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I was now a perfect killing machine. I killed whoever I wanted and whoever my mentor wanted without question. I was now an assassin and stalker. I did this regularly and it was funner than getting killed myself. I had been doing this for a few years now. I lost track of how long, my days have blurred together in my mind. Was today the 12th or yesterday? I have forgotten and put such matters to the back of my mind. I do know that I am 13. I am officially a teen. I am doing another job for my mentor, I’m excited I want to know who! I don’t kill children or complete innocent people.

“He’ll probably be at a bar. Jack is his name answers to it and only it. Find him, kill him and the reward will be great.” He said and I obeyed. I found a bar in a small village far off from where I was. If I was going to do anything I was going to have to get in. I hated looking trampy yet I did it. I pulled my grey T-shirt up to the beginning of my rib cage and my torn work jeans already worked. I could have easily knocked the guard to the bar unconscious but I had to save my strength. It was a normal bar, full of drunk thugs and punks.

I fit right in to the crowd, but I felt it appropriate to act like the old me. I hoped up on the bar tender’s long table thing and slid down knocking over drinks of god knows what as I went. I stopped at the end and grabbed a bottle and drunk. I threw the bottle behind me and howled “I AM BACK IN TOWN!” I spun around and walked back down. And threw the bar tender into the wall. “What do ya know about a man named Jack?” I asked making sure it sounded especially insane. “I’m Jack why do ya want me?” He asked his accent voice think. It was him alright. “Is this about that poker game? Look you can tell Tommy that I’m sorry a-“ I cut the dude off.

“My mentor sends his regards.” I hissed in his ear and snapped his neck strutting to the door of the place. “You all are a bunch of drunk lunatics, get a job.” I yelled and slammed the door. I was mildly drunk, whatever the heck had been in that bottle was some strong stuff. The world spun around me and I stumbled home. Yes, home my mentors place was now home. I went back and fell asleep in the rafters. Sleeping off the stuff I had drank.

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I was now a perfect killing machine. I killed whoever I wanted and whoever my mentor wanted without question. I was now an assassin and stalker. I did this regularly and it was funner than getting killed myself. I had been doing this for a few years now. I lost track of how long, my days have blurred together in my mind. Was today the 12th or yesterday? I have forgotten and put such matters to the back of my mind. I do know that I am 13. I am officially a teen. I am doing another job for my mentor, I’m excited I want to know who! I don’t kill children or complete innocent people.

“He’ll probably be at a bar. Jack is his name answers to it and only it. Find him, kill him and the reward will be great.” He said and I obeyed. I found a bar in a small village far off from where I was. If I was going to do anything I was going to have to get in. I hated looking trampy yet I did it. I pulled my grey T-shirt up to the beginning of my rib cage and my torn work jeans already worked. I could have easily knocked the guard to the bar unconscious but I had to save my strength. It was a normal bar, full of drunk thugs and punks.

I fit right in to the crowd, but I felt it appropriate to act like the old me. I hoped up on the bar tender’s long table thing and slid down knocking over drinks of god knows what as I went. I stopped at the end and grabbed a bottle and drunk. I threw the bottle behind me and howled “I AM BACK IN TOWN!” I spun around and walked back down. And threw the bar tender into the wall. “What do ya know about a man named Jack?” I asked making sure it sounded especially insane. “I’m Jack why do ya want me?” He asked his accent voice think. It was him alright. “Is this about that poker game? Look you can tell Tommy that I’m sorry a-“ I cut the dude off.

“My mentor sends his regards.” I hissed in his ear and snapped his neck strutting to the door of the place. “You all are a bunch of drunk lunatics, get a job.” I yelled and slammed the door. I was mildly drunk, whatever the heck had been in that bottle was some strong stuff. The world spun around me and I stumbled home. Yes, home my mentors place was now home. I went back and fell asleep in the rafters. Sleeping off the stuff I had drank.