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Chapter 1: background of the deadly rose

As I droll on about my memories I often wonder how I have often changed through out my life. My name is John Anthony Vogel II. I am an assassin for hire. Most people call me the deadly rose these days. I am a man who has a dark past with an even darker look on life. If some one ever asked me if I could kill a man all I would do is smile and say yes. I have no conscience and neither do I have any emotions. I have often been placed in poisons where it was either life or death for me. This is the story that has never been told before. The inside story of an assassin’s life, and the under ground life of the assassin’s guild/cult. By the time this is read I will have past on… as I grow old in my age I grow much wiser…
It all started when I was eighteen, I was young and full of rage. I often used to think of the perfect way to kill a man. One day I went through with one of my plans to kill some one…that some one was a man by the name of Leon. His and mine paths have crossed several times before his death in cold crimson bitter blood. I was not always this maniacal or was I always this twisted and cruel at heart…but I changed, I became the ultimate fighting machine with only one weakness…my weakness is the love of my life. If any harm came to her I would seek revenge at any cost. Also I would lose what little sanity I had left in my body.
What made me like this you may wonder? Four things changed me into the heartless calm headed killer with an attitude.
1. Death of a friend
2. Death of a family member
3. Being raped by my best friend at that time…
4. And finally, my new found “powers” or “strength”
After those things I became a heartless man. I didn’t care if I had to die to accomplish my dreams as long as they got done…I often pushed my body to the very limits of it’s destruction during my training to become the perfect warrior. When you have nothing else to lose what would it matter if you died? It would matter. I trained six days a week Monday to Saturday. Sunday I spent sleeping in my bed. After a few months of fighting and hiking and such things, my skin became like leather. Soon after all the hair on my arms and legs was burnt off, I still have the scars from that along with many others…
I was often left alone by most, but there was one female woman that wanted to make me soften up. We grew close and she became like a nurse for me and also became my wife. I shall never say her name. So don’t ask or you will force me to kill you. I am not kidding, I will kill you if I have to. I have retired from the assassin business. She thought it was too dangerous for a family man to do. My son and daughter often ask me why do I have gold dragon’s teeth blades above my bed and a short sword underneath it. All I say is its part of daddy’s old job. For I could never tell them at there current age that I took people’s lives for money. The fear and disappointment they would have would be too high of a burden to have placed on my shoulders. Also it would only place them in more danger. I am a married man now; my days of adventuring and killing are over forever. i see my son trying to follow in my old foot steps...he pushes him self further and further every day till he is about ready to pass out. if any of my family got hurt in any way i would snap and kill every one that made me mad and go back to being in an assassin. so as i drowl on about my past my presant and my future...i ownten wonder if i will ever die.
let us relocate to my studies my dear friend amanda.(the two aged figures slowly walk from the kitchen of the man's house to the other end of the house to the man's libary.) take a seat my friend, and get comfy for we shall rarely stop while i tell my tale...can i get you a drin of any kind?(the woman nodded sheepishly) water ok? or do you want some thing else? "water is fine by me" the woman said in a hushed towen. "ok then" i said pouring a glass of water out of a pitcher near an end table where we where now sitting.. "this is a nice house john...why did you give up on auto-motive?" she asked. "who said i did? surely not i..." i said jokingly. she sighs angryly..."john when will you stop with the quick witted remarks?" she asked. i place my glass i was sipping water out of down on the table. "as soon as i die." i said with a serious look on my face. "your not kidding are you?" she asked. i looked deep in to her eyes and plainly said "i'm as sereious as a heart attack" she fittles with her hair ans says " i often wonder how your wife can take so many puns and jokes from you..." i look at my book shelf closest to me and pull down a old dusty book. i open it and look through it. i stop when i find a small picture of two people and a peom on the back of it. i pass it to amanda. "what's this?" she asked. i simpley smile and say " two people in love." she stares at the old photo. she seems to be deep in thought. "you know both people in the photo...but you wont rember the one like that..." i said pointing to the larger figure dressed in a tux. " ok i give up who are they?" she asked. i smiled again but more blankly. she glarred at me as i did so. "those two in the picture are my wife and me." i said happily. she stares at the photo in shock. "j...j...john...your....your in a tux...but you never wear a tux." she said shocked. i lowered my head nodding. " i know i used to never wear any nice cloths...just my dickies" i said plainly.