Hey everyone! this is only a tiny smidget because im not sure if it makes sense or not, or whether its good enough to continue with. Please send me as many comments as you can!
The first time I saw someone die, I was seven.
They came smashing into my family’s suburban home dressed in deep black and carry small, black guns. I was sprawled on the ground watching TV and my parents were sitting comfortably on our white couch, talking. I will never forget their laughter turning into sharp screams as the black clothed men shot my father clean in the head and then turned on my mother. I will never forget looking into their lifeless eyes. I will never forget the blood seeping into the carpet, defiling its pure whiteness. I never got to say goodbye to them. The men took me from my home, from my parents with no mercy and put me in this place with other seven-year-olds. A place with high walls and barb wire circling the top. I was beaten every day and told that no one would ever love me. By the age of ten I was trained in several combat modes including Karate and Taekwondo. I was the best in my class. It was when I turned twelve that they moved to another place and I learnt who we were training for. The Australian Government was looking for young children who had been injected with what they called the X virus. They had apparently chosen babies from around the world and injected the X virus for one sole purpose… to create ultimate teen assassins. The X virus enhanced the brain to think more clearly and focus on the completion of any task.
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