In a world of crime and danger, the only way he can ensure his safety is by doing his Uncle's bidding. Other kids, normal kids, grow up with the pressure of being the model child but with Sam, it’s a whole different story.

Growing up he lived by a motto, not only did this motto keep him ‘safe’ but it helped his judgment and way of life.

“Trust no one, be alert, and show NO mercy to the guilty!”

Will this motto save Sam or bring him to his doom when he comes face to face with someone he thought never to meet again. A face from the past. A face that was strong enough to tame a savage beast.

He was taught betrayal was something to never be forgiven and whoever betrayed him or the academy was to be killed with no second thought regardless of whom it was. What will become of his Uncle when he finds out the shocking truth. 

Join Sam on his epic, adventure-filled battle for truth, justice, and vengeance.

He Was Raised An Assassin (A B.E.E.S Original)

Sam was in his last class of his first day at normal school, History, the subject he hated the most. He was counting down the seconds until lunch so he could escape the horrors of Ms. Greengrocer. No wonder she was still single she taught history for goodness sake. Her whole life purpose was to ruin all normal teen’s lives with her hour long lectures but yet again Sam wasn’t a normal teen. He was just staring at Connor thinking of all the ‘medieval’ ways he could take him out. 


‘Maybe I could decapitate him or rip out his heart or even better shoot him right through his skull’ 


Sam thought to himself, or at least he thought so. His thoughts were now coming out of his mouth and before he could piece the events together a slightly pale and slender figure stood before him and he quickly realized that it was Ms. Greengrocer. 


He looked around the room only to see fear and distress plastered across all his classmates faces. He expected Ms. Greengrocer to send him the principal’s office or something along those lines but she, just as everyone else looked at him with a look he couldn’t quite decipher. Ms Greengrocer looked like she was about to say something but just then the bell rang and before he could hear what Ms. Greengrocer had to say he left the room but heard her say something along the lines of, ‘The bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do.' Then why put a bell there in the first place he thought to himself. It didn’t bother Sam that much so he just made his way to the cafeteria. 


When he reached the cafeteria he first stood at the entrance and scanned the room filled with helpless teens whose life purpose was to spend their parent’s money and make life a living hell for all those around them. He got his food and took his tray to an isolated table in the back of the cafeteria. A few people approached him trying to make friends but he just chased them away with his devilishly scary growl, one that almost resembled that of a dog. Sam was just starting to enjoy his '5 star meal', note the sarcasm, when a shadow appeared out of nowhere and interrupted him blocking the light that was coming in from the huge clear windows that covered the cafeteria walls. He didn’t want to look up so he ignored the person and went back to eating the food that had so kindly been served to him. 


Seconds turned to minutes and the shadow still didn’t move, 


Sam spoke up after finally getting fed up with whoever the shadow belonged to but still didn’t look up. 


As soon as the person spoke he could tell who it belonged to, Connor or for better terms, his Target. He could distinctively remember the voice from earlier this morning when they had their little encounter where he may or may not have threatened to do some pretty vile things to him so this was definitely a surprise. 


“Don’t you have like other people to bother?” 


Sam’s voice came out more bitter than intended which definitely spewed a vile poison, almost like the one of a cobra. This time it wasn’t a question it was more of an exclaimed statement which could kill if armed. 


“No so that leaves us together, and besides you looked lonely.” 


The way Connor spoke filled Sam with so much spite and anger that if the cafeteria wasn’t so crowded he would have pulled out his Beretta and shot him dead straight in the face but he held himself and kept his cool before he blew his cover. 


Connor took Sam’s silence as a ‘yes’ so he sat down and started to eat his lunch as if they even knew each other. When he was done he started to talk about something that Sam couldn’t make out because to be honest he wasn’t paying attention.


CHAPTER FOUR