He always was a complete a-hole.
It took some time but when I finally reached my old cell, I wasn't all that surprised with what I heard. The dude was scheduled to to be released, ya know time served and all that mumbo jumbo. I never did learn what he did, but the fact that he had a release date has always pissed me off. When I was thrown into the dungeon, I was barely twelve. My sentence was till I died. I kill one man, one stupid perv and I get life. My target did who knows what and get ten years.
A sight I will never forget.
With all this hatred, you'd think that I was going to relish this job. Well, you're wrong. All this job has done is remind me of the crap my kind has to always deal with. Slaves, servants, and even when we are free, segregation. I know it hasn't really seemed like that since I left this dank place, but that's just because I've stayed away from the higher classes. The city I live in isn't what you'd call the Ritz. Most of the people I've dealt with mostly look at me as a child. But most see me as nothing more than someone trying to be something she is not. Maybe things have changed, but I have yet to see it.
Oh, the memories.
I finished my job with a quiet arrow after the guard left. I didn't say anything, I didn't even check to see that he was dead. I did my job and left. The longer I work for the Brotherhood, the closer my past will probably get. From one city to the next, I know I can't avoid it. I guess I had a secret hope that it would never happen. I joke and glib about most things, and I've been luck to find even just one group that doesn't look at me as merchandise. I am thankful for that. That's why I can never let the Brotherhood down.
I will preform all my missions with the utmost care and skill. I am a creature of the shadows now. The world outside, their beliefs, will not affect me. I will change the way the world sees my kind. One death at a time.
To Be Continued...
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