The Path: My Path (HIATUS)

I was known by many names world wide, and it all had something to do with death, why? Well simple, it was because where I went, someone would always die, I got well known in the underground world thanks to my names.

I was what normal people hate and the underground loved, a murderer, assassin, whatever you want to call it, but if people gave me enough money, Ill kill whoever they wish to be killed. Since I was born apathetic, I never had a problem with death or killing people, the first person I killed was my parents when i was 17, my father was beating my mother and I didn't really care but according to other people, it was at this time I should stand up and do something about it.

I killed my father while he was beating my mother and my mother freaked out and was about to call the cops, I had no emotion clouding my judgement so I realized I had 2 options in front me, one was to spend most of my life in jail and the other one was to kill my mother as well and dispose of their corpses and not get caught.

I didn't care for my mother so I decided to kill her as well, I dumped their bodies in the freezer for 3 days while searching the darkweb which my friend showed me, to find out how to get away with murder, the first step was to dispose of their bodies, so I dismembered their bodies into very fine pieces and packed it tightly into an airtight box, which was then packed into a bag, I took the body parts to the dump and set it on fire along with half of the dump-site. I made sure I left no traces and I have not been caught so far.

31 years later, I am 48, I spent most of my life as a contracted murderer or assassin, today was supposed to be the last contract I accept from the organization before retiring, but little did I know this was a trap set by the organization for me since they saw me as too dangerous to be left alone and as a 'loose end'. In the end I got captured by the organization and they gave me two choices, the first was to continue working for them while instructing the newer people on assassination, the second choice was to be the lab-rat for the new technology that they are experimenting with.

When I started this job, I vowed to myself that I will never be forced to do stuff that I do not want to, so I gave fierce retaliation, in the end? I am paralyzed in an all-white room with only a single medical bed, I have been cut, sewed back, injected with bunch of chemicals over the course of 2 years, I couldn't even kill myself since I was totally paralyzed, I had no choice but to get experimented on, finally when they got the final product that they desired, what was left for me? Only death awaited, hah, death was actually a relief after all I have gone through.