For my mother.

Shiny's temper rose at the commanding tone in the drunk man's voice but decided to let it slide. He was after all his savior.

He walked feeling all the aches in his body. Such a pain ,he was programmed since a young age to ignore.

He remembered when he was 6 years old , his 'tutor' had given him a man for 'practice'. The 'tutor' had said... " Its about time you had your first kill".

He said it was just to make him desensitize from killing people, which was going to be his job in the future. He was brought to a cell where a middle aged man was kneeling, tied to the wall with chains. Then the tutor had given him a gun.

Shiny could not shoot the man who had pleaded to him saying that he had a wife and kids ,he had said he had a son his age and he had cried and begged to let him go back to his family.

Shiny could not shoot the man.