Chapter 1
I was 11 when my parents died. 13 when I was recruited. 15 when I first killed someone. 18 before I was considered an actual assassin. And 20 when I was considered a monster. I knew that all of It was true because as of now I was wiping a shit ton of blood off of my knife. I had just murdered General Calvin Gardner, he lead the armies at the end of war 1. He was, like me, A highly trained assassin. He knew too much and was helping the queen. So I decided to eliminate him. Before I left I checked the house. anything of value might make a lot of money on the market. I went upstairs to find a noise coming from a closet. I got out my gun and Opened the closet. A little boy around the age of 4 was in there. clutching a small stuffed rabbit to his chest. He was also holding a small knife. He was a smart kid I'll give him that. "what's your name?" I asked softly. I didn't kill kids. Or hurt them. "Ethan," he replied. "Well, Ethan how would you like to go on an adventure?" I had friends who worked with kids. I had them find foster homes and had them make sure the kid never said anything about what they saw. "My daddy said that I shouldn't trust strangers." Well in that case I was now royally fucked. The kid probably knew who I was. I quickly dialed my friend sienna's number. "what the fuck do you want?" Sienna asked when she picked up the phone. "I have a kid here who knows everything."
