Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock . The sound of the clock ticking was the only sound the seven year old boy could hear . At this very moment the boy was looking at a man with a gun in his hands . This random man came into their home and killed his parents, because they wouldn't give him what he wants .
The killer kept on hitting the boy until he bled, still no matter how much he hurt the boy, the boy didn't faint nor did he scream .
He aimed his gun at the boy but hesitated in shooting him . The boy on the other hand looked at killer of his parents and stared at the gun with no visible emotion on his face . There was no anger, no fear, no sadness, nor regret in that emotionless face of his .
The killer was scared by the boy's nonchalance, he out of fear was going to shoot the boy, just to put an end to this scene . He was ready to pull the trigger .
The killer fell to the ground dead, a hole was seen in his forehead . The boy looked at the one who shot his enemy dead . There in front of him stood a man who looked to be around the same age as his father . The man who was wearing something similar to a military uniform, stepped forward .
He looked at the boy and started smoking, afterwards he pointed his gun at him .
"Do you want to live?"
The boy couldn't answer immediately since he was injured, but he looked at the man and with the last bit of his strength answered .
"I want to be strong . "
The man smiled at the boy's answer .
"Heh, nice answer kid . If you want to live and be strong . First you must die . " The man aimed at the boy and shot his gun .
Before the boy fainted he heard the man speak .
"From this day forth you're my son, Alexander Samarita . " @@
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