Agent Black Cobra
Be cautious. Don't repeat anything you hear. I'm cobra, that's not my real name but that's none of your business. I am sitting here watching my parents be brutally murdered right in front of me. I'm currently 7 years old. "Don't hurt my mommy and daddy." I didn't know what I was saying at the time, but I remember every face, sound and voice of the people in the room. That's going to end up being the downfall of them once I get my hands on them. I was scared but I was madder than anything. I ran at the man holding daddy and kicked him in the shin. He loosened his grip but not enough for daddy to get out. He backhanded me across the face almost knocking me out. I stayed conscious long enough to hear their cruel, sickening laughter as they shot mommy and daddy, and left me for dead. I woke up 2 hours later to the smell of death, and the sight of my dead parents. I can feel my heart hardening, and my body numbing. I walk upstairs, and I grab 3 very valuable things of both mommy and daddy's. I grab extra sets of clothes, food, water, and my doll. I also grab my puppy Muffin, and we head into the woods seeking a new shelter. About 4 hours into the trip I find an abandoned cabin in the woods. We make that our new home. After months of gruesome training, and hunting I'm a feared assassin. I'm cold as ice, and dark as night, but I'm as sneaky as the deadliest predator. I AM THE BLACK COBRA.