The Masked Assassin Is A Girl

After the harsh bath, I wouldn't call it a bath but do they care of course not!

We were made to stand in line stack naked, as if bathing all in wasn't enough.

They have us clothes to were seems like they would throw out the one we wore to this underground or something.

When the clothes has been shared respectively, I put in my own shirt real quick and shorts as to not miss anything that would happen with a cloth over my head or with a short stuck to my knee.

Scar man suddenly tapped his hands together gaining everybody's attention at once as most stopped what they were doing while some just slowly pulled there clothes on.

Still mute since I was taken out of the hall, I stared at the man just like everyone else, waiting for the next call of action.

No body wants to die just because they didn't listen carefully to what he is to say.

He lifted his hands up as he saw that all eyes were on him, “ Like I said after your bath you'd be called out and assigned to a section, pointed out actually because we don't have the data of all right now but we would with time.”

Looking around to make sure his message has been passed as not a single pin drop was heard, he smiled.

“Seems like you all are starting to learn the pattern here, that's very good, Now stand in two's!”

Murmur poured into Hall immediately as people started arranging themselves most moved to the left while some moved to the right in a singular straight line.

Fixing myself where there was majority of people I held onto my clothes as the anxiety of this whole day started crashing on me.

Lost both parents in a day, practically kidnapped and dragged to God knows where in broad daylight and police couldn't do shit, now I'm stuck with in a life and death situation.

Feeling my eyes sting with the unshade tears, I straightened and looked forward, I pray I'm selected into a good place I don't think I can survive any more torture.

Scar looked satisfied as he looked across the hall and saw that we did exactly as asked when he was satisfied enough he suddenly brought up his pointy finger at a young naive looking boy who was obviously scared to his wit's as I could see the way his fabric was shaking just cause the scar man pointed at him.

This is pure torture and so against the law of man.

“Come closer boy!”

The man shakily walked closer to scar man and stood with his head down obviously scared to death.

Scar man did a once over at the boy and shoved him to the side, being cut off guard by the push the boy stumbled on his foot and fell with his knees to the ground.

I heard him hiss out in pain but of course he had to swallow it in as he slowly got up and stood where he has been shoved to.

“Stand there for now” with that the scare man keep pointing and assigning is of where to stay.

He divided the sections into four haven't said what each section was for but when his finger suddenly landed on me with that dark roaming eyes of his, my stomach fell.

I felt like the ground should open and swallow me as he gestured for me to move to the naives boy group.

God it better not be the errand group, I hate house chores or anything that deals with cleaning.

When the line already finished and everybody was fixed to a place the scar man looked around pleased with his work.

He walked to the middle and faced is all, “Now it's time for the formal introduction I presume, My name is Kutnetsov, no body better than me if you want to ask for aid or anything here, Come to me.”

Raising his voice a little he continued, “ I am one of the instructor softest if not so I'm giving you the privilege of asking for aid when needed, people here are brutal and nobody bloody cares about your dead mom or stupid dead dad, here you speak for yourself.”

“You fight for what belongs to you, but you have to follow rules if you don't want to end up like Mr. Wanna be earlier.”

With that being said my mind went back to the man who got shot at the shower.

Mr. Scar, well I don't bloody care what his name is but with the scar on his face that's the name I am giving to him.

Clearing his rough throat as he has been talking since we came here, I didn't even see him drink some water or something, he has just been given orders Non stop.

“Here the categories are divided into four, The base, The worker, The watcher, The crafter's.”

Looking around to make sure we got the concept he went on, “ The base fights and goes to seize territories for us just like we did today, cool isn't it?”

Most nodded while some just kept stiff neck like me waiting for the speech to be done.

“The workers, they do the chores here, get paid quite much, if not too much but it's comfortable.”

“The watchers, check the internet browser and tell us what's up, they are our eyes and almost everything after the base, the base are the main worker here though.”

“And lastly the crafter's, they create the weapon we use, though it's illegal but we make our shit, that's why we are undefeated.”

Pursing he suddenly asked a stupid question which nobody bothered mobe a muscle for, Nobody wants a bullet through their skull.

“Any questions?”

The hall was silent as eyes just stared at him, the nerve to ask whether there was question after what we went through today was just plain inhuman.

Noticing that no one wanted to talk, he nodded and looked at the four groups.

Pointing his finger at the one beside us he said, “ This is the crafter's.”

Pointing to the left side where the crying girl was at, her eyes now looked tired and weak as she just looked up meeting my gaze I looked elsewhere, not my fault she's scared.

“Here are the Workers.”

Pointing to the right sides people he looked at them a little too much before he said, “ These are the Watcher's.”

Then he stared at our group narrowing his eyes as he stared at all of us then his gaze landed at me and a smirk made its way to his lips as they raised up to talk.

I gulped already knowing the words that would leave his lips.

“These are the base, Our new generation Warriors!”

Shutting my eyes the only words I could say even in a time line this was, “I’m So Fucked?!”