Born To Kill...

Year 2085
Day 2223
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America, the most well-known country for its assassin's and undercover agents. Things have changed gradually since the escape began. Me...the most wanted and the most known assassin of all time is planning her next kill. Let me fill you in a bit more about me.
My name is Kira Monroe but I go by the name of 'Shadow'. Well just to let you know that is what the government call me seeing as they have never been close enough to see me or just never stayed alive long enough to know me. My father was murdered and my mother is missing. I was taken in by a stranger at the age of nine who I now call my boss except I am starting to doubt who's side he is on. I would say I over use my gun but I also have a dagger which I use if I want my targets to feel the pain and is good if im in the mood for a messy kill. My hair is shoulder length, dead straight and blacker than black which brings out my green eyes even more. I keep fit and I am strong both mentally and physically, I can climb the highest buildings and kill the strongest men. I keep to myself most of the time and do not mix with the public. I have my own space which is currently underground but I'm always on the move. The word 'mercy' is not in my dictionary and so I do not show it to anyone on my 'death list'.
I began training at the age of 12 and I have never gone to school but I still can read and write. I have just turned 19 and my long list of enemies is just getting longer. I have to admit, the assassins are loosing at the moment. More and more of us are being sentenced to death. More and more of us are being caught. There arn't many places for us to hide anymore and I have been doing this for over 7 years and I have never come across another assassin except for my boss but he doesn't do the dirty work...I do. The day my father was murdered and my mother was kidnapped - I was taken to a place, somewhere far away. I only remember fragments of it. And nearly every night I have a dream. Each dream I have of it shows a little more of my past which I have struggled to remember. But I do remember one thing - the most important bit. I remember men in long white labcoats. How I was strapped to a bed. The pain running through me like fire as they inserted some sort of substance into my blood. After that they engraved four numbers into my skin - 1708 - The numbers are still there now. Whenever I look at them I remember exactly why I have turned out like this. James Trevor, my boss said he found me in a car wreckage. Apparently the same people that done this to me, crashed but I was the only one that survived. He says as I grew up he saw changes in me, he knew what I was. He knew what they done to me. He knows what I am capable of but he still took me in and he still raised me to be what I am now. I do not feel fear. I do not feel pain. I do not feel love. Well actually I have never felt it before. I do not feel sympathy for the people I kill. The government know what they done to me and they know I am not normal. But now they will experience the fruits of their labour. I promised myself that before I breathe my last breath they will all die for what they have done to me. The quest to find my mother is still going and I will not stop under anything.