Revenge is a dish best served cold. I was only 8 years old when my parents got burned alive.The guy was dressed in an all black suit. The suit was as sharp as a blade. I watched from the stairs as he drenched both of them in gasoline.
As he walks out the door he stares at me and drops a lit lighter on the floor causing the entire living room to burst into flames, including my parents. I quickly ran up the stairs and escaped out of the back balcony. I realised my life would never be the same. Ten years later, I get a call from an unknown number. The guy explains how he was a good friend of my mom and dad.
He gives me an address and tells me to get there by 8 o’clock pm. He gave me no explanation as to why i must go there. A few hours later I arrive at the destination. It was a huge mansion with expensive cars parked outside. I rung the door bell shortly before he opened the door. ‘Welcome, please have a seat, I have to talk to you about something very important’, he said.
He had a Versace robe on that had Charlie custom stitched into it. I assumed that was his name. I asked, ‘Why am I here?’ He goes, ‘I know who killed your parents’. At that time he had told me the whole story about what my parents did, what they got into, and why they were killed. It turns out my parents were two of the best assassins in the world.
Little did I know I would be following into their footsteps to avenge their deaths. Charlie trained me to be a professional assassin. 8 months later, I was ready. I found out where my parents killer was. He was at a club. He didn’t know what was about to hit him. I walked in and spotted him.
He was having more drinks than he could handle. I get close to him as if i was a normal dude about to buy a drink. I looked him in the eyes, the same way he looked at me before he burned my parents alive. No one noticed, but I quickly pulled my suppressed baretta out, and shot him 3 times in the stomach. I quickly ran through the crowd as everyone was dancing and lights were flashing everywhere.
I managed to escape out of the front door, and pulled off quickly in my red Jaguar. A year later, I was leaving out of my house. As I arrived to my car to go to work, two men dressed in black suits grab me. They showed me theirs badges and told me I was under arrest. Next thing you know, I was found gulty for murder and was thrown in jail for the rest of my life. Although I killed the bad guy, they looked at me as if i were the bad guy.