Chapter 3:The Beginning

I had a twin sister once but my mom... she went crazy. She was always kind of unstable, it was a chance our father took. She was beautiful and they where a pair, very...very similar. I guess you could say we are all kind of crazy. Anyway, she was bloodthirsty after leaving the military so we would take her hunting but it wasn't enough... he got in the way so...so she killed him. Right in front of us... with those soulless eyes and her cool expression. Sometimes we got in the way... Mom didn't care much for that though. No, mom didn't like that at all. Then I guess one day she just snapped, because one day she just came in and I awoke with a sharp pain in my chest. I looked over to my sister laying there motionless in bloodied sheets. Then I gazed up and saw her soulless eyes and the cruel smile. That is when I noticed the bloody blade sitting on the table next to me and the blood staining my own sheets. I finally felt the piercing pain and let out a cry before she smothered my face in a pillow. That’s when I passed out from loss of blood and lack of oxygen. When I awoke the next morning my side was bandaged and somehow I survived. Then there was my sister, her delicate face looked of true horror and she didn't survive. I didn't morn for her though for I knew anyplace was better than being here. I fixed my eyes on the bloody body that lay on the floor which was my mother, she lie there dead with the same look as my sister and the stain of tears upon her cheeks. I felt alone, except in the doorway stood some man just watching. Almost invisible wearing the dark cloak and standing in the doorway. Before I could move he was by my side. He grabbed my wrist firmly but gently. The light outside had faded to gray and he whispered to me but I could not hear could not understand what was happening. He opened the window and carried me over his shoulder. He gagged me so I wouldn't scream, and jumped out of the second story window. That day I thought he was an angel cloaked in darkness saving me from my mother and taking me from the pain she has caused me. That day I was saved by my dark angel but my sister was not spared.

5 years later....

Today I have turned thirteen; this is the day we are "made". The training was difficult at the very least but most students have passed their exams and have moved on to find a career in the corporation. Field jobs mostly; my group and I are going to be known as "The Black Doves". We will work as assassins up in New York.... what a delicious assignment. The new young assassins greet their new assignments with excitement and eagerly follow their instructions to reach the "final destination."