i don't like this one it doesn't show his character well enough

Jason Anson was a murderer. He never said it out loud, not to himself, not to his sister. He was never caught, he'd been taught better than that. But still, he pulled the trigger.

It was his eighteenth birthday, when he was officially an adult, both by the real world laws and the cult world laws. Lucian told him that he had something planned for him so he could "become a man". Jason knew how this worked. When you turned 18, you either became a soldier for Lucian or mysteriously disappeared. Those that came back from the trip with Lucian had dull eyes, but at least they came back alive.

Jason knew better than to ask Lucian questions. He'd be told whatever he needed to know when Lucian decided he needed to know it. As they reached the end of a seemingly endless drive through the woods, Lucian gave Jason a gun. There was only one gas station nearby, that only seemed to have one worker inside. Lucian pointed at the worker, saying nothing more than "take him out".

Jason did just that.

As he pulled the trigger, he couldn't help but think of his sister. In three short years, she'd be pulling the trigger on the same gun, aimed at a different person. She wouldn't be able to live with herself. Jason didn't know how he'd live with himself.

He watched as the man collapsed to the ground, as crimson blood poured on the floor and soaked his uniform. He did that. His parents did it when they were his age. Samantha would do it when she turned 18.

Lucian gave him a pat on the back, and said he was a man now. Boys don't cry, and men definitely don't. He didn't have a choice. Kill or get killed.

The drive back to the compound was painfully quiet. This was the first time he'd left the compound in years, and he couldn't even enjoy it. The only contact he'd had with their world was removing someone from it.

When they arrived back, everyone was already asleep. Jason went into his small bedroom and began to pack. He didn't even think about it. He needed to get out. He needed his sister to get out.

After packing up his stuff, he entered his sister's bedroom, woke her up, and asked her to do the same thing. She just looked at him for a second, taking in the request and the haunted look on his face, before doing what he asked.

They left that night. They didn't look back.

When Samantha turned 18, instead of executing someone, they cried over Jason's dead body, still bleeding out from a gunshot wound. One bullet to the heart, one to the brain. Just they way Lucian taught them.