School For Assassins [comedy/action story]

[ninfeanicole]

okay, this type of story is what comes about from me being here with crazy ppl for too long. this one comes from star, pichu, baller, and the rest of their crzy fam.

This story is basically about this school for assassins (obviously) where teenagers are trained to become assassins....only none of the chosen are what you expect. Every student at the school is hyperactive and never pays attention..just total dweebs....except for one kid who was raised since diapers to become an assassin. That is all i am really gonna tell you right now, but here is the summary for ya. warning, it does all start off serious, but it'll just do a total turn once we get past the first three or four chapters....because that's when the mc starts atending school with the crazy psychos.

Some people never know what they want to do with their lives until late in their life. A few select people already know what they want to be right off the bat. But for people like me, the decision was taken away and made by someone else. For me, it was all decided on the night of my parents’ deaths. I was there to witness them die and I was there when their killer decided that I would be the perfect candidate.

Now, I am stuck at this uptight school for assassins where us students are simply pawns to them. But that will all change in the flash of an eye. And it’s all thanks to me, Rekoladenasia Krvandeo, and these two strangers I met at this weirdo masquerade night. Now, led by me, the students are going to start fighting back and destroy the nefarious school staff, meanwhile trying our hardest to find out what happened to our loving school mistress who just up and disappears after the introductory ceremony. The only question on my mind though is whether we can find her in time, and if we will like what we discover in the process.

[Rupks]

lol...seems like an interesting story

[ninfeanicole]

ok, here's a list of characters so you can keep em straight, obviously this will constantly change, but u can deal. real name (nicknames)

Character List
(in order of appearance)

Rekoladenasia Krvandeo The main character, she is a young nineteen-year-old girl who leads the student rebellion to find the missing head mistress (Rekola, Reko, Aden, Asia)

Dr. Samuel Black An academy administrator, and detention teacher, who tries to rape and kill Rekoladenasia

Athenadia Krvandeo Rekoladenasia’s mother who is killed by the ‘Monster-Man’ (Nadia)

Peinasareo Krvandeo Rekoladenasia’s father who is killed by the ‘Monster-Man’ (Pein)

'Monster-Man' The strange man with a burned face who is responsible for the killings.

Jacobie Krvandeo Eighteen-year-old cousin of Rekoladenasia who attends academy with her (Jay)

Allesiana Krvandeo Thirty-year-old cousin of Rekoladenasia who chose to attend beauty school and became a hair stylist and big-time designer (Alles)

Rendaveg Krvandeo Rekoladenasia’s uncle who works with her to find the ‘Monster-Man’ (Ren)

Antonettana Krvandeo Grandmother who is not very caring of Rekoladenasia (Antonettana)

Luccanevado Krvandeo Grandfather who constantly dotes on Rekoladenasia (Lucca)

Athenoda Krvandeo Rekoladenasia’s aunt, her mother's twin, who takes her in after her parent’s murder (Enoda)

Drustanadao Reikichi Son of a family friend; Rekoladenasia’s closest friend and confidant (Drustan)

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1: A Not So Beautiful Present Word Count: 2,966 Characters: 15,299

There is nothing in life, ever, that is better than living to the fullest. And this is what I do everyday. No one can tell me who to be or how to act, it’s all me and the way I like to live. Always. Which is why I’m in the position I’m in now. I’m not one to just go around and get into fights, but this time I kind of did. And it all started because of these two people I know. Intimately, you might say.

Normally, I don’t go and do the dirty with just anybody, but this time it wasn’t just anybody. It was two anybodies, and I must say I truly enjoyed it. It all started early last night. At about nine or ten at this club, the Immortal. This place is like the bad of bad and filled with all types of people. Two of which instantly got my attention.

Obviously, I don’t know them and even if I did I wouldn’t know. I’m just such a genius that I decide to come on the night of their big masquerade party night. But that little fact doesn’t much matter. I mean, I am finally on break from my stupid classes and I’m allowed total freedom for the next two nights. And this first night I felt like partying.

The school I go to allows absolutely no parties, otherwise you get detention. Word of warning, this detention is not your run of the mill detention. Their kind of detention is enough to send even the most bravest and strongest of wrestlers to running and even manages to send chills down the spines of the most accomplished and oldest of the school’s graduates. And some of them graduated more than forty years ago, it’s that bad. But right now isn’t about my school life, it’s about my first night of freedom in six years. Six long, long years.

My one night of freedom that ended up pretty good, but led to a really bad morning. Here I am, waking up alone for one, followed by there being absolutely no hot water when I go to take a shower, which was inconveniently interrupted by a loud banging on my front door. Isn’t it bad enough that I didn’t my full night’s rest, but now I have a headache and some idiot who doesn’t know the meaning of the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign that is hanging on the outside door handle.

Silently fuming now, I jump out of the water, which was just starting to feel comfortable I might add, and grab a towel from the towel wrack. I wrap the overly large bundle of fluff around me and walk towards the door, cursing out a blue streak as I purposely stub my toe on the dresser beside the door. I want the person on the other side of the stupid door to know how mad I am.
And wouldn’t it just happen to be my luck that when I open the door, it is to see my least favorite instructor standing there will this big cat-ate-the-canary, shit-eating grin. Grumbling under my breath, for this man is truly the biggest idiot I have ever had the misfortune to meet, I turn around and move to sit in the gaudy, over stuffed chair that is, I shamefully admit, my favorite part about this cheap behind motel room.

The room was silent for several moments before I heard the door close gently, followed by the soft distinct click of a lock sliding home. And that is what got to me. One of the main rules of the school is that no two people are permitted to be alone in the same room or area. Well, except when one is a teacher teaching you one-on-one, but even then there is a panel of councilors watching from some hidden place in the wall. They did not want to chance any form of personal attachment.

Looking up, for the man was now standing over me, I gave a quick study. While he may be a dork and total dobe at times, he was still fine by any standards. His skin was a dark golden color, marred be a single tattoo that I knew was placed on the back of his neck in the form of a smoking gun. His hair in itself was a gift from the gods, with its straight gold locks that fell over his overhead in just the right way to keep his baby blue eyes hidden in shadows. All in all, he was a fine pretty boy-type that had every male and female drooling over him. Every one of them, that is, except for me.

Looking now though, I could tell that there was something different about him. I didn’t know what it was. “Adena,” Jumping, I focused out a moment and looked at him normally. I was instantly uneasy at his use of a nickname. No one ever used a girly nickname for me. It was like signing your own death wish. I was on alert in mere seconds, my knees bent and ready for an attack, my fists coiled, ready to strike out.

Softly, I spoke in a guarded tone. “What brings you here, Dr. Black?”
He smiled warmly in response, “Simple, my dear. You know what the rules are: ‘No male or female may be alone in a room together without supervision’; ‘No sexual intercourse except when needed during the course of a mission’. You broke both of these rules, not to mention that you are mine and you have disgraced yourself by having such low standards.”

Whoa. Did he just say that? And with a straight face? Now I was truly shocked. Dr. Black was one of the main administrators, not to mention the teacher over detention. So why the hell would he be interested in me? I was the most hated student among the teachers; I always disobeyed the rules and always did things my own way, not to mention that they could never do a thing about it since I was always the perfect student in out headmistress’s eyes. I had perfect scores in just about every area, I was polite, a quick study, and I had plenty of what she called ‘spunk’. But she was the only member of the staff who got along with me.

Dr. Black did not give me anytime to think on it though, because as soon as he finished his statement, he lunged at me. Instantly, I was on my feet and jumped into the air in time to avoid the deadly blade that was destined for a gutting session. Growling low in his throat, Dr. Black turned on his heel and grabbed hold of my uncle, using it to slam me into the bed. In seconds he was atop me, a hand reaching out for the edge of the towel. It was my turn to growl as I leaned forward and bit his shoulder, causing him to scream out and weaken his defenses.

Smirking, I flipped onto my stomach and exercised a side scissors kick to wrap a leg around each of his, before turning back onto my back, successfully pinning him on his stomach. I kept our legs interlocked as I pushed myself onto my knees, putting enough strain on his leg muscles to cause him to scream out, before bending all the way backward enough to place my hands on the floor and executed a quick flip over the side of the bed.

I crash landed on the floor on my stomach and grunted when I heard Black crash into the television, only to curse as the dresser they were stationed on fell forward. I rolled out of the way and watched as the dresser rocked forward, while Black and the television fell behind it, and tipped back again to crash on top of a now broken television and an unconscious Black.
Smiling, I braced my hands on the floor and pushed myself onto my feet. I closed my eyes as a wave of dizziness overcame me. When the dizziness passed, I opened my eyes again and found myself on the floor staring up at a decidedly ugly ceiling that was past needing a new paint job.

I chuckled at the thought of what kind of paint job it looked like it had gotten, though the image to go with it was disgusting, but stopped chuckling as I felt a hot stab of fire race up through my chest. Grimacing, I looked down at myself. Halfway down my body, just below the soft pocket of my ribcage, and just barely outside of the danger zone, was Dr. Black’s knife sticking out of me with two inches of blade showing. That meant there was a good three inches of blade residing inside of my body. “Damn. That is going to hurt coming out.”

Turning my head, I looked into the eyes of a smiling Dr. Black who seemed way too happy with himself. Huffing, I rolled away from him and forced myself into a somewhat standing position. With me leaning against the wall and my hands braced against a chair beside me, I looked over to watch as he gained his own feet. Only he seemed to be having a whole lot easier time of doing it. He was still grinning at me, a sick twisted smile that was at odds with his pretty boy image.

Grinning back at him, which I was glad to see confused him beyond end, I reached down and wrapped my hands around the handle. His grin quickly slipped into a snarl as he launched himself at me, knocking my hands away as he tackled me to the floor. Cursing as the pain increased with his weight on top of me, I tried to buck him off, but only succeeded in giving him a better handle over me. My hands were now trapped above my head and, thanks to my oh so brilliant tactic of bucking him off, he was now settled snuggly between my legs.

His face was still twisted into a snarl and his face was inches from mine as he leaned forward and growled into my face. “You are mine, and you will remain that way either until the day you die, or until I release you. It is because of me that you are still alive, and it will be because of me that you shall stay that way when all of those other blasted snot-nosed brats are killed.”
Okay, crazy demented, not-so-pretty-pretty-boy anyone? Growling, I snapped my teeth together and snarled low in my throat as I made to mite his face. “You won’t be killing anybody with the teachers there to defend them, and especially not with the head mistress there to care for them.”

Dr. Black let out a bark of laughter. I cringed back away from him. Normally, his laughter was soft and full, kind of nice, but this was just psycho-creepy. He grinned down at me again and said mockingly, “The teachers are the ones who will be helping me, and anyone who does not will simply be killed. The headmistress is too soft on all of you, letting you do what you want and giving you freedom of choice. Not any more. Wit her and all of those other weaklings out of the way, I’ll be able to start my own school that will allow me to raise up an elite group of killers, bred and raised from childhood.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. It ended up coming out more of a strangled cough as the blade made itself known. Looking up at him, I settled for a smug smile instead. “Haven’t you ever watched Dark Angel with Jessica Alba? The show where the ‘born and bred’ killers rebel and destroy the creator type deal, and start living as normal humans?”

Dr. Black responded by reaching down and turning the blade slightly. I must admit, that does hurt like crazy. Biting my tongue so as not to scream, I watched as a smile stretched across his face. And then I felt his arousal against my thigh. I actually felt sick. The sick bastard was getting off on this whole ordeal.

Wait, he was getting off, meaning aroused. That meant he would be distracted. Praying that my delusional thoughts worked out right, I opened my mouth and let the scream escape. Predictably, his smile widened instantly. I bit back the scream again and snapped my hands up to grab hold of his wrist. Again, his smile widened as he took it as a plead sign, and so twisted the knife back into position.

I bit back this scream quickly and held it in, waited for it to pass, and huffed out a breath of air. While his eyes looked down to focus on my lips, I made sure to smile wide. And then I used all of my strength to push the knife the rest of the way into my chest.

In a flash, his smile was gone, only to be replaced by a look of rage as he reared back. Fuming, he began cussing at me, calling me every kind of a stupid, ****ty, *****. He balled his hand into a fist and cocked it back, letting it land squarely on my left cheekbone. He smiled at the sound of a cracking bone and stood on his feet, letting out a satisfied bark of laughter as he placed a well aimed kick at my side, successfully cracking a few ribs.

It was several moments before he finished kicking and punching, and I silently took each hit as I played dead, waiting for him to finish and move on. I was not disappointed. Once h had enough of the kicking and punching, he reached down and jerked the knife out of me. I quickly bit down on my tongue, holding the scream back, and listened as the knife dropped beside me.

Next, he flipped me onto my back and smiled down at me, his pretty boy image back in place as he lowered himself onto me. This time I bit through my tongue to keep from screaming at the intense pain that filled me. My stomach rolled in revulsion.

He was grinning widely as he softly turned my head, cradling it with one hand while he placed gentle kisses on my neck. His other hand was slowly making its way down my side, where it parted my towel to slip inside and rest on the side of my hip. I laid completely still, trying to block the disgusting feel of his mouth on my skin, ignoring the way his hands traversed my body, until I felt him reach down towards my nether regions. I fought to keep myself still, and silently breathed a sigh of relief as his hand continued on to reach the waistband of his pants. While he was preoccupied kissing one side of my neck and trying to undo his pants one handed, I reached over and silently retrieved the knife.

Once he had succeeded in freeing himself, he turned and placed his lips against mine and forced his tongue into my mouth. I tried not to gag as I felt his tongue caressing mine and silently waited for the next move. Here I am, in a position that just about anyone, male or female, would die to be in, and all I can do is wait for the opportune moment to strike.

And the moment was almost here. His mouth continued to ravage mine as he put a hand above my right shoulder, using it to brace himself, and used the other one to cup my hip, holding me in place as he shifted his weight.
I slowly raised my arm, careful to maintain the appearance of unconsciousness, and waited. I did not have long to wait. He shifted his wait and gently placed the tip of his cock at my entrance, and pulled back slightly, his lips open and resting against mine as his breaths came raggedly. Suddenly, he smashed his lips back against mine and I felt as he made to shift his weight again. Just as I felt him shift, I drove the knife home.
The blade sank directly into his heart, his cock missed its target and brushed up against my stomach as he reared back, disbelief shining in his eyes. I forced the knife deeper and gave it a quick twist, glaring up at him as I watched the life leave his eyes.

The brunt of his weight fell on me and I gasped out in pain as his body crushed me. Cursing myself stupid, I used all of my energy to roll him off and quickly rolled away. Silently, and quite painfully, I used the bed and half pulled, half forced myself into a standing position.

Looking down again at my body, I saw a collection of new and interesting cuts and bruises, but none so bad as the torrent of blood seeping out of the hole in my chest. I smirked numbly as I watched my life flowing out. I did not have any type of emergency equipment needed to seal it up, and there was no way I would be able to make my way back to the school in time. Even if I did somehow manage to get there, if what Dr. Black said was true, they would leave me tied down to a bed to die.

“Well double damn.” I smirked. And then I was falling into the darkness. And swimming in memories that constantly haunt me.

Guess what they say about seeing your life flash before your eyes really is true.

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2: A Death to Remember Word Count: 3,149 Characters: 16,057

It was so dark and quiet, but then again, it always was. Mother and father would not tolerate any noise. They liked the quiet and the peace it brought them. But tonight it was too quiet, and I could hear everything. Their labored breaths, soft pants of pain, and their hushed little argument. But my parents never argued.

Silently, I got up out of my bed and slowly walked towards the door. The soft, plush carpet of my room was enough to block out any noise I might have made, and I already knew my room well enough that I did not have to turn on my light to see. My parents had always been against nightlights and night terrors, so I had learned at an early age to get over both and to do whatever they said. Like being able to find my way in the complete dark. Like right now.

I made it to my door without making any noise and slowly opened my door. At first, the darkness of the hall scared me, but I quickly hid the fear and bravely walked out. The argument I had heard earlier was a little louder now, though they were still hushed and it sounded like they were having a hard time breathing and there were soft sounds of pain here and there.

Worried, I silently made my way down the hall and froze at the upper stair railing. Grabbing hold of a metal rod on either side of me, I sat down and leaned through the bars as far as I could. Below me, I could see two figures on the floor, both trying to get up and move. Both of them were dripping sweat and that scared me. Mother and father never sweated, it was not sanitary. Scared now, I looked down at the two figures and softly called out, “Mother? Father?”

Instantly, both figures froze and turned their heads to look at me. The two of them were in the dark, the only light being from the full moon shining through the glass wall behind them. My mother looked up at me and urged me in breathy tones, “Rekola-daughter, go. Be a good girl for mother and go hide.”

Worried, and scared now, I silently stood and tiptoed down the left staircase. I was halfway down the stairs when I heard someone coming from the kitchen. Crouching down on the step, I peered around the bars and looked towards the sitting room. The kitchen entrance was still blocked by the stairway but I could make out the forms of my mother and father who were both looking at the kitchen entrance.

Silently, I watched as my father struggled to his feet, only to waver as there was a loud ‘pop’ sound from the kitchen. He looked kind of funny moving from side to side, and I giggled softly as he looked towards me. The look on his face reminded me of the time I had fallen off the balcony of my room a long time ago. I had fallen into the pool and did not wake up until a long time later.

He looked at me the same way and I could not help but feel scared as I saw him fall onto his knees. My mother was still on the ground beside him and she was reaching for him as he fell. I heard her cry out softly and watched as my father grabbed hold of her hand before he onto his side with a red mess surrounding him.

My mother was crying now and I felt more scared I watched her cry. Mother never cried, she said it was a sign of weakness and that weakness did not get you anywhere. So why was she crying now? I quickly got up and ran the rest of the way down the stairs. Turning around the end posts, I ran towards my mother, ignoring the soft ‘pop’ I heard again. I watched as my mother widened her eyes and cried out softly as she layed her head back onto the floor.

I was by my mother before her head was all the way down and I quickly sat down beside her, reaching out to pet her hair like she used to do to me when I was still a baby and had always cried. Softly, I touched her hair, “It is okay mother, there is no need to cry. Crying does not make things better, it will only make them worse.”

My mother looked up at me and her lips moved silently before she found her voice again. “Rekola-baby, it is okay to cry sometimes. I love you baby, we both did. And I’m sorry if we did not show it, but we were only trying to protect you. I love you Rekola-baby.”

Mother continued to cry as she looked at my father again and I felt as something wet slid down my cheek. I knew what was happening now. They were dying. They had always told me they would not come home one day, that they would be dead. But they had come home today. They just would not be leaving it the way they had come.

I knew that it was not normal for a four-year-old to be able to do the things I could, but I had always been special. And my parents had made sure I knew that. I watched as the red mess surrounded us and I cried aloud as I realized it was their blood, their life. I cracked there and forgot everything that they had taught me. “Mommy, daddy, please don’t die. Please, I will be extra good, I promise. Please don’t die, you came home today, you can’t die here. You told me you can’t die at home, home is sanct-u-wary, you can’t die here.”

My mother grinned up at me and she gently petted my face, leaving a streak of red behind, “We love you baby. We always did, my little Asia.” And then she laid still.

Now I was really scared. I trembled all over and my chest hurt as I laid down beside my mother. Asia was their nickname for me when I was still baby, and they never used it purposely anymore. Sometimes they would slip, but very rarely. I was so scared.

And then I saw him. The man in the kitchen doorway. He was so big and scary. The left half of his face was all puffy and a shiny red and looked like a monster’s face, while the right half was smooth and white with a dark green eye. He was smiling down at me and was pointing what I knew was a gun. On side of his mouth was twisted into a sick smile and I felt my heart jump in fear at the sight of this monster. I knew he was evil and all I wanted to do was run. And I did.

I ran as far and as fast as I could. I knew he could have caught me if he wanted to, and that was why I did what my mother had first told me. I hid.
I ran up the stairs and into my room, crying as I heard the steady footsteps behind me. I quickly shut the door and locked it using the key around my neck before turning and diving under my bed. I watched and listened until I heard the doorknob rattle. Then there was his voice. He laughed out in a booming laughter that made me jump, and said in a scary voice, “I know you are in there little girl, and I am going to get you.”

The door began to shake and I screamed as one of the hinge-things came off. Crying, I quickly crawled out from under my bed and quickly ran towards my closet, only stopping to grab my special box and shove it into my little bag. Going into my closet, I shut the door behind m and quickly locked it too. I turned away from the door and ran towards one side of the closet where I grabbed up another bag, jumping as I heard my bedroom door break.
Running across the closet, I ducked down behind a pile of baby boxes and quickly dug out one of my old rattles. Silently, I listened as the scary man walked around my room, turning things over and carefully moving stuff around. Quickly, I ran over and silently unlocked the door before turning and going back behind my baby boxes, where I used my rattle to open a miniature door hidden behind one of my dressing mirrors.

As soon as I was in, I closed the door and turned away, running down the tunnel without turning back. I followed the tunnel forever, kept walking until I reached where I was headed. Crying again, I reached out and used the rattle to let myself out into a large room filled with books. When I looked around, I saw that the room was empty and cried even harder before curling up in a large chair infront of a fireplace.

Later, when I woke, it was to see the face of a boy. Scared, I sank back into the chair and hid my face. Somewhere to my left, I heard a soft tinkling laugh that reminded me of bells. It reminded me of my mother. Looking up eagerly, I looked to find my mother, but stopped when I found a strange woman smiling at me. Only her smile did not last for long.

As soon as she saw my face, she froze. As did the others in the room. Looking around, I quickly took into account all of the occupants. There were two boys, the one infront of me was about my age and the other was a little older, then there was an old man and woman, a young man, a teenage girl, and then there was the last woman. “Mother.”

The word was so soft, not even I could have heard it. I knew tears were streaming down my face, but I did not care as I stood slowly walked towards the woman. Everyone in the room was frozen as they watched me. Everyone except for the littlest boy who was struggling to break free of the older boy’s grasp.

When I reached the young woman, I reached up towards her face. Without being asked, she knelt down to my level and I gently touched her face. My heart broke and the tears increased. “You are not mother. Mother is dead. And father.” Turning, I looked around until my eyes stopped on a picture hanging over where I knew the door was. Crying again, I went over to it and picked my bags up from beside it. From one of the bags, I pulled out a small box and took it to the woman who looked like my mother.

“Their sanct-u-wary broke. They came home, but they still died. The monster-man killed them and left them in the sitting room. Mother was crying and she called me her little Asia. She never does that anymore, it means weak. She was not weak.”

The woman who looked like my mother was crying now, and so were the other grown ups. The woman looked down at me and smiled sadly. She reached out for me and offered me something in her hand. “No, Athenadia was not weak. And neither are you Rekoladenasia.” Looking at her now, I stepped forward and took what she offered.

Looking down, I saw a small ring. It was a red ruby jewel on a gold band, with the holdings shaping a strung bow and arrow. It was the family ring. Turning, I looked up at the woman and nodded. “No, I am not weak. Not anymore.”

The woman grinned down at me and knelt down again. Smiling, she motioned the two boys forward. “Rekola-niece, the little one here is your cousin, Jacobie, and he is just turned three. The elder boy here, Drustanadao Reikichi, is the son of a family friend and will soon be seven.” She turned to point to the teenage girl and smiled lightly towards her, “That is your other cousin, Allesiana, and she will be fifteen in two days.”

Turning, she placed her hand on the arm of a young man, “This here is your uncle Rendaveg, my husband and the brother of your father. And these two,” She motioned to the older couple, “Are your grandmother and grandfather, Antonettana and Luccanevado.”

I looked at each of them and nodded solemnly before turning back to the woman. “You are Athenoda, I remember mother and father told me you are the one who will care for me until my turn comes. They said to trust and listen to you. And they said the same of the Reikichi blood. But they never said anyone else. So you two, and maybe the little Jacobie, I will trust, the others I will not.”

The woman, Athenoda, grinned and slowly nodded her head, “And that is a start. Later, we will talk more, but first I think you should be in need of a bath.”

Looking up at her, I shook my head, “Mother and father taught me everything, and one thing I learned, never put anything off. Questions first, doctor later, and bath last.”

Athenoda looked taken aback for a moment before she grinned and quietly sat down on the sofa across from the chair I had been sleeping in. Warily, I crossed the room and sat back down, making sure to keep everyone within my sight. Athenoda smiled in acknowledgment before she lightly cleared her throat. “If I am correct, you are only just turned six, yes?”

Silently, I shook my head. “I turned four three days ago. But mother and father taught me to act older than I am. They said it is better to be too mature than to be immature. It is better to know the dark than fear it, and it is safer to assume everything is dangerous, rather than chance something harmless being the thing to kill us.”

She looked appalled at his thought and silently turned to her husband. He responded in kind with a soft smile and quickly motioned for the two boys to leave. Once they were gone, he smiled down at me. “Tell me Rekola-niece, what all have your parents taught and told you already?”

Looking over at him, I watched as his fingers interlaced with those of his wife. “Mother and father believed it was weak to show affection except for in the bedroom. They saw it a weakness to cry or to fear. It was a shame to go against your orders, and a general good to be able to lie good. They said that to be noisy is to be dead, and to be quiet is to be prepared. To them coming home meant reaching sanct-u-wary. Not coming home meant they were dead and would never see sanct-u-wary.”

Grandfather Lucca looked down at me with a soft smile, “And do you always abide by these rules?”

My head lowered down. My eyes burned again and I tightened my hand into fists. Silently, I studied the bloodstains that covered the skirt of my new blue dress. It had been a birthday present from mother for being able to lie so well even though I had broken the rules. “When they weren’t home, and at work, I would race down the halls with my dancing shoes on and sing as loud as I could. Then, when it got time for them to come home, I would hurry up and clean the marks the shoes left. That way, when they got home, they would not notice anything. But father would sometimes notice something out of place.”

“And when he did, what happened?”

“They would take me out back, to their training building, and have me do some exercises with them.”

“And when he didn’t notice, and thought you had behaved?”

“They would either ignore me or, if it was a holiday, we will go down to the basement and play a training game.”

“You said that your birthday was three days ago, what happened then?”

“Father noticed one of his papers was on the wrong stand and so we went out to the training building. Later, after we were done, mother asked me a question. I did not want to get in trouble, so I lied to her. She did not know I had lied, but father had already known. In return for being able to do so well with my lie, mother gave me this dress as a gift.”

“Did your mother only give you gifts when you lied?”

“No, she did so if I did good in the training.”

Allesiana looked over at me. Her eyes were sad and she looked like she was about ready to cry. “You are a very nice little girl.”

I slowly nodded. I could tell they were only trying to distract me from what they really wanted to know. Sighing, I softly spoke. “It was yesterday.”
Everyone looked down at me, but I ignored them as I laid down and stared into the fireplace. “I woke up because of the quiet. Mother and father like the quiet and got mad if it was disturbed too much. But it was too quiet because I could hear them moving around downstairs.”

I continued to tell them the story, ignoring their gasps of shock and the tears that covered their faces, and told it all in full. None of them seemed to be all that upset, but each of them were shocked in some for or another. The only person who really seemed sad was Grandfather Lucca and Aunt Enoda.
It was a little under an hour before I finished the story, and Aunt Enoda quickly took me up to my room, promising to bring a doctor later, and tried to usher me into a bath. I adamantly refused and waited for the doctor.

When he finally did arrive, and once everyone else had left, I asked him to do a simple task. Reaching up, I pointed at the smeared blood on my face and neck and looked the doctor in the eyes, “I want you to use this marking and make it into a permanent fixture.”

At first, the doctor was wary and tried to protest, but soon he agreed and so the painful process began.

I would forever bear the mark of my parent’s death. And I would never forget the man who had caused it. With the blood of my parents etched into my skin, I would seek him out and exact the price of what he wrought.
And so began the first step of my disastrous life.