All Chapters of Amphitrite, The Dark Angel. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Mom please do not leave me. Please stay". I cried out.    "Sweetheart, listen to me. Stay here ok, mommy and daddy are going to come back soon. Just stay put!". Mom exclamed and I sniffed loudly.    "Mom p-please do not leave me I'm scared, those men look bad mommy. Please go and call daddy so that we can run away from those bad men". I suggested and she shook her head negatively.    "No Amphitrite! Listen to me my baby girl, just stay here and we will come back soon ok". She insisted and all I could do was nod my head vigorously.    "That's my good girl. Just hide in this wardrobe. Even if you hear a single voice do not come outside. Stay put!". She commanded.    "Just promise me that you are going to come back mommy". I said and she nodded.    "Promise mommy that you are going to stay put Amphitrite. Promise me that you are go

  "Nooo!". I screamed again as I woke up sweating profusely. I just dreamed about how my parents were killed mercilessly by those monsters. I do not think that these nightmares will go away anytime soon but it is good that I'm having these nightmares because they will forever be a reminder of my deadly mission to hurt those that killed my parents in cold blood.    "It is good that you woke up because I was going to wake you up. Here!". Vander said throwing a huge silicon bag in front of me. The bag was filled with clothes, black clothes to be precise and surprisingly I loved them. Seems like black is my favorite color now because I feel like my life is filled with darkness and darkness only. There is no light and there will never be until I punish those monsters for their misdeeds. I will not spare them for what they did to me and my parents. I used to love bright colors like pink, yellow, white... And so on but right now I just hate those colo

  It's been weeks since I have been training with Vander and I think that I'm ready to go to the assassination school but Vander hardly mentions it, maybe I should just confront him about everything. I should tell him that I'm ready to go.    "Um.. Vander, I.. I need to talk to you." I stammered walking into his weapon room while he was sharpening his knife.    "What's it little one?" He asked his attention turned to the knife and I sucked in breath.    "When are you taking me there." I rushed my words and he knitted his brows, "Taking you where?" He asked.    "To the assassination school." I grumbled and he sighed deeply. "You are not ready yet, Amphitrite." He said calmly continuing what he was doing.    "You have been saying that for the past two weeks!" I raised my small voice at him and he dropped the knife whirling his head to look at m

  **Ten years later**   I woke up from my slumber, took a cold bath on a freezing Monday morning. The winter sun peeping through the window, signaling me that the day I have been waiting for is here.    I wore my black boots, my hair strictly tied up in a long ponytail. Even if I hate this hair so much I dare not cut it because Vander restricted me from cutting it short. It's been ten years since I have been in this hell hole, training my sweat out, getting treated harshly but I didn't give up. Everyone else has left including my roommate slash friend Riley and my other friend Henry. They left five years ago but I didn't leave because I wanted to be the best.    I'm the longest reining student assassin here, no one has ever studied in this horrible terrifying school for longer than five to six years which clearly makes me the best assassin in this school. Vander was right about one thing, it's dang

    I took a deep frustrated breath when I stopped the ignition of the car. It's been ten years, ten agonizing years living with the memories of my parents. The memories of their death is still so fresh in my mind, every time I close my eyes I can see them. The tears on their face. The pain. And it makes me more angry, anger is the only feeling that I'm feeling right now. Anger towards those who took my parents away from me and anger towards those who wanted to take Vander away from me.    Pricks of rain falling on the wet green grass. I almost forgot how it feels like to be drenched in the raging rain. My boot touched the ground and then the other, I lost my breath, I couldn't breath. I thought I killed these kind of feelings ten years ago but they are still so fresh, my wounds are not healed yet. Pain.    I felt the rain drops on my skin and I closed my eyes inhaling the scent that I left ten years ago.