Chapter 1

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    The earliest memory I have of my Scandinavian childhood was chasing butterflies through the meadow that lay below my parents cottage. I don't remember my parents, or how they had looked. Too many years have passed since those days. I chased butterflies for hours, my tiny hands flailing as I tried to catch them. I remember being a happy child, a normal child.     The night I was taken was a blur. I was awoken by my fathers voice, he was yelling at someone, there was fear in his words. I heard my mother crying, then I heard a loud scream. I recoiled in my bed in surprise, becoming scared. My bedroom door burst open and two men came in. They were tall men, dressed all in back. They walked over to me and put a hood over my head, preventing me from seeing any further. I was too scared to fight back so I did as they told me.     That night my childhood as I knew it ended. I became a lab rat, used as a daily experiment.      Marcus Bolton was a genius beyond his time, he was a new era scientist. Bolton's specialty was in weaponry, he created the most advanced. But his best work came with enhanced humans, he created the perfect soldiers. Bolton took children and mutated them to lethal machines, proficient assassins with one hundred percent accuracy and death rates.     From the moment he injected me with his serum I belonged to him. Not every child survived the experiments however, soon he realized the survivors were all from special bloodlines, rare ones. Due to the rarity of the bloodlines Bolton took every child he could find until there seemed to be no more. Although we were few in between, there were enough of us to have several lethal assassin factions. The assassin society later became to be known as The Murtair Order, and the name alone struck fear in the centuries that followed.     Originally humans were the ones that took our wrath. Kings and queens, emperors and later politicians met their deaths by our hand. We fought in great wars, killing anything in our paths. Eventually the humans became terrified of us, as not even witches scared them half as we did.  In those times the world was full of magical and supernatural creatures.     There were vampires, faeries, witches, warlocks, goblins and not so far back the newer creatures showed up like werewolves and all kinds of woodland beings. But none was more feared that the immortals of the Murtair order.     We killed by the masses, dozens fell in minutes underneath our feet. Magic held no sway to us. We were the ultimate weapons.     As children we were trained to be lethal, fight to the death. We were invincible little creatures, we stopped at nothing to finish the mission, not even children were off the table. Killing became second nature to me, it was as normal as eating. The serum gave the ability of immense strength, stamina, immortality, telepathic powers, and rapid healing without pain.      As the centuries trickled by our bodies mutated once more but this time it had regressed. Immortality it seemed could be taken from us after all. We became susceptible to death and in time we succumbed to death one by one.     As our numbers decreased throughout the decades Bolton took us underground and only the richest could call for us and even that became obsolete three centuries ago as we suffered several more loses. We went deeper underground where we only became whispers to the humans after sometime. Only a select few still knew about us, and every now and then we would come up to play.     Since Earth not only held humans, but also inhabited monsters and supernatural creatures, we became in charge of keeping the balance between the races, a most successful effort.     We killed off vampiric pests, killed the most dangerous witches, wizards and wiped out lican packs all in a nights work. Although we were underground our training never stopped, we lived and breathed it. Sometimes the humans would call upon us, the very few that knew of us that is and even then they were not our preferred clients but non the less it gave us something to do. The supernatural beings of the world feared us, they knew once we came they were as good as dead.     My name is Tegan Crow, from the Crow faction, one of three left. I was the first in command, the leader of my team. I was flawless and my skills were unmatched, no one could equal me. Nevertheless, I was still Bolton's property, he owned me.      The day came when I grew tired of Bolton's thuggish and gangster ways. As he eradicated the conflicts of the world through assassination's, we became more and more obsolete. As bored as he was for us now, he still wanted us to serve under him.       I needed a new start.      A bored assassin is a very restless one indeed. I had no emotions attached to my team nor our order, they had made sure of that. A psychopath cares only about themselves and that was the number one box I made sure I checked. Empathy and sympathy were not part of my monster make up.    Although I thrived as a killer, it became a stagnant sport. Every mission we went on it was always the same at the end of it, when would this shit end? I had never lived a life outside the order, I figured it was a time for a change. I knew leaving would only lead them to come find me and retreat me, Bolton did not like losing his property. I had lived for such a long time that sometimes I welcomed death, this wasn't any different.     I was able to stay a step ahead of them for five years, the best I had ever had. I stayed in the shadows coming out once in a while, trying to blend in but mostly I stayed to myself. Of course they eventually found me, the Crows were after me with dedication. They were the best trackers, I made sure of it.     Not having the serum for five years had deteriorated my body, I had to go back at some point and get more. I had an episode the night I sensed them near me in the woods, the attacks were becoming more often. I used the last of my energy to run away from them, I knew I could not fight them all off in my current condition.     That was what led me to that house to begin with. The events after that were a bit hazy. At least I had out run them and lost them and that was all that mattered at the end of it. I would have to run away again and hide out per usual. However, It seemed that destiny had another joke to play on me and it was going to play it out the whole way through. That night with the mutt would change my life forever.
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