my dads an assasin, gee, you picked a great job dad!

my dads an assasin, gee, you picked a great job dad! 19

Some prince from some country who's name I couldn't prounounce showed up. He challenged me to a duel. We tied. Neither one of us could go any longer. There was cheering from a lot of the other countries, The King and Queen of that place just watched me coldly, thier faces not giving away anything. I bowed to them and thanked the Prince for granting me the 'honor' of this match. I knew that all the other people were sizing him up, analyzing if they could use him as a pawn, or if he would be one of the peices that could actually think for themselves. Some people you could trick easily, and some people would put up a fight for thier own freedom. So which kind o person was this prince?

I drank champange that would cost a fortune per bottle, i ate little sandwiches tha were only a few inches long and were only deemed well enough for the pallets of Royalty, I wore cothing so soft that it shamed silk, made satin look like some kind of joke, and made cottom ashamed to be called 'fabric' among them.

Some forgein diplomat had the gal to ask me what it was like to be an assasin.This man had guts, i'll give him that much. Not many people dared ask this question to an Assasn, who knew if the Assasin you were talking to right now was the one that would be paid to kill you later? You could never tell with an Assasin.

"I'm still in training, i have yet to graduate from all three of the most prestegious Academies for Assasins." I said sweetly.

"Three?" The man said, raising one eyebrow.

"I change my name every time we move to protect my Identity, so I got to go to two of them, I'll be going to the third in a few months." I said it with the most serious face I could manage.

There was laughter. Among royalty, assasins were just peices on a chessboard. But we weren't pawns, they told us who to kill, who to interogate, who to sabotage, they paied us behind closed doors, but they all knew that the assasin they were paying for this job could just as easily turn around and be paid by thier enemies to kill them, so they tried to make thier deals the best, make us want to stay in thier service.

I knew that they were all watching me, they all knew about my father, they all knew that as of now, he was still the best one out there. I knew they were wondering how well I was. How skilled I was in the art of quick and quiet murders, and which one of them would be my next target, who I would be assigned to kill next, what I would report back to my father, who our next targets would be.

They all looked into the deep blue abyss that were my eyes. Dead and uncaring. My black hair framed my face. There was nothing holdng my hair back, I'd choosen to let it billow freely around my face. Masquerading it. Hiding my true intentions, my loyalties, and who i was going to end next. Keeping all that was going on inside my head hidden, behind the perfect mask. A mask that gave nothing away. A mask that had no cracks, and if it did have cracks, none had been seen by these people. None would ever be seen by these people.The face of a killer.

I smiled, I talked, I laughed, I ate. I did it all perfectly. I played this game well. My dad had raised me well, he'd prepared me for survival here, in the world of an Assasin.

There were a few sparing matches that I participated in, I enjoyed myself, I will admit that.

The food was served. Enough food to feed the whole world three course meals for a few centuries, yet these people chose to ignore Africa, and all the other places where people were starving and dying from hunger daily, and yet these people took specail drinks in little discreet cups to make thier bodies heave up the food, only so that they could take in more food. Dispicable. I hated these people. These people who thought that the world revolved around them, that no one else mattered. I was never going to forget what I saw here. I was going to keep these imges in my mind so that I could freely slaughter them witout remorse when the time came. These people who thought that the world only existed for them. I wonered if they thought that people appeared and dissapered depending on where they walked, where they entered, and where they walked out of. I almot wanted to kill them now. I was going to be able to kill them witout remorse, they deserved it.

There was dancing. There was singing in about fifty languages. There were bands that came to play, singers, minsterols, Mariachi, African music, Colombian music, and music from I don't know where.

This happened every day for these people, while people in Africa didn't even have clean water to drink.

You people wonder how I can justify cold blooded murder? Well look at the people here, look at whats happening while the children are dying of hunger. And you people call us, the Assasins, the cold blooded killers, you all seem to forget that they are the ones that pay us and tell us who to kill, pay so that we can learn forgein languages, pay and fund secret Academies so that we can train, and we, the Assains, are the monsters. We, the Assasins, are the cold blooded demons. Its all our fault. I wonder who it is that pays us to kill the people. I wonder who-oh yea! wait a minute! Its you guys! you people dancing and eating and going around thinking that the world revolved around you. Its you people. Its you people that are killing yourselves off. Someone kills your brother, so you pay someone t kill the other persons brother, and the bloodshed continues in an endless cycle. Killing, killing, and more kiliing.

And you say that I'm the monster.

Then again, everything depends on how you look at it, doesn't it? Sometimes I wonder what normal people think of us, when they see us featured in all kinds of actions movies. But what they don't know, is that this isn't a game. There's no actor pretending to be me. No script. No safety. If someone kills you, thats it. Its the end of the road for you. Dead. No one comes back from the dead-okay, aside from Jack Sparrow-and death is a game, but are you ready to gamble your life away? Did you carefully read all the rules of the game? Do you know how to cheat? Who to trust, who to fool, who to kill, who to spare, who to betray, and who to conspire with?

Can you play the game that I call every-day life? Are you able to make your whole life a lie? Because thats all it is. You neve existed. When you die, the Goverment wipes out every trace of you, then again, all your life you went around changing names, moving from place to place, never really making any ties to that one place, so did you ever even have a life to beging with? When all you ever do is kill and kill, do you even have a right to life? Isn't your death justice in the eyes of the people that you killed and of the families that you've shattered? What is there to live for when your an assasin? Are you even living? Is there any forgivness for people like me? If you knew who I was, would you hate me becaue of the job that was picked for me befoe I was even born? Becase the only choice I have is kill or be silenced myself. But would you still hate me for just staying alive?