Alexian:
The first man I ever killed was a twenty-seven-year-old street rat. He had made a pass at my sister. She was eleven at the time and I was seventeen. I took the pen in my pocket and stabbed him in the neck over and over until I couldn't lift my arm anymore. The act itself had startled me. I didn't know I was capable of something like that. I had judged my brother and my father for doing much less.
A slap here and kick there was nothing compared to th disgust I felt as I gazed down of the bloodied lifeless body of that man. But the thought of someone hurting Raz fueled a special kind of hatred and it triggered something animalistic inside of me. I thought myself to be the worst kind of person. I thought I knew what life and death meant. It scared me. Yet that was just a
