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Assassin

Unknown by our fathers. Feared by our victims. Exist as mere shadows. We are unseen, unknown, constantly seeking our prey. Knowledge is everything; we know your movement’s patterns and routines. We are like wizards stopping the world watching you through the eyes of God. The Assassin he attains no true identity living on a deeper level, controlling the environment become a part of our surroundings unseen in full view of our enemy we strike with a single blow. In the name of death may we be seen.  

Through a psychological approach fear can produce the most terrorizing results and the best way to induce it is by leaving subtle threats at the prey’s (victim’s) home. Sneak in at nights fall show him you have access to his death constantly reinforcing this message. Why am I telling you this, to show you what I am capable of because this is an introduction to a wonderful story? I go by many identities living in the darkness a heart goes cold after experiencing many murderous events my true name later revealed, my intentions unjust, this is my story. I was once a bartender serving drinks, food etc. the average life of a deluded man lead to believe he has a purpose. This event starts in the early morning before sunrise July 13th 2005. I turned 16 and was ready to open my uncle’s bar; he never liked me influencing a hatred lying deep inside me whenever his dark eyes glanced in my direction. I opened the curtains quickly causing the dust to spread my allergy kicked in and I began to sneeze, but in that moment of weakness five shadowy figures entered the room in a flash pining me to the ground. It was obvious they knew what they were doing spraying my eyes blinding me hiding their identity. Suddenly a calm mature deep male voice asked me of my name. I replied telling him of what it was and why it had meant anything to him. I could sense a glimpse of happiness as he spoke firm words I did not understand "descendant the Hashshashin" I never knew what it meant but it was all later revealed.  

 

The next day I woke up laying in a distressed state a deep migraine filling my brain like a tumor emitting a pulse daunted me. Unable to see through the darkness a harsh, uneasy uncomforting voice spoke to me.

"We are men of mystery bearing no conscious of our past leading the world into a revolution from behind their back. Humans are a Symbiotic species we depend on each other for survival so what role do we play as Assassins. I balance the world on a scale fighting the evil sacrificing the innocent I am a neutral warrior. We are not modern hit men only specific people are targeted by our clan; I guess they might even be considered special like you. Members of our clan have been chosen by God identified through their DNA but that alone is insufficient. If you are who we claim you are then according to the past you shall witness this first hand. Remember your mind is your treasure spend it wisely and may the test begin!”

Where am I? It’s so dark I feel light fragile like a vase, weak trapped in a child’s body, there’s blood everywhere. What’s happening? Scouring my position through my eyes I see a bright image and long legs. I am falling (not realizing that in fact this is not a dream but a vision of my past) Strange hands are lifting me as I ascend in to the air, born in to the world coughing gasping for breath crying, my mother holding me tight. For the first time in years I was bursting with happiness. How do I remember this remains a mystery and I couldn’t help but feel there was a message left in my subconscious then somehow I relaxed? It didn’t last.    

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Mother, Father is that you? I gazed at them in awe realizing this was just another vision. Calm as the wind steady as a tiger observing this particular sight made me uneasy and it didn’t take much time for me to know why, it was the night my parents died and I blacked out. In that moment the adrenaline shot through my veins. Numb lying without a soul but a cold spirit replacing all that was good inside me. I descended into the darkness looking into my uncle's eyes. Murderer I whispered as he took me down. The vision ...

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