Since I was about thirteen I was told I didn't have a heart.
"Your heart is a program," he said "You don't have feelings, you have upgrades. Upgrades come and go. And some you earn and some you don't. Some will not even be given to you for...reasons."
"Why does my heart have to be programmed? Why can't I have a heart like every other human."
"Because you're not human!" he yelled.
"So what am I? A vampire? Werewolf?" He laughed.
"Those creatures do exist, but you are something very rare. A person like you is called a Trickster." My mind was tangled in thoughts. I've heard of mythical creatures, paranormal beings, and supernatural stories, but what in hell is a trickster?
"Care to explain?"
"A trickster, is an immortal god who plays tricks or disobeys the current rules. You are also able to shape into many things. Making things pop out of thin air is my favorite of all the things you can do."
"Gosh I sound scary!" I said sarcastically. Tyson shot me fumed eyes. If anger weren't abstract I'd bet I could see smoke come out his nose.
"Actually you are very scary. Do you know why? Because not only can you do those things, but one of the things you tricksters like to do most is kill." I almost felt like my heart stopped, and I felt as though I were about to burst out into tears. I'd never killed a person before, and in my thirteen years of living I would like to keep it that way.
"So, what exactly do you expect from me?"
"Don't act stupid! You know exactly what I want you to do. You aren't only going to scare people in many ways, but you are now my hit man.. or hit woman sort to speak. And the best things is you see you're heart only has four emotions in it right now that you are allowed to use. sadness, scared, rage, and ....happy. But I think there's about to be three." Tyson's red eyes deepened into mine. They were so painful and so eerie, but before I could even move my legs caved and I fell to the floor.
I lie down on the bed of the small apartment in downtown New Orleans. Tired and beat. Several scars from the previous years covered my arms and legs and so on. My life hasn't been regular since I was a regular thirteen year old human. I've never been to school since then, so Tyson always considered my as street smart, which I wasn't too proud of. My heart, still programmed not running like I wish it could, still had upgrades, but maybe more this time. I actually have all of them except for one. Love. He said he would give it to me someday. I smiled to myself, and got ready to see what Tyson had in store for me today.
Tyson was my master. I couldn't get out of his trans. Along time ago I asked him, "What happens if I don't listen to you?" He starred at me an his eyes changed colors from purple, to green, to red.
"Bad things start to happen, starting with your family." When he said those words I knew I had to always listen to him no matter how much I didn't want to. I know what your thinking. "Why haven't you killed him yet?" Trust me, I've tried. But you see, he's the one who taught me everything I know, well some of it. Some knowledge came from the friends I've made. Don't get me wrong, I can still have friends, but I cannot love them. Which hurt me the most.
I finally decided to get out of bed and start getting ready. I walked into my little bathroom and peered in the oversized mirror. My black hair was in a ponytail leading all the way down to my back almost to my waist. My bright purple eyes shimmered in my reflection, not really knowing if that's how they looked. I scanned my face looking for any minor damage. Only a few scratches and a couple bruises from last night's kill. Stupid ass werewolf. Just as I was about to reach for my clothes my cell rang.
"Rain," I said letting them know it was me.
"Come down. Now," Tyson demanded. Before I could even protest he hung up the phone. What an ass. I quickly out my working uniform on, which consisted of a black tank top, a pair of black jeans, and some flat black boots. I had to carry a bag to work that was filled with guns, bullets, a cross belt, and two Egyptian daggers.
I was walking out of my apartment when I saw a car waiting for me outside, but I didn't bother to look. I put on my dark shades and started walking to Tyson's place.
"Ms.Adams? Ms.Adams!" the voice yelled. Why can't people just leave my the hell alone. I took off my shades and walked to the car to where my head was in the window. I knew who this guy was and he was only going to be alive for about one more minute.