind of stuff are ignored, made fun of, and hurt both emotionally and mentally. They were meant to be the real leaders, not the stupid Hollister rappers. So, that's why Mike makes fun of the "in-style" people in stead of the other people.

"Yeah, but now Nigel is unstable. His barrier is broken, and he can't fix it. To put it in your words, he doesn't know which side to go on." Damien explained to the relaxed Mike.

"So, he's going to resort to a bloody mess." Mike said looking over to Damien for the first time, with stern eyes.

"Yes, he will…"

Nigel stared at the ceiling trying to clear his thoughts. A lot has happened in the last two weeks. First there was the mission to Benedict's mansion that showed them their god forsaken futures. Then they were stuck in the hospital and Nigel encountered his Uncle yet again. Lastly, the two car crashes…the one with him and his friends, and then the one that ended his parent's lives. Life was going smoothly for him before the mission, and then it turned everything into an unexpected direction. His parents were killed; he met a mysterious guy that knew everything that was going on, and now Benedict's ruthless torture. I know that Benedict isn't going to stop torturing me…Nigel thought grimly as he turned his head and looked over to the window that was being beaten by the constant rhythm of the rain. He enjoys it…every last bit of it from the punches to the blood… Nigel had seen Benedict smile as he broke his heart eternally. All of the memories that once lightened Nigel's heart were now a shattered piece of mirror that Nigel saw in his past. All of the hugs, the warmth, the love…all of it was now gone.

Why did it have to turn out this way? What did I do wrong? Nigel still looked out of the window and started to remember all of the lies and pain that he had put through his friends. He lied to Abby and the others about the future sights, and then he caused the car crash. He caused it because the guy wanted to talk to him…he said it was the first challenge for him. So…Nigel thought that it was his fault that the car crash happened, and then he knew for certain that his parents died because he couldn't protect them. He had a warning from the mysterious man, and didn't take it for granted. He just shoved it out of his thoughts until that one moment hit…and it hit hard. I put everybody through all of this pain…I don't deserve to live any longer…Nigel thought back about all of his actions, all of his mistakes and determined that he would no longer live anymore, but be hollow for the rest of his life…

I…I don't have a heart anymore…I'm becoming my future…I'm becoming an assassin…and there's no way to prevent it…the events had already happened and I can't change them. So, now I will accept my fate…and there's only one way out of this whole mess with Benedict…

Nigel sat up on his bed and looked at the ground with the sadness of his thoughts…He knew what he must do.

I'm going to kill my Uncle…

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