Chapter 4- training

Asher Blake Carter

But will I? Will I be able to survive this? Taking a deep breath I start to prepare myself for the hell that is about to unfold.

Getting straight into it we started with working on my physical strength. Walking into a ring I waited for my instructions. " you are to fight until you can successfully take down your appoint. Any thing is allowed" I nodded my head and sighed.

I watched the man's every movement waiting for him to attack. Charging right at me I side stepped him and round house kicked him in the back. I might be young but is still know how to fight. I used to be bullied and learned self defense and such.

Shifting back I watched him get up. Taking this as my chance I ran at him and tried to kick him in the head. Key word tried.

He grabbed my leg and kicked me into the stomach causing me to double over into the ground and start coughing and gasping for air. He continued to kick, punch and hit me.

" enough retry" I got up and tried again.

Final

" again"

Final

" again"

After house of trying I finally won by trusting his arm behind him and kicking him square in the back then putting him in a headlock.

" alright enough. Good job you successfully took him down. That's enough for today go to your room and get some rest"

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Everyday it was the same thing over and over and over again. Training and training and fighting and training.

I was trained by girls for my looks to seduce a man and make is easier to kill. I was taught to throw knifes, hatches, pens, scissors, shards of glass, anything that could kill or hurt someone bad.

I was taught to know different poisons and know how to stage a death be It suicide, assault, robbery gone bad, anything.

And up was good at it. I like to never fail a mission and I never did. If I did the tiniest mess up in training I was punished.

Cuts were what was usually given. Small nicks in places that I could easily hid. Not deep ones but ones that would last a few weeks as a reminder. They never wanted my porcelain skin damages forever. It would cause missions to be harder.

So I became the perfect assassin, the perfect doll, the perfect tool, the perfect shell of a human.

I became death herself.

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