His POV

My past, my past, my past was all suffering. I remember all of it like yesterday. Even if I'm a murderous serial killer I have a past too.

3rd person POV

He heard his mother being hit again by his father. He was still surprised how no one had heard his mother shrieking and crying while she got hit by his father.

saying that they lived in a motel with thin walls. Maybe they were just cowards or were just plain cruel? Either way he didn't care, he has no emotions or even a sign of a smile, neither a relationship with any living thing.

He knew that he wouldn't have to live this way much longer.

8 years later

Age:18

Name:unknown

Birth:unknown

Affiliation:unknown

Job:unknown

Hair color:unknown

Eye color:unknown

Height:unknown

Parents/Guardians:Galaey, unknown

"There we go, you're now in the clear also what is you name? It didn't even say anything about you apart from what I see." The man asked. His question was replied by silence.

"Okay, as you may know you work for me now. I pay you you do the job it's a simple as said." Said the man.

"Silent type eh? Good, a smart mouth gets you here same for being messy on the job." He said, while he pressed a button, which had dropped several bodies with their bottom jaw teared off.

"Get the jig? Great, now take the envelope and finish your first job,"
He ordered, Then added with sarcasm, "and try not to leave any witnesses will ya? I have enough jaws on my shelf." He took the envelope and left without one word said, he was already excited for his first contract.

He entered his dad's room where as usual his dad passed out on his chair with his beer bottles next to him.

His POV

I walked over to where my father left his key for his truck. I stole his truck key without a sweat, which was more then pleasing to not have to kill him now.

I got in my father's truck and started the engine.

My first stop was the grocery store.
Oh, yes, my favorite employee and friend who's mute.

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*BACK TO THE FUTURE*
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His na.......was....HIS NAME................
I don't remember his name.....it'll come back I'm sure it will.

I don't want to remember anymore. Remember who you are and what you are? No get out of my head!

I don't want to remember get out of my head! Please no not again...
...................I can't take it anymore.....
............................................I'll just go to.....a elders home. That sounds like a good idea easy but also fun.
Hehehe, I can't wait the flesh and bittersweet taste of there corpse rotting at my very feet.

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Sorry I haven't had any confidence to update this book, but hey its here now so yeet.

See ya later alligators.