Eliza (aka BLACK ACE)

 🔞🔞The Black Ace🔞🔞

♠️ Chapter 6♠️

 ♠️ ELIZABETH ♠️ 

Sighs! What an exciting life I'm living and the best of it is that, there's no consequences and no responsibility. It may seem unbelievable to some people but in my case, it's the truth. Being alive means enjoying oneself to the fullest and there's no better way to live than to really get on the edge. Everyone has this something in their life that makes them feel alive. Well in my case, there are 2 things that make me feel alive, The first one is killing. 

There's nothing that drives me wild with ecstasy than when I'm sent on a mission to eliminate specific targets. The thrill of killing people doesn't just come from taking them out, it's the faces they make as I choke the life out of them. It's really funny to see the doomed look on their faces after they're dead, I would laugh for hours unstop. Throughout my life, killing is the only thing I've known. I could vividly remember how my killing mania started and it was back when I was a little girl. 

Back when I was a kid, I've always wanted to play with the boys, the girls were not that exciting but the boys were just too much. Seeing the joy in their faces as they played roughly pumped my heart with so much thrill that I couldn't barely control myself but when I tried to join the boys refused and they began to bully me.

After so many days of bullying and insults, I decided that I've had enough. One afternoon, the boys were playing with sticks and I decided to join by force and as usual the boys refused and began to bully me again.

One of the boys who thought he was smart boldly came forward and began to poke me violently with his pointed stick threatening to take out my eyes. As if that wasn't enough the boy started to call me crazy and that was when I snapped. I swiped his stick forcefully and drove the stick into his own eyes right in from of friends.

They all froze with fear as they saw what happened even I stood with shock as I noticed the boy wasn't moving. In that moment, the rest of the boys came after me trying to hurt me but just like their dead friend, I killed them all in that very spot. 

After the bloody massacre , I stood silently in the middle of dead bodies itching my body endlessly. I wanted to call for help but the people hanging around the place took to their heels shouting the word " Witch".

I had no idea what I did at the moment but instead of me to feel afraid or scared, I began to laugh as I stared at the faces of the boys I just killed, I laughed so hard that I fell on the ground rolling on the blood stained sand.

After that, I couldn't remember what happened next but that was my origin story. 

Some may ask and wonder where my parents are but that's just another funny thing. I've never knew or met them and in fact I spent my early childhood at an orphanage home with heartless and cruel caretakers.

The orphanage was the first place I made my first kill. The only person I consider a fatherly figure was King. He was the one that took care of me and made me to become what I am. He gave me all I wanted in life but that also came with a price. 

As soon as King adopted me he brought me here to this organization where I was trained day and night from a very young age. At that time, I wasn't the only one in training, there were other kids, some were even older than me. We all were trained really hard and the training sessions were very very difficult and by the end of the day, I was the sole survivor and the only one that survived the training.  

Not only was I trained in the art of combat, I was also trained how to hack and break codes, disguise myself in plain sight, I was taught the 3 major Nigerian languages which were Hausa, Igbo and Yoruba ; and I was also trained in the art of seduction and love making. As if that wasn't enough, I was also experimented on and transformed from ordinary to super ordinary.

King funded this experiment but the man behind it was Dr. Chidi also known as the mad scientist. He launched a program called Project Genesis and created a serum to enhances human ability in an unprecedented rate. This very program was the very thing that killed every last one of those kids except for me.

The serum worked on me and it made me feel different and made me into a whole new different person. Nobody should get the wrong idea here cause the serum didn't turn me into captain america and my body didn't change at all but what this serum did was accelerate my abilities 5 times than that of a average human.

I was literally stronger, faster and intellectually better than any human on the planet. 

But despite that, I still have issues with my mental state. People think that I'm mental but it's not true. I may act ridiculously at times bur I can't help it. I hear voices in my head and I see things weird things that some people might consider an illusion.

Things would have been fine if people minded their manners but unfortunately they just won't keep their mouths shut. I hate it when people remind me that I'm mentally ill or something. It drives me berserk with the thrill to kill. Whenever someone calls me crazy, it's like a remote control of commanding me to kill them and I find it very difficult to control or resist that impulse. 

So for that reason, the organization hired therapists to help me with my mental health. I was counselled by 15 different therapists all of which were the best in the country and none of them could help me with my condition ; In fact, I happily gunned them all down and I laughed while doing it.

My actions was definitely out of hand I had my reasons for doing what I did. First of all, most of the therapists had this serious look on their faces while counseling me, there was no warmth or a little ray of sunshine on their faces, it was as if they were counseling a dead person. Another annoying thing was they didn't even look at my face to even see how I was doing and their words were somewhat ridiculing and the worse part of all this was they kept mentioning the word "Mental". 

I hate it when I'm being ridiculed or looked down at. It pisses me off but I don't easily show my anger I just camouflage it with laughter and a wicked smile. 

Some of the therapists on the other hand usually counsel me with a smile but it wasn't real. It's easy to tell when someone's is faking something just by looking at their faces and that's what I did.

Putting up a fake emotion or doing anything fake is the worst possible crime anyone could make me do cause anything fake is bad news. Apart from the fake smile, the miserable b-stards had mocking looks on their faces and I just couldn't take it anymore. 

My actions proved it very difficult for the organization to get me a therapist but they managed to hire another one and it so happened to be the very last therapist that managed to stay alive and it was the coming of this therapist that took my life to a whole new level. 

Dr. Dave Moses was the 16th and the last therapist and unlike the others, he was full of warmth and sunshine. When I heard that I was going to get another therapist, I polished pistol nicely eagerly waiting to use it on the poor b--stard. But things didn't go as planned when I laid on my eyes on the guy. The moment I saw him, I got this exciting tingle just like the day I made my first kill, in fact it was more than that. 

Unlike the other therapists, Dave was completely different. His dressing was different, his approach was different, his method of counseling was different. Heck, everything was different about this guy and before long, I was hooked on him.