Distaste. That was all I felt when I looked at this tiny school, no one, not even the best assassin would be able to fly under the radar here. Yeah so since I stated the obvious already, I am an assassin. People are born assassins, you can't make regular people assassins, they wind up dead pretty quickly, and that's on easy assignments. Thousands of people around the world are born assassins, only a few hundred are chosen to be assassins, the rest continue their normal lives, oblivious to the fact that if trained they could become a deadly assassin. Me, I was chosen on my seventh birthday, according to Deane they had been watching for the year and seen the… intelligence in me and decided I would be a worthy asset. I was taken that night to my utter shock as only seven years old and no inkling at what the hell was happening, given that over three quarters of the population of the world didn't know about assassins.

At first I was scared and homesick, which was to be expected, but then… as they taught me what I was capable of and what I could do for the world I began to see reason. I was trained for seven and a half years, moving and living around the world to know about anything that could and might be thrown at me while I was on a… task. Half a year later I completed my training and from what I was told and I observed was an incredibly quick learner, it usually took ten years to train an assassin but… I was just more talented I guess, better built for it. For the other half of the year I was assigned a single mentor and travelled around with him, watching him, learning from him as he completed his tasks. Just before the end of the year I was taken back to HQ (Head Quarters) and given my first task, track and destroy Marcus James after I... recovered from an accident I was involved in. It took me a week and a half to track and… dispose him, I broke the record for a first time assassin to track and destroy their target, I was talented. Of course I had a band of… observers watch me on my first assassination, not helping but making sure if I got into trouble they could get me out of it. I didn't need any help, they say it's completely different to anything else the first assignment you go on by yourself but I honestly didn't see the difference. I was still taking out the target, I wasn't getting help and I most certainly didn't need it.

Most children are taken from their families between the age of 6 and 10, any older they become difficult to train and any younger they use resources and can't take care of themselves well at that age, at least most 6 year olds don't wet the bed often. I had completed my training at the age of 15 and a half, the youngest yet, I was released, it was time for my family to 'find me'. I remember the… strain that had put me under, any task they asked me to complete I excelled at it easily, I didn't remember my family that well and… the assassins were my family now, I didn't want to go back to my old family. Until I was eighteen or older though they couldn't really keep me if my training was complete, they didn't like putting minors on the field if they had a choice and as far as they were concerned in all harshness for me to stay at HQ or travel around with another assassin I was just wasting resources where they could be training another.

I smiled when I remembered that day when I had gotten home from 'school' as we called it but it was training for assassination. I had sat in on a class of newbie's and assisted the mentor in that particular area of assassination to teach them. I just taken my shoes off and was making a bee line for the kitchen when I saw the elder assassin, he was sitting my chair in the living room. I remember just stopping and gaping at him, it was a rare thing to see the elder assassin but to have him sit in your chair was the biggest honour. He was an old grey haired man who no longer assassinated but simply watched over the 'Young ones' as he called us and gave us assignments and all that, he managed all that stuff. I dropped to one knee and bowed my head, my eyes wide, I remember thinking "What does the hell does he want?"

He chuckled before he said;

"Rise, little assassin"

I did as he said and found myself watching him, I was totally stumped to as what he would want to see me for.

"I guess you are wondering as to why I'm here?" he asked, I nodded in answer and he continued "So young to be finished training, the world of assassination has never seen anything like you before. I have heard impressive things about you little assassin."

"Thank you." I said nodding, taking a seat on the larger couch

"May I see your blades?" he asked peering curiously at my forearms where my hidden blades were located, wrapped in thick leather

I nodded and unstrapped them, looking at the tan lines I had on my arms before I passed them over, I rubbed at the paler skin. It had been a long time since I had taken them off, I watched him as he looked over the leather that went around my arms before he tried to see the blade. I chucked as he couldn't get them to slide down for him. I walked over and placed my forearm loosely into the cuff, watching as it slid down when I triggered it. I pulled my arm out and stepped back under the gaze of the elder assassin.

"It only works for you?" he asked and I nodded, my cheeks heating up

"I made it myself, it took me a long time before I was happy with the design but now I wouldn't change it for the world." I explained, slightly embarrassed at his praise, was all he wanted to do was praise my skills?

"And the design and care taken form the engraver is exquisite, you did that too?" he asked turning the blades over carefully before passing them back to me

"Yeah, it took a few blades before I got them the way I wanted but yeah…" I trailed off, unsure of how to finish what I was going to say as I slipped them back on

"And how does the mechanism work so only you can operate it?" he asked and I felt myself shift uncomfortably on my feet, didn't exactly want to say. I was hoping to keep it a secret until I finished my tasks or I had enough money and time to open my own shop and craft them myself as custom blades

"Ahh" I started, looking around the room, anywhere but him

"You don't have to tell me, little assassin. I am just a person with a reputation, really I am no different to you or anyone else, you only need to say the word." he said kindly, old eyes twinkling with mischief

"Yeah… I would rather keep that to myself for now thank you but I can make you a pair if you would like" I offered, I was happy enough to make him a pair I just… wanted to keep my skills quiet at the moment

"I would like that," he said, grinning at me like a father would "But I am afraid that's not what I am here to talk to you about. Since you have finished training at such a young and tender age we are needed to send you back to your… birth family."

"What?" I gaped at him, none to respectfully I may add

"You will always be a welcome member of the assassin family but… we think it would be wise for you to seek out your own family and… make ties to them, give them peace of mind that you are very much alive and safe."

"While I understand I respectfully decline, I wish to stay here, this is where I belong now." I said, bowing my head, hoping that submission might help me scrape through to be able to stay

"I am afraid that this isn't up for discussion, little assassin. Until further notice you are to remain at your birth parents house and… blend in, we will give you assignments if any come up in your area. You are to keep training as best you can and keep a low profile, think of it like a temporary placement to record and study the average family." he said, his old eyes taking on a steely undertone, showing that it wasn't up for discussion

"Yes Sir." I said gruffly, feeling betrayed. I don't think I had ever severed as many training dummies in one session as I had that night…