Freedom
How I miss those days as kids when I would run outside naked and play in the rain, those days when the only important thing I thought of was what my mom would be making for breakfast, lunch or dinner. But now, everything was different. I had to take different route everytime I went home and I couldn't even cross the street without looking over my shoulder to make sure I wasn't been followed.
I had no doubt that the number of people I have killed was more than the amount of times a baby would blink his eyes in a day and yet I kept killing. It wasn't like I had an option not to. Ever since I was kidnapped as a child, I have been trained to carry out orders without questioning them.
One time I had been ordered to shoot a woman whose face had been covered with a piece of clothing. I had not hesitated to carry out the execution even though I had been told that the woman was my biological mother. The grand Master had been pleased with how swift I had gone with the whole thing that he had given me my first mission that instant. I later discovered that the woman I had shot wasn't my mother, she was an homeless person whom they had picked from the street and she was surely not going to be missed.
But you see I don't like this life, I was forced into it but unfortunately there wasn't really much I could do except for what I was about to do right now. I remember a friend of mine who had tried to escape, he had urged me to come along with him but I had been scared, so I refused. Two days later and some locals had found his body floating in a river many miles away. The police couldn't tell how he had died but I knew the grand Master had done it.
He had always said the only way we would be free of him was if death came for us and maybe he is right, maybe death is the only salvation I have. And that is why I have decided to do this today, to end my life with the same weapon that has ended many. Would I be missed? I doubt. But I would be free and that is all that really matters, my freedom.
Goodbye...
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