I never used to think that I would be one of those loving people who would kill for someone, but yet here I am pointing a gun at someone I once had hope of loving. Maybe I should have never accepted this job, maybe I could have done something differently. What I do know is that I’m sorry. For the first time in my miserable life, I am truly sorry.
But I suppose I should probably tell you how I got here because I promise I was once someone normal. Well as normal as you can get for being a teenage assassin. I’m assuming you might have just got that look in your eyes, y’know the one I’m talking about. The, “this is that kind of story,” well it is, but it isn’t. So let’s go back about twenty years, to when I was born.
You see, I was born into the Red Moon Assassin Agency. It wasn’t necessarily my choice to become an actual member but, things happen. When I was first born my dad was furious I was not a male species, to take over Red Moon. Eventually my mom promised him another child and she swore it would be a boy, and he did get a male child. Five years later my mother had actually had twins, one boy, Kayson and one girl, Kendall, and then there’s me, Karter. Now you might have guessed we all have a more male dominant name --thanks to my father-- because he wanted all male children. When I turned nine the beatings started, my mom had tried to get my father to stop but all he did was threaten her. I was able to take it and that alone ticked him off. Eventually he gave up on me and went after my youngest sibling, Kendall. By this time I had learned to fight back, and the first time he even tried to hit her, he was laying on the floor unconscious. Of course Kendall started crying and crying, so I had to put her in her and Kayson’s room, and tell Kayson to stay with her. When I turned 15, Kayson and Kendall, 10, our mother had fallen ill, and died about 2 months later after she was diagnosed with Leukemia. After she died my father had gotten himself deep into the criminal world, even worse than Red Moon. One night my father had agreed to go to a business meeting with who he thought was his best friend, stabbed, killing him. So we had to move. My father’s brother had reached out to me, saying we could come live with him. I was reluctant to go, especially with Kayson and Kendall, because our uncle was the new leader of Red Moon. Which made me the new heiress.
Red Moon had to now relocate to Minnesota, where most of our resources were. When we got to our new house --well mansion-- our uncle showed us to our rooms, mine of course being the biggest, which was a good thing because Kayson and Kendall wouldn’t sleep in their own rooms for weeks.
-----Skip ahead 1 week-----
It was now the first day of training for my soon to be “gang” we’ll call it. It is currently only 10p.m. and training didn’t start until 2a.m. I know it’s crazy right? But those are the rules from Uncle Kale. Trust me when I say there will be no more “K” names in this bloodline. Since I didn’t have anything to do until training I decided to go to the Out of this World Bar. Now I know it might not seem smart to go to a bar four hours before hard core training. My plan wasn’t to drink, but to be able to at least dress up in something that makes me feel good.