Username: iJellybean
Name: Magmum
Gender: Male
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Dear Book,
I met a woman today. It was the weirdest thing. I was sitting on the curb outside the school. She pulled up in a black car with dark tinted windows. She opened the door and told me to get in, that she would change my life. I don’t know why I listened, I almost never do, but I got in.
We drove around for hours and she talked to me about my life. I kept trying to ask how she knew so much, but she told me if I couldn’t learn to listen that I would have to get out of the car. She knew things I’ve never told anyone. She promised a different life; one where I would never have to be afraid again because I would be in control. She said that eventually, once I had the proper training, that people would fear me.
She said I could think about it, but I told her I didn’t need to. I want out. I’m sick of this life. I’m sick of trying to figure out ways to make sure I survive the night. I like the thought of people fearing me. I’ve been afraid for so long, it’s time to turn the tables.
She said to think carefully because once I make the choice I can never go back. I told her I don’t have anything to lose. I’m not even myself anymore. I told her that too…that I don’t know who I am anymore. She said I can be whoever I want. She said to start with my name and we will build from there.
I like that idea. I’ve spent a long time looking for a new name, but none of them quite fit. So I chose a word that isn’t usually a name: Lexicon. It means an entire vocabulary, kind of like another word for dictionary. I like it. It fits, because the new me won’t be able to be defined.
Dear Book;
This will likely be the last time I write for a while. I leave the academy today. I have my first target’s name on a piece of paper in an envelope. The envelope also contains a map, plane tickets, identification, documents, and cash. I don’t know any details, I haven’t looked at anything closely yet. I’m too excited.
I can’t help but wonder if I’m going to be any good at this. Mistress says I am the top of my class, but I still worry. I know after our first target we come back to the academy and only a few continue on. I’ve been training for years, much longer than the others. I came here at fourteen. Many of them came at sixteen or seventeen. I feel like I was born for this, but I’m still apprehensive. I am well aware that training is one thing and real life situations are something entirely different. I think the fact that I am excited is a good sign. I am eager to begin my new life.
The academy has been good to me, but I feel stuck here sometimes. I yearn to get out and see the world and embrace new challenges. Soon I will be someone to be feared. Others will know my name, but not know me. All they will know is that I am out there, lurking, waiting for their one wrong move. I will become the reason that people are afraid of the dark, or afraid to be alone. I am the one watching they feel like they are being watched. I’m getting goose bumps just thinking about it. I plan on acing this first assignment and becoming the best the academy has ever seen.
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