Waiting For My Death

Why it suck to be a part of the WKM

  Hey before you start reading I wanted to say. Thanks for reading my book and please be honest about it please I rader hate than lies. And I will also be using emojis sometimes to express emotion of the chachter.

Hello, my name is Niko, and I'm a part of a group called WKM (We Kill Monster).
In this group, we kill anything our masters tell us to kill basically.
And if you want to join, all you need is to be part of a superhuman race called Zendatal.
You now need one other thing. Before you are born, your mother needs to get kidnapped by the WKM, and then get pregnant with you. And then she needs to take a drug called the "OK Pill," which will give you superpowers. And then she dies after giving birth to you. And then we are trained to be monster killers. Yah, pretty cool, right 😁.

Now anyways, I started getting my powers at the age of 8.
So basically, I was training with my master "Master K" on the grassy plain. So he told me to punch him as hard as I can in his chest. So I did, and my fist was right through him. I then looked up at his face, and he started vomiting blood on me. I then pulled out my hand, shocked. And he then fell on the ground with a big hole in his back. I looked at him and said, "He's dead 😟, OMG, YESSS! 😆".
You have no idea how happy I was I killed my second master.

BOOM! I was shot in the head and fell on the ground.
And then a group of men wearing blue uniforms grabbed my legs and started dragging me on the ground to be punished.

6 years later

It’s been six years. There I was, being carried in a wheelbarrow.
I was basically a cripple. They then put me in a cold concrete cell.
But not to worry — because I'm a Zendatal, bones are pretty easy to heal.
After a week, I was fully healed. But my mind will never be healed.

Ok, anyways, after that experience, I was pretty much traumatized.

But no more need for training now — because I lived through the hardest punishment ever known to man, with an 80% death rate.
And I am now 14.

And I will never, ever use my powers again.

A couple weeks later, while I was sitting and talking to my friends Stage and Rocky (they’re pebbles),
I think to myself — why am I in a cell in the first place?
So I get up and ask the guard:
"Hey..."

I then got my ass beat, so I didn’t ask again.

And night came, and I went to sleep on the concrete.

Then I woke up and saw someone standing he has light brown skin and have long black hair.

Me: "Hi? And you are?"
Him: "My name is Femingo."
Me: "What kind of name is that? And why are you here?"
Femingo: "I'm here because I was forced to be here 🥲."
Me: "Ok, cool."
Femingo: "So how does one get a bed here?"
Me: "I have no idea what a bed is."

Tbh, I had no idea why he was here — and I didn’t really care.