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Footsteps slowly creaked on every step of stairs , barely noticeable , but enough to give me a wake up call . The first thing I saw , was the clock ticking 1:30AM . I noticed the door handle turn slowly.

That made me jump off my bed. It was the robust and rigorous training that made me conscious even by hearing the faintest of the footsteps . I was up because it was not the kind that I heard every day , not similar to any of those noisy , loud footsteps that I used to hear everyday , which approached me to pour a bucket of ice cold water on me . They said

" you should be prepared for the worst".

No, one ever came to visit me , the only ones to do so , were the ones who I was the visitor for. It was the only house in the middle of nowhere. I was never let to leave the house premises without someone looking after me , being brought reluctantly , I would always be in a search of an opportunity to escape. I could never stand against them as they were huge , quick , strong and clever.

"We are certainly under an attack and I am the only one left" I thought because, I was a novice and a novice was given a room on the first floor , God knows why?

The room was "stained" because it had disastrous history linked to it . Over 15 newbies gave up there life at the very spot , I had been sleeping a few seconds

ago . I had survived more , than any of those 15 did . Maybe , it was the thirst to know about my father and why he did this to us , to my mother , the woman he loved the most.

I shoved the slowly opening door , making the man behind it tumble. I ran for my cupboard unleashed it , drew my gun and the "locket". The moon light had been dimmed by the tar black clouds that covered it and after a blink it started to pour heavily. I opened the window climbed up and jumped . The large raindrops were hitting me like bullets . I was not sure whether they were just raindrops. It didn't take much time for my leather black coat and hat to get drenched . Yes , we wore coats and hats while sleeping , so that we could always manage to hide the "scar". I was in mid- air , when I screamed seeing it....

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: read further to unfold the mystery of the locket , the scar and his father