"I was born into fairly average family of five in an isolated, small town" , he began "My father was a carpenter and my mother looked after us, me and my brothers. Two of them actually. Well, she didn't do much looking after, but a lot of worrying. Since my brothers and I would often play hide-and-seek for hours upon hours. My favourite spot was the rooftops and that's when I learnt free running . I used to try to climb up the buildings,utilizing anything I could get my hands on, such as window ledges, little protuberant rocks or a small hole in the wall. With a lot of luck, time and effort climbing up a building became as easy as walking down a street. Thanks to those years I had speed and agility which would become fundamental later in my life.

When I was 10, I was often the target of jokes due to my short figure and even shorter hair, which was an unusual shade of light grey, yet I still made some friends. These happy times, however, were abruptly cut off when news of political unrest and an uprising reached us. A full year later, a civil war was in full swing, yet my parents kept reassuring us that we're going to be fine, that it's all OK. I knew it was a lie; I may have been a kid,but I knew it. And one day I was proven right.

My father had decided that I was old enough to run errands for him. This resulted in me leaving our town for the first time; in a rusty old bike. He had me memorize an extensive set of directions to the nearest town, but that, I soon found out, was meaningless. I bade my family goodbye and left. It was a hot summer afternoon; a few minutes in my journey and I was already sweating. But the heat soon became the least of my worries because I had heard a loud a rumbling noise. I looked up to the sky and I saw it; a fighter plane flying over me. I stopped and stared in shock. I had only heard of them in the radios and television; that they could drop bombs and drones and leave thousands dead, all in an instant. As I was lost in my thought and imagination I heard another noise. Not a rumbling one, but an explosion; one so loud the ground shook and my ears went numb: temporarily, I could only hear a sound like a siren. At that point, I whirled about and took off at full speed back to my town. I didn't know what I was thinking or why I was doing my actions. After all nothing could happen to my hometown, my birthplace, my family. But then, as soon as I tried to stop and tell myself how irrational my thinking was, I arrived. Oh, how I wish I didn't.

Everything, everything, from the people to the buildings to the food stalls, were devastated to unrecognizable bits of what they were. Not even the ground was spared for there was a huge crater in the place in which the bomb had hit the ground. Blood was everywhere, people's bloody organs or body parts were splattered on the walls or on the ground and I tripped over a corpse and
looked at it once before I immediately closed my eyes, got up and kept on moving, not taking in any of what I was seeing yet, all of it etched on to my mind like words engraved on rocks. I took care to close my eyes as my feet unconsciously took me to my destination that I wanted and didn't want to visit; my house. I was sincerely grateful for the fact the building fell on in itself,sparing me the sight of their bodies, for I already knew the conclusion. Ever since I heard the explosion, I knew. Yet, I lied to myself. I stood there for a few moments; or was it minutes? I didn't know for how long I just stood there, my mind blank as an empty canvas, but all that I knew was that soon there were footsteps.

Surprised, I held my breath and quietly as a I could, lifted a large piece of debris
and played dead while under sound of the footsteps slowly became louder
and louder and eventually,I was sure he was standing right next to me. But he just kept on walking. I dared to lift my eyes a few millimeters and to my surprise somebody had survived. It was our next-door was lying on the ground, his body ,or rather what remained of it, covered with blood. He slightly stirred ,something both of us noticed, for the man had started to move towards him. I saw him clearly for the first was well-equipped, with an assault rifle in his hand, full body armour,grenades on his belt,a light brown uniform but no helmet and a bald head of fair skin crouched next to my neighbour and told him something I couldn't hear.
Then, he shot him.

I bit my lips to stop myself from screaming as I very slowly left my hiding spot.
"You're not getting away, murderer",I thought,"I will kill you." But how?
I pondered for his armour would protect him from projectiles and I was no match in a fist fight. Until it hit me; his head!He had no helmet,I could take advantage of my train of thought was interrupted when the man's voice said into his radio"About to finish performing final perimeter ." "This is it," I thought,"now or never.".As I tailed him silently, my foot almost crushed was a long,very thin shard of glass. I picked it now the soldier had decided that there was no alive and made to leave the town. I quickly made
it to a nearby lamppost which had somehow a year of experience, I effortlessly climbed to the top of man turned a corner,yet unbeknownst to him he passed a street lamp."Now or never."I clenched the shard and jumped.
I could feel the glass feel penetrate something and a faint popping sound which I realized was an artery being cut open and something warm splattered across my face. I let go of the shard and instinctively broke my fall. I got up and turned around to see the man writhing in pain, for I had stabbed him in the throat.
"Why?" he barely spoke in a whisper.
"You,you killed him." My voice was shaking.
"Out of... misery...U.N...me " He croaked, before the last bit of life left the peacekeeping troop.