Iced Wings

Prologue

Sunlight filtered into his room, more like cell, from the little window provided high above.

He stood gazing outside the window, droplets of water dripping from his wet raven hair and onto his bare chest.

His empty and dull raven eyes were fixed on the birds flying outside.

Call it lame or idiotic but he was jealous. Those birds were so free.

They didn't have to follow others' orders, they didn't have to get tortured, beaten relentlessly.

His eyes subconsciously fell on his scarred torso. He was nine and yet…he was never nine…he was never allowed to be a kid like he wanted…

They didn't have to live in a cage.

But the thing that irked him the most was that, they were not machines. Unlike him, they had their own free will and knew what the heck emotions were. He only knew a few…sadness, despair and some more akin to them.

He was a killing machine, not caring who he killed. There was a time when he used to get nauseous just remembering how brutally he had killed those innocents but not now. Killing came to him just like breathing.

His finger traced one of the scars, gained from the torture dubbed as training by the people of Blood Reaper. He had been enduring all this since he was captured 2 years back…since his family died at the hands of Deliora, a vicious demon, his nightmare.

He had to suffer through all that for all these years until the head of the organization deemed him a full-fledged assassin at the age of 8. It has been 6 months since and he had probably already killed more than a 100 people.

In fact just 2 hours ago he had assassinated a businessman.

Knock! Knock!

He quickly pulled a t shirt over his bare torso, already wearing black shorts, before opening the door.

There stood a man in a tux, smiling eerily at him.

"Raven, I have another mission for you." the man said in a sophisticated tone, handing an envelope to the little kid. "And this time I don't want any kind of disobedience from your side." He warned.

Raven looked down at his feet before facing the man towering over him.

"Killing the mother and daughter wasn't a necessary requirement so I di-!"

The platinum blonde man roughly grabbed the kid's face in his hand, his green eyes menacingly glaring at the kid.

"Did I allow you to speak?"

Raven flinched lightly at the cold tone. He was used to it but he can't help getting affected by it. It always brought back old and painful memories.

He averted his gaze down, not able to make eye contact with the man.

Suddenly he felt himself being lifted above the ground.

Keith, the head of Blood Reaper, had grabbed him by the collar of his tee and raised him up until he was face to face with the kid, effectively choking the other.

"I think I asked you a question, Raven." Keith seethed at him.

Raven gathered his courage and looked directly in the man's eyes, ignoring the pain in his chest.

"Yes sir."

"Will you dare to repeat the mistake you committed?"

"No sir." he gasped through the burning in his lungs.

"Good."

Keith dropped him on the ground. Being the trained kid he was, Raven landed gracefully on his feet. Without wasting anytime, he tore off the side of the envelope and took out the letter inside.

"Listen Raven, this mission requires a great deal of stealth and skill. I trust you and your skills with this one so don't even dare to take it light handedly. One mistake and all my hard work will be in ruins." Keith started, straightening the creases in his suit. "You have to infiltrate a mage guild known as 'Fairy Tail'. Win their trust and once you think nobody is suspicious of you or anything, kill the head. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Go and pack your stuff. This is going to be a long one so pack accordingly. There is some money in that envelope, will be sufficient for you to buy a place and to buy necessities for at least 3 months before you will have to find work and earn it on your own. I don't want to send you money and invoke suspicion."

"Got it."

"You will be heading out tomorrow morning, be on time."

With this Keith walked out, leaving Raven to prepare for his assignment.

What he couldn't see was the smirk forming on the younger's face as the gears in his mind seemed to go mad.

"I will finally…be free…Blood Reaper be damned."

TBC

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