Teen Assassin

Scarlett's story

Unlike my friends I was born into this life. My family has ran Cardinals since the beginning. You could consider us the mafia of all mafias. We have bases located all around the world and we practically control everything that has every made history.

Being born into it meant that at young age while everyone else was clinging onto their parents begging them to pick them up, I was clinging onto my life begging my mom to let me go home.

I was born with a loving mother, Sky, and father, Mike. My mother kept me close to her and showered me with love. My father did the same. My father was a police chief while my mother was a model, and the co-ceo of Rin industries. She worked with my uncle Jerry, the ceo. The company was just a cover up for all the illegal activity taking place.

I later learned that until my brother, Sabien, was born, my father knew nothing of my mothers secret life.

At age 4 my brother was born and everything seemed okay. Until a year later when my father discovered who my mother truly was. He left her saying that he should turn her in, but because he loved her he said he would turn a blind eye and act like they never met. It tore my mother apart. Clinging onto the emotions she held for my father she began to adore my brother even more. My brother looked more like our father, while I looked more like our mother. My mother would look at him and always see my father, which was why she loved him so much and soon pushed me to the side.

Not to long after my father left my mother began to drink her feelings away. And in the process of her drowning out her feelings she sent me away. She told me that it was time I grew up and learned about the family business.

Only being 5 I didn't say anything to go against her. That night I was taken away my three men who sedated me and threw me in the back of their van.

I had woken up in a plain white room, wearing plain white clothes. From then on I experienced hell. Because my family ran the business I was expected to be the best out of all their assassins. I trained for hours on end until I was in too much pain to even breathe.

I would cry every night begging to be brought home. I was barely allowed to drink and it became a daily thing to be dragged to the black room.

The black room was where torture happened. I was supposed to learn to deal with pain and they did that by almost killing me.

After a year of hell I was sent back to my mother. My mother was still very distant from me and began to leave me with my brother when she had work. In her eyes I was able to defend both us just fine.

After work my mother would come home and hug my brother. She would then make him food, wash him, and lay him down for bed. She would sometimes come home with gifts for him. Then she would turn to me and say "sorry I couldn't find anything I thought you would like" and I would smile and tell her it's okay.

I didn't care about the gifts, I was just happy that I got to be back home. At the age of 9 my mom had left one day for a work trip. Me and my brother were home alone and someone knocked on the door. My little self opened the door assuming it was someone I knew. Unfortunately it was someone I didn't know.

Before I could react he had grabbed me and men rushed into our house and grabbed my brother. I begged them to let him go and to only take me, but they didn't listen.

That night we were brought to warehouse while the men waited for ransom money. I tried to get me and my brother out of the situation, but I was young and didn't know when to just sit and shut up. My naiveness had gotten my baby brother a bullet in his head.

I remember the feeling of dread. When my mother had got there he was already dead. The funeral was held a week later and my mother refused me from looking at his body or even going near it. After they buried him she walked up to me and slapped me. Her long nails scratched my fragile skin. Before I could process what happened her hand had landed on my other cheek. Her nails again scratching me.

I had a busted lip and two scratched cheeks. "You're a failure! You had one job! To protect him and you couldn't! I hate you! I hate everything about you!" She had screamed.

I had smiled at her and said "but mother, I'm just like you."

I think that had struck a nerve in her because she lunged at me. Her fist balled as she hit me repeatedly and no one dared to stop her. She continued hitting me yelling that she hated me.

The next day I was dragged away again and thrown back into the white room. This time I was strapped down with doctors around. I was to become the test subject for project x. They had injected me with some type of substance and that's the reason I have these strange powers. These powers that constantly eat at me and cause me to struggle with holding my humanity.

Another year of torture passed again. This time whenever I displayed any since of weakness I was beaten. If I cried from the pain I would be beaten again. This went on until I learned to hide my emotions and my pain. I learned to be a doll that follows commands without a second thought. Eventually I was sent back home. I remember entering the door and my mother ran to me with tears in her eyes.

I don't know what happened in the year I was gone. But whatever happened causes my mother to hug me and tell me "I love you. You're such a good daughter." All I did was smile and her and say yes mother.

She didn't find me a good daughter, and she didn't love me. She loved the perfect soldier I became, she found me to be a good assassin. But that's okay, because I will continue to be my mothers good daughter.