My story

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So as you know I've done some.... How should I say 'bad' things in my 17 year of living.

You don't know the half of it.

So I was abused/Well bullied for 16 years of my life. I was never the brains of any operation. Either the badass or the Lure.

I wasnt exactly the best when I was taken in by my new family. A high class Assasin. Get the job done and get out, that was the plan.

I never really hated alot. But oh did I hate him. Yes him. I hated him.

I sound like a hypocrite soo... let me set the score straight. If I cried.

I got beaten.

If I spoke.

I got slapped.

If I showed the slightest part of happines it would come crashing down on me. He had to ruin the parade.

I escaped such torture.

Just.

I was taken in by my real family. At least They treated me like it. An assasin organization. Yes. Assasins.

Well that was my job. No denying it. Like I said before. Just Breathe. Get the job done.

I was one to be scared of.

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