My Confessions
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,751
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction, the characters herein are my own creation, no money is made from this story, any resemblance to real people is coincidental
My Confessions
Please review, about to head to bed but will finish this chapter soon. This chapter is about half done, more chapters will follow.
I killed someone today, it wasn't the first time.
These are my memoirs, a confession to save my soul and get me out of this life, a no holds barred account of my life.
An account that will be the signature that signs my death warrant, by writing this i may aswell of signed my death warrant in my own blood.
My name, not so important right now, first my life story then my name.
I have no family or so I thought but thats for later.
My friends - some kill for money, some kill for fun, some are just fucked up.
Me - I'm just a fucked up 14 year old kid, a hitwoman/a serial killer, but mostly just a kid just doing what she was taught, a kid who's not even human, I don't know where home is, but i hear it calling me and all i've ever really wanted to do is go back there but I know its not possible, how can you go somewhere when you don;t even know where that somewhere is.
I don't know how or why I ended up on earth but I did, I blend in, I look human but I'm not, I was trained from a young age to kill, to torture, to make and dispose of bombs.... amongst other things.
I was 5 when they first put a gun in my hand and told me to shoot, I didn't want to but I did, over the years I developed a taste for it, I began to enjoy killing, I escaped the men who held me captive and trained me, using everything that they had taught me against them to escape, one by one I have hunted them down and killed them, but thats the end of the story I need to go back to the beginning.
Back to my earliest memory.
I killed someone today, it wasn't the first time.
These are my memoirs, a confession to save my soul and get me out of this life, a no holds barred account of my life.
An account that will be the signature that signs my death warrant, by writing this i may aswell of signed my death warrant in my own blood.
My name, not so important right now, first my life story then my name.
I have no family or so I thought but thats for later.
My friends - some kill for money, some kill for fun, some are just fucked up.
Me - I'm just a fucked up 14 year old kid, a hitwoman/a serial killer, but mostly just a kid just doing what she was taught, a kid who's not even human, I don't know where home is, but i hear it calling me and all i've ever really wanted to do is go back there but I know its not possible, how can you go somewhere when you don;t even know where that somewhere is.
I don't know how or why I ended up on earth but I did, I blend in, I look human but I'm not, I was trained from a young age to kill, to torture, to make and dispose of bombs.... amongst other things.
I was 5 when they first put a gun in my hand and told me to shoot, I didn't want to but I did, over the years I developed a taste for it, I began to enjoy killing, I escaped the men who held me captive and trained me, using everything that they had taught me against them to escape, one by one I have hunted them down and killed them, but thats the end of the story I need to go back to the beginning.
Back to my earliest memory.