《The Assassin's Journey to Become the Strongest》


 The new target

    A shadow snuck it''s way into my house. The shadow already left as soon as I sensed it. On my blue bed sheets was the white letter, my next target. I opened the letter and saw the picture of my next target.


    The picture had many people in it with one specific man circled in red ink. The man looked about forty years old with a comb over. Black hair and clouded green eyes and wrinkles flaunting his age. He looks blind, his unfocused eyes weren''t looking no where in particular and a cane was in his hand. I searched for the little card that always came with the new targets. A little information was always helpful, I dug my fingers inside to find the card.


    Damien Jameson, a blind business men, I was right. My eyes skimmed through the words specifying important details such as his daily schedule, address, and connections. This guy was particularly weird, all his last clients that seem to oppose or disagree with him disappeared.


    I looked at the photo once more looking at the man''s face specifically his smile. It seemed fake, I don''t like the feeling I get from this guy.


    I grab my lighter and burn the picture and card inside my ash tray. The picture burned into nothingness and I got ready for the night to come. I wrapped my breasts with gauze to hide my gender. Then I dressed in black pants and shirt with thick gloves. My short blond hair tied and tucked under my mask I put a black hoodie over the shirt and pulled the hood up. Then I put in my black contacts to hide my grey eyes. I looked in the mirror trying to see if I could see any information that could give me away, nothing. Then the darkness of night came.


    Satisfied I climbed out of my window weapons hidden. I drive towards my targets house in the middle of a woodsy area. I do not like the feeling I got from this target so I did a few more precautions the usual. I hopped out of my car at least 8 blocks away. I walked in the shadows avoiding the contact with the street lights.


    Then the woods came into my view. I jumped into the woods and climbed one of the tall trees that were here. When I was sure no could see me I stripped the black hoodie off hiding it in a small hole in the tree. Then I moved carefully tree to tree deeper into the forest. The trees got bigger then before and could support my already light weight more easily. My lips quirked up behind my mask as I saw the targets house. The house was a dark brown that blended in with the trees small and not extravagant in the slightest way.


    Slight rusttles could be heard the movement alerted me as I pull out my gun. I point it to the left of me where I heard the sound. My left hand sliding down my side for the handle of my dagger. As i look around I see cameras, the cameras move left and right and we''re cameras were ones I was familiar with. They were X0732''s cameras specifically made to pick up sounds. They alert the master of the camera with a device.


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    I my breathing threatened to get louder and for one of the few times during missions I was on edge. I needed a way to disable the cameras, but there are so many. I slowly move the hand at my side trying pull the dagger out the dagger pulls out a loud slash sound ringed through the air.


    My body froze dagger now in hand, then I ran. I got up from my spot and climbed my way through the trees as quietly as possible. I ran closer to my targets house trying to get as far away from original position as quietly as possible. Now far away from the original position I was almost in front of the targets house. Now, a small light was coming from one the rooms. Squinting one of my eyes I saw the figure of the target.


    I reached for the scoped rifle at my back and closed one of my eyes. As the targets body came into focus I aimed at the very back of his head. Then I pulled the trigger, two shots came towards the targets head and the brain splattered on the wall. Then a bug bit me my shoulder. A bug?


    I looked at my shoulder to find a bullet lodged in my shoulder. I bolted upwards dropping the rifle and ran through the forest. The falling leaves crunched under my feet as the cameras went haywire. Someone ran after me still shooting. I ran in zigzags and tried pulling out my handgun. The cold metal reached my hands and I shot behind me still running in zigzags. The sound of bullets flying boomed in my ears.


    Adrenaline ran through my veins and my head was pounding. I ran as fast as I could trying make it out alive. The crunching of leaves eventually stopped behind me and I didn''t stop running. I ran out of amo and kept running trying to reach my car.


    Then I heard the booming sound reach my ears. I blinked as time seemed to go through slow motion and the bullet flew towards my heart. I wanted to dodge to the right, for the bullet to miss. But I was to slow and couldn''t turn back time. The bullet went straight into my chest and dug into my heart.


    I blinked slowly as I felt really tired. The figure focused and unfocused a blurred mess. I felt like I was drunk then I caught a glimpse of my killer. Green eyes that were now focused and no longer cloudy. The short black hair and a face full of wrinkles, Damien Jameson, my killer.


    He looked down a string of saliva spat at my face as he grinded his footon my chest wound. A wicked grin hanging on his face as intelligible words were heard. I feel really tired and I couldn''t move my limbs.


    I''m scared beyond belief, I can''t control my body. As i thought about death about being non-existent and not being able to think or do nothing. A little tear streamed down my masked face as complete darkness replaced the already dark night.

 This useless emotion called love

    I felt nothing as I tried to lift my hand, and i tried again  but nothing. I didn''t control my body anymore, it wasn''t a part of me anymore. Then I realized I couldn''t feel anything at all. I couldn''t smell anything and the smallest things such as my breath have I never missed more. My hearing and sight wasn''t any much better.


    I was only able to think and it was absolute torture. But was I dead? I couldn''t tell. Death was supposed to make you supposed to make you non-existent. A measly memory in people''s mind. I don''t think I am dead, I was just surrounded in darkness.


    As time passed I got more and more used to this darkness. Even the eerie feeling of not being able to hear was not as scary. I even maybe got comfort from the isolation. All I did when I was awake was kill. Blood was a simple sight just like a breath I took. My own blood was something I was used to. I was in taking several steroids for maximum performance during missions. I only caught a glimpse of ''normal'' when a few newbies were imported in.


    One specific child wanted to get close to me. He said he wanted to be my friend, a weird concept of people that communicate with each other with no particular benefits. He was very strange, he didn''t seem to understand that he would die in a few days if he continued on like that. His name was John. I predicted the future, in the next month''s death match I killed him. His blood was warm and a very pretty red, he was the very first human I killed.


    I was five and he was maybe a seven year old. Is this what he felt when he died? I guess it must have been scary. Then suddenly I felt a light under my close eyes. Eyelids? I felt light come through more clearly and my eyes holed open. But I was very weak, my body didn''t follow my commands properly.


    I tried to test my voice out and instead of my usual monotone voice a squeaky voice came out.


    "Mew!"


    I looked around in alarm or at least tried too. My head felt so heavy and rotated as it pleased. Now that I think about it I couldn''t feel my hands or feet. I struggled to look down to see snow white paws.


    "Child don''t be so restless you still have a few days to rest."


    A beautiful voice was heard a woman with silky white hair spoke to me. Why did i have paws? Child? What child? Where am I? But this woman she really was very beautiful, white translucent skin, long silky white hair, two long streaks of red on her cheeks and red eyes?! This woman had really bright red eyes the color of blood matching red lips followed. This is so strange.


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    "Mew! Mew! Mew!" I let several mews in distress.


    The beautiful woman stroked my head in a soothing manner. Her red eyes hypnotized me the color seemed to drill it''s way into my mind. Once noticing my drowsiness a small smile formed on her red lips.


    "Sleep now, mommy will teach you later."


    Teach me what? And mommy? I let out another small mew before I slept again.  I was once again in darkness, the thing that comforted me for so long. I was now an animal but more importantly alive?! That woman a dressed herself as my mother. I sift through my memories and rembered that child again. He told me he missed his ''mommy'' very much frequently when he had came.


    He also told me about how much he loved his mother. I never had a mother so I don''t know what they exactly do. But John would tell me about how much ''love'' they have for their children. That was another concept he had, love, an emotion. It was also useless, too bad he didn''t realize it sooner, he was entertaining while he lasted.


    Does this supposed mother of mine have this useless emotion called love? Or is she a smart person and discarded a useless emotion. I once asked a tester about love, I got punished. They cracked black whips on my back until I bled. Then rubbed salt on the wounds, a common punishment when you messed up.


    I remember how the tester was furious and his face turned an ugly shade of purple. He spat as he yelled at me and asked me where I learned that word. I told him John''s code number and then he barged out of the room. I remember coming back before John but not before a slap to the face, and a lecture on word.


    ~"love is a useless emotion! Never even think of it! It blinds you, stealing away any chance of ever having success on a mission! If i ever hear you speak of it ever agajn you will be dead where you stand..."~


    That''s when I realized how useless love was. John never explained what it was but I was thankfully warned of its stupidity. I felt several memories of my life, or rather my past life pan through my mind. The ultimate failure of a mission is death. And that''s exactly what I did I died, even though my instincts warned me I still died.


    Fuck you Damien I hope you crash and burn in hell! A slight growl erupted from my tiny throat, and I stirred in my sleep. As I felt my eyes open slowly and a subtle light was seen in front of me as bewitching red eyes stared into my very soul.

 The world will never be the world without bloodshed

    Right before my eyes the woman transformed into an animal. Her face elongated into a muzzle shape as the rest of her body twisted and crackled. Not one scream of pain came from her mouth as she mormphed into a creature.


    I tried to back away as far as possible from the woman, or now a monster. My new body was a weak one, it did not listen to anything I commanded it to do. This furry body was a weakness. Several pacthes of silver fur puffed out from her skin, it looked excruciatingly painful.


    Suddenly the crackle of bones stop and all that was heard was the the several whimpers I cried out. Blood red eyes even more enticing than before stared at me. The monster took a step towards me and I tried to move, this body was not helping me. As i tried looking for a way out I noticed an extra fluffy tail gracefully swing around the woman''s form. Then I notice another, and another, an another, till I noticed all nine of the tails swinging about.


    The ears on my head perked up twitching with new found curiosity. I must be seeing things, a woman who turns into a beastly creature? A fox with nine tails of all numbers? Dying and reviving I can partially accept, but this it''s absolutely impossible.


    The woman layed down on her stomach close to my side wrapping several of her tails around my small body. Alarmed I try to inspect the tails verifying if they''re genuine. I swatted at her tails seeing if they would respond. The tails danced around avoiding several of my advances. Eventually I gave up as I grew more and more aware of how restricting this body was.


    I looked around analyzing any important details. Currently I am in a a fairly large cave where I have been since I have revived. The fox woman still curled up next to me. The cave was dark and had a few strange things inside.


    First, there were several small pools of mint green liquid. At one point the fox woman had a cut on her paw. Blood was  leaking out of the wound and she submerged the wounded paw in the strange substance. A few seconds later she pulled her paw out and the cut disappeared, no trace of blood was could be seen. The woman the trotted away happily and wasn''t surprised in the slightest.


    Second peculiar thing, the cave itself. In the small amount time I have been here the cave seemed to have a mind of its own. The cave was something like a sponsor, at the most convenient times things always went the woman''s way. If I noticed I was hungry, I would yelp at my ''mother'' and a small rat would immediately appear in front of my face. This was no coincidence, it has happened in several instances.


    Mother licked my body clean as I looked around. To be honest the licking did not bother me much an odd sense of comfort washed over me. It wasn''t like I could actually have a chance of escaping anyway. Mother has not actually transformed back into the beautiful woman again. I wonder which is actually her, the fox or the human woman.


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    As she continued licking me I try and get up. I try and use my hind legs to support my body. I struggle using all four of my limbs as nine tails add to the burden of balancing my self properly. Shaky legs I manage to stand up, granted that I am not moving not that impressive but it''s excepted.


    Mother stopped licking and sat up looking expectantly at my shaking form. I take one step with my front leg ,the stubby leg wobbled as I went. I take another with the other front leg then repeat with my hind legs. Mother''s red eyes twinkle with admiration seeing my tiny figure walking, walking very terribly yes, but still walking.


    I wobbled my way around a small part of the cave. I repeated this for several minutes before I actually was steadily pacing around the cave. My mother followed my movements, the blood red eyes following me as I scurried about. Taking a whiffs of the cave''s ground I smell several things. My sense of smell spontaneously increased in efficiency, I sniffed several things around the cave.


    A foul unfamiliar stench reached my nose, the smell was disgusting, that was saying alot regarding that fact I''ve except rented fort hand many things. My head whipped in the direction of the source. Mother seems to have noticed aswell as I wacthed as her black lips curl upward revealing the dangerous fangs hidden underneath. The ground shakes as a loud booming sound follows. The force knocks me of my my feet and I fall to the ground as the large tremors and ear blasting Booms grew closer.


    Mother glances in my direction, a cold glint her eyes mixed with a hint of determination. Two of mother''s white tails suddenly reach for my small body and tosses me into the mint green liquid. Surprised I flail around in the pool trying to get away from the strange liquid. A warning look was sent my way with blood red eyes. I stared bordely but stayed put, the way I am that woman can easily over power me with a simple flick of the wrist. I had no strength to defy this woman.


    The violent tremors grew near and a final look was sent my way once again. Loud ragged breathing was heard as a large burly monster stood in front of her mother. The creature was built with huge bulging muscles and a huge strong body. Several times larger than mother the creature snorted in disdain. The creature let out a low sounding roar, as it''s mouth opened an unfortunately familar sent reached my nose. That foul stench was actually coming from the creature''s mouth.


    I covered my sensitive nose with both paws in dismay. I glance over at mother seeing her nose wrinkled in disgust. She sat there all nine beautiful nine tails sprawled across the ground. Her cold eyes stared into the beast''s a hint of disapproval reflected in them. A glow radiated from her body as her as cracking sounds echoed once more through the cave. As she shifted and bones cracked the large creature sung it large arm around her mother''s vulnerable body.

 The world wouldnt be the world without bloodshed Pt.2

    The arm gripped on mother''s human body. The glowing aura around her suddenly grew into a blinding light. I could barley see anything, two silhouettes outlined in the light. The smaller of the two charged after the large figure slamming it''s elbow into it. The large figure flew into the wall, a loud slamming sound could be heard.


    The blinding light slowly started to fade. As my vision grew clearer I could make out the blood filled scene. Mutilated body parts covered the wall as pacthes of dark fur fell to the ground. Dark red blood pooled around the now dead creature. As I glance over to mother I see not a speck of blood could be seen on her. Snow white clothes not tainted in anyway contradicted the gory wall.


    I stared at mother in amazement, a simple move destroyed this creature to bits. The creature was barely even recognizable, did she even use all her strength? I replayed the scene in my mind, the speed of her attack aswell of strength was no joke. But, she elbowed the creature, what if she had a weapon? I shivered at the thought. This mother of mine was looking more and more like a devil than an angel.


    Mother then looked at the wall suddenly realizing something. Her sensual red lips jutted outwards, is she pouting?! I think I almost tipped over. This was way to anticlimactic, was there even a reason for her to pout?!


    "Hah... and here I thought my first fight in a while would be fun.." Mother let out a sigh in disappointment.


    That was her damm reason?! I lay down my tails thumping on the ground in annoyance. I stared angrily at the floor trying to cool down. Was this woman stupid? Too frustrating, she succeeded so why is he complaining? I felt two pairs of eyes on me so I look up, mother''s beautiful red eyes stared at me. I yipped at her and she smiled. I stared at her smile, too pretty! She''ll never be able to blend in a crowd, she must be struggling with missions.


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    A hand came flying to my face, it stung. I cupped my face with my hand and stared into deep soulless eyes.


    " You incompetent bitch!" Another slap came flying to my face. This one had a lot of strength to it, I fell down to the floor. My tester was very angry with me this time. I failed a mission.


    " I apologize for being incompetent, sir" I stood up again giving my tester a bow. My tester was one of the tamer ones, I appreciated my luck when I had him. My bunk mate had an extremely violent tester. She failed to missions in a row, so she got tourture slowly until she died.


    I think she deserved her fate, a mission was everything. There are no exceptions for failures here. A mission correlated to your worth, if you failed missions constantly you were trash, not needed, worthless. I felt my ribs Crack, the pain was unbearable. My eyes became moist, tears wanted to fall but I held them in.


    " I am a fair man, so I''ll give you one more chance. Do not fail me otherwise, you''ll die."


    My tester glared at me arrogantly, his large fist still in my ribs. I look up at him and bowed once more showing my gratitude. I wince as a searing pain rushed through my body.


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    "Thank you very much for your benevolence sir!" My eyes flamed with determination, now lack of any sign of tears. My tester glanced at me and spat on my short blonde hair before walking away. I stayed in that position until I heard the metal door shut.


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    Mother''s long slender finger petted my white fur. Her blood red eyes softened as I responed to her touch.


    "Hmm little one I think I have neglected to name you..." Her words dragged off as she seemed in deep thought. Absent-mindedly petting my fur she hummed to herself. Finally a minute or two passed before mother spoke. " Jasmine I shall name you Jasmine.." Mother smiled at me before a kiss was planted on my head.


    Jasmine? Jasmine, my name... Huh, a name, what a rare thing. My mother has been here and has given me a name, how strange. The name of a plant is my name aswell? Mother you could have done much better. I wagged my tails in hidden delight at my name.


    Back at the lab few of us even had names. John was one of those selected few. I on the other hand had a code number. We are identified by this code number and it basically organized us. My code number was 1,000. I was the thousandth child documented in the lab. John had asked me my name several times and I finally answers him out of bordem. Surprised he asked if I wanted one.


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    "Well do you want a name?" John smiled up me, one of his teeth missing.


    "No." I flatly replied.


    "Why not?" John asked interested.I stayed silent and stared blankly into space.


    John stumped stayed silent looking around the white padded room awkwardly. He twiddled his thumbs for a few seconds before rocking himself back and fourth. Johnson jumped from thing to thing in awkward silence before finally mustering the courage to ask me again.


    "Why don''t you want a name?" This time his voice was firm.


    "Pointless..." I whispered.


    "Huh?"


    "Pointless, names are pointless. They do not help you in anyway. No stunning possibilities anywhere." I turned away from John and layed on the scracthy cot. As I closed my eyes a comfortable silence then lulled me to sleep.


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    "Ah..., you seem to like it. Isn''t hat great Jasmine?" Mother continued to stroke my fur, a pleasant smile adorned her face.


    "Yip!" I unconsciously responed.


    This woman is dangerous, that pretty face of hers strayed from her true nature. Was this a manipulation technique? That would be very useful, a child following you at every beck and call. I stared at mother face once more wary of how this woman would raise me. All I can do for now is try to grow as strong as possible for now. Then I can escape from this bizarre mother of mine.

 The woman who lost her brain

    1 week later...


    Currently mother has bring me to a cliff. The jagged rocks were split in two, creating a deep ravine. I stared at the bottom before I sent a questioning gaze towards mother.


    "Listen Jasmine, you''ll have to back up in under five minutes."


    Without warning her pale hand reaches for the back of neck. Now dangling dangerously close to the ravine a smile forms on mother''s face. Her words finally registered in my head. One small wave and I''m falling. This crazy bitch! There is now way I can survive this fall. The wind blows my face and I squint my eyes. I almost at the bottom of the ravine! Small yet surprisingly strong claws grip at the rocks.


    Loud scraping sounds echoed as I finally got a grip on the rock. My furry arms clawing at the rocks for some support. A few feet up now the rock makes a sickening crack. The rock''s splitting. I hurriedly grasp each nook and cranny trying to get up the cliff. Mother wacthed me no emotion radiating from her red eyes.


    A chunk of rock flies past me hitting the floor a few seconds later. Fur standing up I rush up to the top with a few feet of noticeable progress. A blue light noticeable above me I turn my attention upwards. A ball of blue flames in my mother''s hand. The blue ball dancing on her palm the corner of red lips quirked up.


    A bad feeling in the pit of my gut. I focused on climbing once again. A few good more leaps and I would be at the top. Several more chunks of rock fell around staining my white fur. The blue ball being juggled around had me on edge. The flame dangerously getting closer towards me with each toss.


    A white paw grasped the edge of the ravine pulling itself up. Nails dragging against the rough rock cutting into it easily. Another skinny paw latched on followed by a round head and fluffy body. I had finally reached the top. Panting I greedily gasped for the fresh air. Body sprawled on the ground my only movement being my body taking in breaths.


    "Ahh, Jasmine I said under five minutes you know?" Mother sighed in a seemingly regretful voice. Damm wench.


    The blue ball in her hand floated gently towards my body. The flame brushing against me, my white fur now singed. I jumped alert wary of the blue ball once more.


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    "For disobeying mother punishment must be in order." I silently cringed at the word punishment. A flash of memories in my brain pass through. What in the world could this woman''s punishment could be? She wasn''t even a human, a monster,  in fact maybe she was even a demon.


    Flash back~


    Thick calloused hands wrapped around my neck, choking me. The grip tightened and loosened at random spurs. I feel a little light headed am I going to die? The hands suddenly let go and a shot of pain came at my hip. A loud smack resonating through the room. A warped scream escaped out my mouth. The scream was covered by the sound by another loud smack to my hip. I couldn''t see, a black screen filled my vision. In a way the darkness was strangely calming.


    The strikes changed direction depending on how much I scream. It also depended on your tester. My tester loved absolute obedience, his satisfaction was my screams. The sadistic smile I''d see brightened the most when punishment was in order, in other words almost everyday. He''d seemed to like it when I was in pain. A sudden smack to the back of my head stopped my thoughts, but not before a stream of blood flowed through my dry cracked lips.


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    I closed my eyes waiting for the impact, and surprised to feel a slight knock to the head. Slowly peaking through the cracks of my eyes I see mother with her delicate fist closed and a smile on her face.


    "Double training is in order!"


    Looking at her with bewilderment, my flattened ears raised from my skull. Is that it? I look around slightly confused. The smile still on her face she picks my small body up not bothering with the dirt. With the snap of her fingers the blue ball extinguished, leaving no trace of it''s past presence. Even more dumbfounded I stay on guard only for nothing to arrive.


    Has this woman lost her brains? A defective product should be either thrown or punished. Has she no common sense either? I stay still while cradled in her arms confused of her almost complete dismissal of a failure.