Chapter 1
The Boy Assassin
It was a dark and lonely place. I was inside a very damp cell and all I could see was the outline of my skin. My hands and feet were chained together. I was laying down on the floor when I saw red beady eyes look at me then scurry away. What I thought in my head was questions that I wanted answered like why am I alive? What am I?
I was deep into my thought until suddenly the cell door opened and let in a streak of light. What stood at the door was a tall dark man muscular man who carried a large whip in one hand and one of many keys in the other. His name was John Hawke and He was my older half brother.
“Hey boy father wants to see you”, he said while pushing the door open even further. My name is Christopher Hawke and I’m a born and raised killing machine. I’m a sixteen year old African American. I have two brothers and one sister and I am the bastard of the family. From what my family has told me my mother was a concubine to my father and her job was to pleasure him. My mother died when I was still at a young age.
John Hawke is the oldest of my siblings. His age is thirty and His birthday 1971, November 1. My father put him in charge of torturing me. He is a master at multiple arts of torturing and during the past twelve years of my life he would torture me every me everyday until the day I was able to tune out all of it. While he would torture me. While he would torture me he would have a sick smile of joy on his face. He would chain me up and hit me and laugh until I blacked out. I have now adapted to his torture and I now don’t even flinch while being torture.
My second oldest sibling is Jacob Hawke. Born in August 21, 1979. His age is 22 years old. he was a master of several deadly martial arts .He is in charge of teaching me them to me and he was just as cruel as John. At first he would beat me senselessly. Just laughing as he kicked me across the room, but soon after twelve years of a beating. He was no longer able to touch me. I was able to swerve around him with ease while blending
The youngest one of my oldest siblings is Clare Hawke. Born July 11, 1992. Her age is nineteen. She is a master at deadly poisons and long ranged projectiles and she was in charge of me. Although she was the youngest she was also the cruelest. When she was teaching me she would show no emotions, but after she would treat me as her own personal toy. At night she would come into my cell and pleasure herself whatever way she thought was possible and until this day she still does.
I slowly stood up and gotten on to my feet. I was wearing a white t-shirt that I was wearing is covered in blood stains and filth. The t-shirt and jeans that I had on was torn which My felt like it was covered in multiple layers on grime. As I slowly walked over to the cell door John grabbed my chain that was connecting both of my hands and feet and forcibly tugged me threw the door.
When I came threw the door I went into a bright decorative hallway. The walls were painted a red through out the hallway. On the wall were portraits of many ancestors who belonged to the Hawke Organization one of the biggest assassination family’s in the world.
After sitting there and getting my eyes adjusted to the light. I looked down the hall. I saw three maids walking towards us. Two of them looked like twins. They both had red hair like the sun and bright multicolored eyes. The third made stood out the most. She looked like she could be a Greek goddess Aphrodite. Her hair was golden like the morning sun and her eyes reminded me of the deep blue ocean.
“Hey trash what are you staring at?” He said while look in the direction I was staring. By the time I turned my head to look at him. He had that wicked smile on his face that he usually had when he would torture me.
“Hey girls come over here”, he said while pulling on the chain as hard as he could and throwing me to the ground.
“I’m going to need you to clean this piece of shit and get him ready to see my father later on today. Be sure to scrub him real good I don’t want him to stink when he see’s him. It’ll be all of your punishments if he does.” He said while walking down the hallway and disappearing around the corner. They stared at me as I tried to stand up again and only one of them tried to help me. I looked up and saw that it was the blonde haired girl.
“What are you doing Beth?” said one of the twins.
“What are you talking about Riana? I’m trying to help him up of course.” She said while reaching down to grab my arm.
“Don’t touch me”, I shouted as I swatted her hand away. I slowly got to my feet and started to walk towards the bathroom.
“Don‘t you know that boy is a monster?“ Said the other twin. “He could murder a hundred people without feeling any sympathy for them. He has no emotions that is what all the house hold workers say about him.”
Beth stared at me with surprise in her eyes. Then she spoke “That is impossible. He looks like a normal boy my age.” That’s right I thought inside my head I’m a monster fear me like everyone else I know.
“I’m going to need you two to get him a change of cloths for him”, she said while not even turning her head to them. She was starring at me like I was a wild animal.
“But we can’t just leave you with him”, they both shouted. While starring wide eyed at me.
“I’ll be alright”, said Beth. “I don’t think he will do anything.”
I turned my head around to see the expression on the girls face. I looked into the twins eyes and saw that they were scared shitless, but when I looked inside Beth’s eyes what I saw wasn’t fear. What I saw was sorrow and curiosity in her eyes. That is what pissed me off the most. I didn’t need her sympathy and I sure as hell wasn’t there to entertain her.
She turned towards the girls and said “I’ll be alright just leave me and go get him some cloths.” They both slowly turned walked away and disappeared around the corner. As she tried to get closer the farther I tried to get away from her.
“Why do you keep on backing away from me while keeping your distance”, she asked.
“Do you hate me?” She said as she asked while trying to look into my eyes. She still had those same feeling in her eyes just like from before. The look I saw in her eyes reminding me of those things my sister would do while she molested me or treated me as her slave. I despised that look.
“Leave me the fuck alone”, I screamed. “I don’t need your damn sympathy and I’m sure as hell not here for your fucking entertainment.” As I went to speak again this time I spoke softly. “I just want to see my father so I can go back into being in my cell.”
I turned my head around to see what was on her face this time. What I saw on her face this time was neither sympathy or curiosity. What I saw on her face was a mixture of sadness and caring. I had no idea what she was thinking so I turned around and started walking forward again.
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