After my first birthday I went out and killed my mother by stabbing her in the throat with a knife she used for drugs. It was interesting to note that my Father had died two months after I was born by overdosing on whatever drug they used. My mother had one of the men she was sleeping with throw his corpse outside for a 50% off fuck session. I really didn't feel anything about her death other than a sense of satisfaction over getting rid of some trash. It might be cold, but this was how this world was and other than giving birth to me she hadn't done jack else for me.

The next day one of my mothers usuals showed up. The idiot walked right past her and didn't even bother noticing that it was the person he was here for. I of course was waiting in her bedroom on a chair while the guy just walked in like he owned the place.

"Hey, who the hell are you little guy?" The guy said with a smirk. "You seem a little young to be looking for that whore, why don't you go to your mama and let me find this tramp." He then started to turn to walk out the door to keep looking for her.

I used a string I had set up earlier to cause the door to close and used another string to wrap around his ankles and jerk him into the air. Ninja traps for the win.

"I'm going to make a deal with you friend." I said as I walked over to the guy as he hung upside down with a shocked face that was slowly turning to anger.

Right before he started to shout I pulled out a butcher knife I had found in the kitchen and put the flat side next to his throat which caused him to gulp and swallow his shout.

"If I were you I would avoid shouting around me since as a toddler I might get scared and throw a tantrum, I believe that you know that if I throw a tantrum right now with this knife this close to your head that it most certainly won't end well for you."

He just smiled shakily and said. "Sure thing kid, nice and quiet I am. So just be careful with that knife."

"Well now that we have an understanding I figure I should explain a few things before we get to the deal I mentioned." I said as I looked into the mans eyes with a smile that probably terrified the guy.

"So I turned one a few days ago, but I've been really smart since I was born. I realized that if I relied on my drug addict parents to take care of me I was going to die. So I took care of myself and taught myself everything I know. I'm sure you know my mom seeing as she was the whore you were here for. Don't worry, I'm sure she has slept with everyone willing to give her so much as a nod at this point." I told the guy as he turned a little pale.

"In any case, when I turned one I decided that it was time to make some changes, so I went out and killed her and tossed her outside, kind of like what she did for my dad, only I didn't sleep with anyone afterwards for a couple bucks. Then I waited for when one of her usuals would come calling, and now here we are."

"So, uh, you killed her and threw her outside?" The guy chuckled nervously. "You do that thing a lot?"

"Nah, she's only the second person I've killed since I was born." I gave him a smile that caused him to shake in terror.

"So here's the deal, I made this new drug that will work wonders. I'm going to give it to you to give to your boss, and yes I can tell you are in a gang since the tattoo on your neck here." I said while patting the side of his neck with the knife and pulling out a syringe with an orange liquid in it. "Is an obvious tell. If I find out that you didn't give this to your boss and used it yourself or threw it away like some dumbass I will find out where you sleep and I will torture you to the point that they will be picking up pieces of you across the city for months. Do I make myself clear?" I asked him while glaring into his eyes.

"Yes sir." He squeaked out in terror.

"Good." I told him with a smile before raising the knife up high and slamming it next to his head cutting the wire next to him and causing him to drop to the floor. He had screamed like a girl and pissed himself. It was hilarious.

"That is gross, here is the drug, and remember what happens to you if you don't get this to your boss." I told the guy with a scrunched up nose. "Now get out of here before you stink up the house with your piss or I change my mind about using you as a delivery boy."

He ran out of the house with tears in his eyes as if he was being chased by the hounds of hell. He paused for only a second to look at the corpse he had walked past just a few minutes beforehand and puked to the side once he saw it really was the woman he was here to see and solidifying the terror in him that I had indeed killed her and done what I had said I did. More than likely he thought that I would follow through on my threats to him as well since he ran even faster after that.

I sat down in my chair and pulled out a book that had been left lying in the corner of the room to read as I waited for him and his boss to return.

Three hours later a large guy with scars and tattoos showed up with ten other guys. He told the others to stay outside while him and one other guy walked up to the house and entered. The guy I had sent to give him my drug was nowhere to be seen and if I had to guess he was probably dead in a street somewhere.

The two men stopped walking once they reached the door and I heard some whispering from the other side. After a couple of seconds of silence the door was kicked open and the skinnier guy came in through the door while holding a handgun and looked around the room only to freeze when he didn't see anyone.

"Hi." I called out from my seat next to the doorway.

"What?" He said as he turned his head around to look at me.

I just smiled before pulling on a string and causing a pile of knives to fall from the roof and impale the guy. He let out a shriek in pain before a knife went into his head.

I calmly walked over to the guy and bent down to pick up his gun. I then turned around and went back to my chair and picked my book back up to start reading again.

"I figured you wanted to talk about my drug." I called out calmly. "You're opening offer is a little lacking, now if you would come out from inside the hallway and have a decent conversation we can perhaps go from there."

I looked up as the big guy from earlier slowly entered into the room while keeping his eyes on me. He took a quick look at the other guy before looking back at me with a hard expression.

"That was one of my friends that I have had since childhood." He told me with a pained voice.

"You sent him in here waving a gun around, what did you expect would happen?" I asked him.

"Well I didn't expect for some brat to kill him if that's what you are saying." He growled out.

"No, you were expecting him to scare me into giving up the formula for my drug and then you were going to probably shoot me so that I wouldn't be able to tell anyone else about how to make it. Unfortunately for you I had already planned for this and I am certainly not someone that you should try to threaten since I will most definitely not let someone who puts a gun in my face live." I told him with a glare.

He pulled out a gun from the back of his pants only to freeze as I let the book fall to the ground to reveal the gun I had grabbed earlier pointed at his chest.

"I would advise you drop your gun and kick it away, I'm sure I have already made it very clear how I feel about threats and what happens to people who point guns at me." I told him as I motioned with my gun.

He glared at me before dropping his gun and kicking it into the corner of the room.

"Now lets talk business." I said with a smile as I sat there watching him. "I have made the drug that you are obviously here for and I am the only one who knows how to make it. I want you and your crew to work for me."

"We already have a backer, not even some smart ass brat like you can touch him." He said with a grin. "He won't be happy to find out that someone is trying to edge in on him and his profits."

"Ah yes, you're talking about the rich guy who backs your gang and makes sure the police down here look the other way when they see you doing less than legal things. I'm not worried about it since I'm sure he will be more than interested in the profits I can produce for him. If I asked him to I'm sure he would be more than willing to find a new head for your gang if I felt there was some sort of grudge between us." I told him with a smile as he turned pale.

"I'm sure you can understand that the rich don't really give a single shit about any of us and would be more than obliging to remove things that get in the way of them making more profits."

His eye started twitching as he started to sweat. He knew that I was right and that if somehow word got back to his backer that he caused him to lose a source of money he would be the one in the street dead.

I decided to put the nail in the coffin for him and any revenge plans he had. "If for example I were to be tortured now for the information on how to make the drug I would of course give you false information before I died just to fuck you over since I'm sure that there is other members in your gang who would be more than glad to sell you out to your backer for the chance to take over when you died."

"I, I understand. What did you have in mind?" He asked with gritted teeth.

"I want your guys to get me whatever I want and set up an account for me. You can use the funds from this batch of drugs." I slid a trash bag full of syringes with orange liquid in them over to him. "I will take a 40% cut of the profits. I'm sure you're backer will be asking for 40% for his cut, and the rest will be your gangs cut for just doing the leg work. If you have any problems with the police than your backer will deal with it and if you have any problems with other gangs you can always talk to me about it and I'll come up with a plan."

"Here's the list of things I need you to get me, also take the stiff with you." I waved him off after tossing a paper on top of the trash bag. "You can leave your gun." I told him as he made to move towards his gun.

"Yes sir." He all but growled out before picking up the corpse of his friend and walking back out of the house.

There was some shouting from outside that was quickly stopped and a few seconds later two guys came in and grabbed the bag and the slip of paper. They didn't dare to meet my eyes and just bowed a bit before heading back outside.

Later that day the same two guys from earlier came with a truck full of the things I had asked them to buy and unloaded it into the hall.

"Thanks for all the hard work boys." I called out cheerily and causing them to flinch. "Is that everything on my list?"

"Yes sir." They both said while avoiding looking at me.

"That will be all then." I told them with a smile. "I'll give your boss a call if I need anything else."

They just bowed again before turning around and running back to the truck and leaving.