BON VOYAGE!
Random Word Generated: Echo
Muse Selected: Rob Lucci
For as far as Lucci could remember, he had no childhood; he would have been perfectly happy conceived into adulthood from the start. The moment his mind could begin to comprehend, all his memories were filled with training and killing and blood and screams. It was just the way of the beast, the fact that he knew nothing other than his practice.
Although Lucci could recall one time in his life when breathing was a little easier; when he could hear the vibration of something—an emotion—within his voice, other than sarcasm and vile. It was faint, and hard to glance at, a time before the conditioning and the first murder his small hand grappled with. As time went however, he no longer could recall the feeling—of the happy spark in his voice, the heavy dip of sadness, or the bounce of enthusiasm. Much of it was lost as he grew older, heaped under the many bodies he left in his wake.
The only thing Lucci could remember now were the echoes of a trapped man screaming.
-Soul Spirit-