Chapter 3

The Road to Hell

P.O.V. Tamashi

I was pissed. First, the tan chick encased me in ice and then she had the gall to believe that I would kill Colbert! She was right, but still. I walked up to Colbert, drew my blades, and put one at his neck.

"Old man, why did you attack me?" I demanded.

"I was protecting my students and I would do it again."

"The road to Hell is paved with good intentions" I started to draw my blade across his throat before I saw 5 kids in a combat stance and one terrified pinkette. I stopped slitting his throat. "You aren't even worth it." I cut his arm tendons. He would be out of commission for at least the walk back.

Flashback: Tamashi

"AGAIN!" roared The Instructor. I took my blades and flawlessly identified every point of the human anatomy that could be used to disable or kill.

"BRING IN SUBJECT 1A!" he shouted. Seriously, this guy had 3 volume settings: Loud, Roar, and Deafening.

The guards led a woman, about 20, through the door. She was obviously malnourished and tortured.

"KIL HER, WORM!" I drew my katanas. I stabbed one into her stomach and one into her brain. It was over before it began.

"THAT WOMAN WAS A HOMELESS PIECE OF FILTH. IF I CATCH YOU EVEN THINKING ABOUT KILLING HER, I WILL BEAT YOU TO DEATH!" He screamed.

"Loyalty or Death." I repeated the mantra that had been drilled into me since I first entered this hellhole. I was a Reaper. Government sanctioned herd cullers. We would be sent to kill the homeless and the disabled.

As soon as the man turned his back on me, I stabbed him. Once in the stomach, and once in the brain. It was over before it even began.

End Flashback

I repeated to myself for the hundredth time, "I am not like that anymore"