Killer's Love Story

flash backs

The day my mother died, a man with a black suit and glasses on came up to the corner I was crawled in watching my mother's soulless body get lowered to the ground and told me that my mother was a serial killer and those who killed her were seeking revenge. Then I was told to choose. To get my revenge or die alone in this world. I was only ten. I had no choice but to go with them. There, it was better than our house. The house where my mother, Sarah, lived alone. My mother always told me that she would let me meet my father someday. I don't think that day would come anytime soon. Here in the camp, all you see is violence. There's no place for mercy. The first thing they taught us was how to be heartless. They used all their might to fill our tiny souls with hatred. I woke up in the morning, took ice cold showers and went out training with the squad. We were fed meat every day. I loved that about the camp. We were not allowed to sit and talk to each other. If two trainees fought, they would just watch them until one of them finally gives up. Sometimes the fights end fast. Some other times, blood would be shed. I remember this one time I woke up to a loud voice of gunshots. By the time I was up, a kid was lying on the ground with a gun and another was standing with a gun pointed down. I was petrified. A huge guy came running in. He taught us how to live with dead souls. He took the kid with a gun out and the next thing we all knew the guy was promoted to a senior.

March 5 that day has been on my mind for as long as I can remember. I loved the gifts my mother bought me on the day. My birthday. She'd play and run around with me all day. I always long for that day but all that changed when I turned 14 and the captain gave me my last duty in the camp. He took me out for a stroll and he pointed out a random man. "who's that?" I asked confused. The only thing on my mind was how I was going to graduate in a little while. Captain pulled a shot gun and waited for me to take it. "'make it fast. make it past. move on' your mother, agent Sarah always said those words to everyone who was facing a hard time. That man took her from us" I have been trained for four years to kill but not once did I think I actually had to do it. it was almost sunset and the birds started getting in their nests. That's when I remembered my mom's bright smile. I heard her lullaby. I felt her soft warm hands slowly wiping through my hair. My eyes filled with tears when her phrase rang in every corner of my head "make it fast. make it past. move on" and without even realizing it, I grabbed the gun and pulled the trigger at the man who took my mother. I heard loud screams and saw people scatter. I saw a blood thirsty smile creep on captain's face. I threw the gun along with my grey coat in the trees and we walked out with the crowd as though nothing happened. I knew the police wouldn't be able to track us with the guns since there was no serial number or finger prints on it. The camp hands out special reedy transparent gloves we should be wearing all the time. I felt that I finally got my revenge. I wasn't even sure that was my mother's killer but my 14 years old sure got the satisfaction of being the family protector. That's how I started my life. By finishing others'. All of my childhood was now done for good. I was completely heartless yet the one thing I couldn't forget and did not want to forget was my mother's lullaby