The Creation of a Hitman

Chapter 1 - The Past and The Present

As the lights in the orphanage where switched off, announcing the beginning of night, a young boy was getting all his things packed for the morning that was soon to come.

    The boys name was Alfred, more specifically Alfred F Jones. He had bright blue eyes that matched with his messy blonde hair perfectly, a singular cowlick stood up, out of his hair complimenting his facial features. He wore rectangular glasses which where technically broken at this point with how he had treated them. When he smiled small dimples would appear making him look adorable.
 
      Today was the day he had been chosen to be adopted. His new father would arrive tomorrow at 8am sharp to take him home, and god, did it excite him.

    His new found father was called Arthur Kirkland. Arthur had been looking for a son for a good 6 years but non of them seemed good enough for what he would put them through. Now, some might say that what Arthur would put his new son through was traumatic, but what Alfred had already seen was far worse.

5 Years Earlier

   Alfred stood staring at the corpses of his now dead parents, his pupils where contracted to a tiny speck, he was terrified but to his luck the murderer had already fled the scene. Blood was painted all over the walls portraying a scene one could only imagine. Alfred had witnessed the whole thing, when he was just 5 years old. He had been told to hide under a table while he watched his parents be slaughtered like animals.

    The reason for their deaths? They had been in a large business and all the murderer wanted was the money that the couple's company produced.

      Ever since that day Alfred had not slept right, his mind would not let go of the image of his mother and father soaked in each other's blood. It was difficult to let go of, Alfred knew that but he swore to himself that one day he would find the killer and make him suffer the same.