Chapter 1
I don’t know how I could be so stupid, I knew the rules I grew up there and yet, now I won’t be the only person killed if he finds us. I don’t know why my parents wanted to enter this lifestyle maybe they were forced to as well, not that I will ever found out I was 4 when they died. I was 5 when they brought me there- that was 13 years ago…
I immediately learned the rules of the compound and knew that one misstep would ultimately cost me my life. The rules were simple succeed and get rewarded, fail and get punished and I had the scars to prove that this was no joke. The only other rule that echoed throughout the halls of the compound no relationships with the other trainees. However, me and Ryan developed a friendship despite this. It was by far the most dangerous thing we ever embarked on in the bunker.It was every man for themselves and everyone was the enemy- well everyone except Ryan. We drove each other to improve and were a comfort when we failed. Every trainee was forced into grueling days training designed to turn us into agents “they needed” despite the fact we were still kids. Every morning we were woken up at 4 am and would train until after dark, sometimes after midnight, with two meal breaks in between. During these excruciating, long days we learned how to shoot, hand-to-hand combat, how to throw a knife, battle tactics, computer sciences and more “useful skills for an agent.” Ryan was top of our class with ease and had been in the home the longest yet the Head was never impressed by him always wanting more, demanding more and Ryan did so without complaint. I struggled tremendously to achieve a satisfactory level on any of the skills they attempted to teach me besides the intelligence aspect and yet the Head always had this infatuation with me and it scared me more than any lesson they ever taught us.
I never wanted to be a monster but that was what they wanted, to destroy any innocence, any mercy that was engraved in us and turn us into obedient, deadly agents. I stabbed my first victim at age 5 and was stabbed for the first time at age 6, I shot my first gun at age 6 and was shot for the first time age 7, I tortured my first victim at age 7 and was tortured everyday from the moment I stepped into the building. I still managed to climb to the top of the ranks. Each month we had to go to a tiled room to get a health evaluation and injections of this blue goo to further our development and quicken all the processes. Once someone turned 18 though, they were never seen or heard from again. I was on the younger end of my class and I saw everyone leave but, Ryan was the first and hardest good-bye but what I didn't know at the time is that he left me with something that could get us both killed and enrage the Head more than I ever though possible
