Shattered Mind

Chapter 1- Don't Touch My Ice Cream

I sat in the restaurant, eating a nice ice cream sundae, watching my next target.  A man with brown hair and thick sideburns, about 25 years old. Probably a business man, wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase.  The skull signalling that I had to kill him flashed over his face. Why I had to kill him I didn't know, I just knew he was my target.

I didn't like killing people, but it seemed to be the only thing I could do, and the only thing that seemed to give me any feeling.  But he could wait, I thought as I looked down to where my ice cream had been sitting a minute ago, but it was gone. The waiter was heading into the kitchen with my ice cream.  Nobody, and I mean nobody, gets to touch my ice cream, and live to tell the tale.

“Hey!” I yelled, chasing after the waiter, “I wasn't done with that!”

“Too late,” he shrugged, tossing it into the trash, all of that delicious coldness gone to waste.  It was true evil to destroy such an otherworldly treat. Glaring, I reached into my pocket, grabbing the first object I felt.

Holding the fork up to his neck I growled, “You touch my ice cream, I kill you.”

Looking scared, the boy held up his hands, promising to get me a new sundae, and for free.

Nevertheless, I glared at him as I returned to my seat.  People were giving me strange looks, but I didn't really care. They all think I'm insane anyways, stuck killing for the man who stole me as a child.  The waiter brought me the food, apologizing profusely.

I smiled as I took the first bite.  Staring out the window I watched the gray rainy sky and the people passing.  I let my mind drift as the masses of black, white, and red umbrellas passed by.  Rain hit the window as it got heavier, and my head began to pound as I remembered this noise.

Rain hit the window. Twelve year old me sat, terrified in the plain white room with only a metal bed and tables of equipment.  Doctors and nurses held me down, trying to restrain me to the bed, and I screamed, drowning out the sound of the pounding rain hitting the window-

I jolted back into reality. That was my last memory from before the brain wipe.  Rain always sent me back, haunted my nightmares, and I hated it. I didn't ask to be thrown into this life, but I knew there was no escape, so I did the only thing I could to survive. I complied, following every order to become the perfect soldier, a killing machine, the human weapon.  The ability to turn anything into a weapon didn't really help my situation either.

I finished my ice cream and dabbed my face with a napkin.  I had to start the kill soon, or Master would be mad at me again.  If I ever hesitated, the shocker in my neck would go off, which really hurt, and Master would threaten me like last time.  If you disobey again, I will go back into your brain, and start you fresh, he had yelled, after slapping me, when my target somehow survived my attack.

I quickly paid for my food, and looked to the table where my target had been sitting, but the table was empty.  I ran outside, looking for the tell tale sign of the skull marking him, and saw it flashing about a block away. I couldn't let him get away, not with the consequences, so I took off running after him.