The Assassin

Vengeance can be a controlling emotion. It can distort reality and change it the way you want to see it.

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2. Prologue

The red burning flames took hold of my small white house. The screams echoed through the piercing cold air. I was so scared I begin to shake. I feel paralyzed. How could someone do this? Why would someone do this?

“Mom? Dad? Where are you?” I manage to say as the smoke filled my small lungs.

“Scarlett run!” My mom yelled. I see my mom and a figure behind her. It was a figure I wasn’t familiar with.

“Mom, behind you!”  She quickly turned around and then let out a yelp. Blood dripped from her throat as her body fell to the cold wooden floor. I now saw the figure- a tall, muscular man, with chestnut colored hair and eyes. He wiped the blood off that covered the blade; laughing as he does. He stared at me with his big, terrifying eyes.  I took a deep breath waiting for my short life to a quick end.

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