We were never more than children. Children playing with things too dark, too deep and far too dangerous for us to ever comprehend. But that never mattered; not to them because they were heartless and never to us because it was just unthinkable. Because we were too innocent and naive to ever believe the truth.
The truth that we were only bred for one thing.
We became the best assassins in the history of the world
Children, not yet reached puberty, who could recite 537 different lethal poisons, who could pick up any gun and hit a needle from fifty meters back, who could kill a man in 69 different ways in less than 3 seconds.
Children who looked utterly cherubic, with rose petal cheeks and big sparkling eyes of emerald sapphire topaz but never garnet, though that would have been so much more fitting designed to charm.
Designed to be loved.
Funny how, of all things, that was the one thing in the world we could never be.














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"...the great tragedy of the world is not that people suffer, but how much they miss when they suffer. Nothing is quite as depressing as wasted pain, agony without an ultimate meaning or purpose." ~Fulton Sheen
still awesome!
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you...you are the reason i exist. to prove to the world that impossibilities don't exist.
Children playing with things too dark[,] too deep[,] far too dangerous for us to ever comprehend.
Because it's already a sentence fragment, you can actually remove "and" entirely in favor of commas, which adds for a brief pause and a stronger re-entry in the read.
Also, while on the subject of sentence fragments, be careful not to have too many of them. It's similar to listening to music, if all of the notes are accented, then none of them sound accented. With this many fragments, you lose the strength they provide in comparison to complete sentences.
Fix that up, and I think you've got yourself a good opening here.
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"That's right kiddies, don't drink or you'll end in gaiou's scraps and people will make fun of your ass" - =Thiefoworld
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"...the great tragedy of the world is not that people suffer, but how much they miss when they suffer. Nothing is quite as depressing as wasted pain, agony without an ultimate meaning or purpose." ~Fulton Sheen
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you...you are the reason i exist. to prove to the world that impossibilities don't exist.
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~D
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