I never loved you. You're not worth it. You're ugly You don't deserve us. I should've ended it sooner. No one wants you here, I wish I succeeded in killing you, LEAVE! All these thoughts were firing in (Y/N)'s mind like bullets at rapid speed ricocheting of the walls. She was in the training room hitting a punching bag so hard that her hands were bleeding but she didn't stop. She kept going, listening to the thoughts in her head hitting the bag till there was blood everywhere.
"(Y/N) STOP!"
She stopped and turned around to see Steven standing there with a scared expression on his face.
"Look Steven, Leave Me Alone, I Know What I'm Doing, You Trained Me Remember."
"No (Y/N/N), I Might Have Trained You To Be An Assassin And To Push Your Limits, But I Never Trained You To Hurt Yourself And To Isolate Yourself From Everyone Who Cares For You."
"Haha Cares For Me, No Cares For Me."
She said that last part to herself so only she would hear it.
"(Y/N), I Care For You So Does Everyone Else Who Was In That Facility With You."
"I Don't What To Think About What Happed To Me In There Steven. The Memories Are Enough."
"Well If It Means Anything, You’re Still A Great Person."
(Y/N) smiles at that
"Thank you Steven."
He leaves and she uses her powers that she was born with, the facility tried to use them and expand them to use them to hurt people, another memory she doesn’t like to remember. The facility was called Cyrus, It was called that because of the man who started the program of training and torturing people while putting them through extreme battle exercises to create the ultimate opponent, or so called weapon.
They performed extreme torturing technique on (Y/N) but because of her powers she was very resistant to some of them, which meant she was put through more of them, more painful and very affective to get her to do what they wanted. Some of her powers are beyond belief. She can make fire form in her hands, endure immense amounts of pain, can make her skin radiate at dangerously cold temperatures and not to mention, she has amazing fighting skills.
She sets her hands on fire and throws them at a target then grabbed a bag and made her body turn cold till the bag was frozen, then she threw it up in the air, when it came back down she punched it , and the bag shattered into tiny little pieces, she does every obstacle in the training room then stops for once feeling happy with her outcome, until her therapist walks in.
"Good Morning, (Y/N)."
Shannara my therapist walks into the room all happy and cheery.
"If You Say So Shannara."
"Look (Y/N) I Know You Don't Like Our Little Chats But If You Told Me About Your Childhood, I Might Be Able To Help You With What You Went Through At Cyrus."
"It's Not That. It's Just I Didn't have Much Of A Childhood And What I Did Have Wasn't Very Pleasant. No One Knows Because I Have Never Told Anyone. It's Nothing Personal."
"I Know But It Might Help."
Shannara asked with the most hopefully look in her eyes but all (Y/N) did was snap at her.
"You Want To Know What Happened To Me Before My Parents Threw Me Out When I Was Eleven. I Was Beaten, Teased, Made Fun Of, Hated, Was Almost Killed, Wanted To Kill Myself Several Times In A Span Of Two Years, Thought Everyone Would Be Better Off If I Was Gone, That My Family Would Have Been Happier. I Never Had A Real Friend. Adults Would Never Help Me When I Was Hurt. I Was Told I Should Go And Kill Myself And That No One Wanted Me Here And That I Was Not Worth The Time Of Day. I Was Told That I Was Not Pretty, Smart, Funny Not Even Likable. Then I Was Thrown Out And Cyrus Agents Found Me And Told Me They Would Help Me But They Lied. I Was Twelve When I Had My First Kill And It Only Got Worse From There, I Was Trained And Taught How To Fight. I Was The Youngest Assassin They Had Once I Turned Sixteen, I Was The Best Assassin They Had And They Wanted To Take My Training Up A Notch So They Sent Me To Sreven And He Trained Me, That Was Also When They Started Torturing Me. Once I Turned Twenty I Was Top In Every Category. There Was No Room For Improvement But They Still Decided To Try New Techniques On Me. A Year Later Steven And I Had Enough And We Went On A Mission Together With Others Who Wanted To Leave Then Faked Our Deaths. Cyrus Believes We Are All Dead So Now Here We Are In This Training Room, You With Your Clipboard And A Little Bag And Me In My Training Clothes Covered In Blood. Are You Happy Now Shannara, Is That What You Were Looking For Because There You Have It. My Whole Life Story Right Up To This Moment.
Still Think You Can Help Me.
After my little story of my life, Shannara was shocked and asked if she could go and regroup. She had no idea it was this bad and she wanted to help but didn't know how.
"Look Shannara It's Ok. Take As Much Time As You Want You Know Where To Find Me."
After that she got up and left.
(Y/N) being the most deadliest assassin, all the people we escaped with her where scared of her except for Steven, because he trained her, even she hasn’t told him what her childhood was like, Shannara is the only one who knows. She was always worried if she told anyone they would become distant and what little company she has she didn't want to drive them away, that's why (Y/N) spends all that time training so she can express her feelings even if that means beating her hand raw.
Steven walked into the training room to find (Y/N) sparing with a dummy. She was still going till she blead but it was better than how he found her this morning with blood all over her and the bag.
"Do You Want A Real Person To Spar With Or Are You Happy With The Dummy?"
She turned around with a smile to match Steven's smirk.
"Steven, You Do Remember When We Were At Cyrus, I Bested You Every Single Time And I Remember Hurting You Once Or Twice."
"Yes, But We Still Had Fun Training Together Did We Not."
"Yes, But I Don't Want To Hurt You, I Put Misha In The Hospital The Other Day And Now He's Terrified Of Me Steven, I Don't Want To Put You In The Hospital."
"You Won’t, Now Take A Drink, Cool Down And Get Ready."
THE END
