Trained by wolves

The slums were dark and unforgiving, diseases plagued the area and cash flow didn't. You had to battle for unclean water and food, that or you go up top and steal it. However, those who were caught wished they had stuck to diarrhea and cholera.

Canto was once a bustling city before the war, sporting a population of over fourteen thousand people. They traded, partied, banding together like the community and city they are but they had a dark secret. That secret being the slums.

The slums were a part of Canto that the residents forced themselves to forget and just like equality and slavery they forgot it pretty fast, the slums were a collection of the un-wealthy and unlucky who lived in homes that were forgotten by the rich main city dwellers.

Robert Williams was one of the oh-so-forgotten by society slum dwellers, though on days such as this he walked the streets of the main city bumping into strangers and taking their coin pouches. He was only sixteen but he wasn't a child, he had been trained by killers and thieves since he knew how to walk. It became his second language, it became his calling card.

"Morgue." The nickname given to him by the press was one he considered fit him very well, he killed his targets with creativity making his only motive operandi the fact that none of his kills were the same.

"One day I'll have a big house, a wife, a family. Maybe I won't have to do this shit anymore." Robert hit a man and walked past. "Broke fuck."

He never knew his parents growing up but he had heard rumors that they lived in the main city, he was happy for them but at the same time he wanted to put a knife in their abdomens. "Why create me if you won't care for me."

Robert didn't usually walk on the main city's roads, he hated what they stood for and he hated the fact that the air was so different from what he inhaled while he slept, Today wasn't like any other however, he had a job and it involved a murder. "About time."

"You're finally here." A man said sitting on a bench and Robert sat on the bench opposite him.

"Where, When, How." Robert looked around to the side as he talked, consciously on the lookout for a goody two shoes who might have found them suspicious.

"Don't be in a rush Rob."

"I'm not in one Ivan."

"We aren't buddies, don't call me that."

"That goes both ways motherfucker, only my friends call me that." Rob looked at him for one sec then looked away.

"The Job is at the Petrov Palace."

"Isn't that place super guarded with maximum security?"

"Yes, that's why I hired you. Anyone else would be too valuable to dispose of." Ivan threw a piece of paper at Robert. "You're to kill Boris Petrov, he should be in his study by 5 pm today drinking a margarita."

"How do I get in though."

"He prohibited the guards from entering his study even in moments of distress, use that to get some alone time with him."

"You sure have a lot of information on him," Robert said as he opened the piece of paper seeing a picture of the supposed hit.

"Make him suffer." Ivan stood up and walked away from the bench. "The cock sucker deserves it."

This was the second job given to him by Ivan, his usual handler currently had no jobs so he had to find work elsewhere. His eagerness for money put him on the radar of the man he only knew as 'Ivanovic."

Robert stalked the building, he glossed over the picture one more time and then ran into cover by a few boxes. The Petrov's were royalty and by statistics they owned about half of Canto, their security was definitely royalty as well. With over their thirty-foot walls and about five guards who patrolled from above.

"He'll definitely have to pay more for this." Using ice picks attached to his shoes and gloves, Robert scaled the walls like a spider in a black cover jacket,

He waited on the wall until the guards walked away from where he was, the guards had muskets and revolvers but he wasn't afraid of that. He was afraid of the noise it would make, one gunshot would echo in the entire compound and he wouldn't want the man of the hour to drop his margarita.

Immediately the guards separated, Robert jumped onto the ledge and slit the throat of one of them before moving to the other and doing the same thing. The guards turned and saw their fallen comrades so they each shot a bullet into the skies.

"I guess there's no going back now." Robert grabbed one of the guard's dead bodies along with his holstered revolver, using his body as a shield and his loaded gun as a weapon to murder his comrades. "I hate killing people with guns., so underwhelming."

Robert jumped down the wall landing on one of the guards with his boot, guns were being fired at him but he made a beeline for the study. Boris was obviously aware of his presence but just because he knew doesn't mean he was going to survive.

He threw a knife back first into the nose of one of the guards and it immediately it bounced off him, he grabbed it and used it to stab him thrice in the neck. More guards appeared from the palace veranda and shot at him but Robert threw smoke pellets around himself effectively blocking their sight.

"Keep shooting!! He's still in there." One of the guards shouted but he received a pat on his back.

"I'm only a poor sixteen-year-old." Robert pushed him over the wall and walked into the palace. "Where would a study be located? That looks about right."

Boris stood opposite the door with a sword in his hand waiting for whoever wanted his head to appear. "A fucking snot-nosed brat."

"That same brat killed half your men." Robert threw a knife at Boris's arm and he forcibly let go of the sword.  "Only God knows what you did to piss off my client but he gave me permission to make you a toy."

"Please, what do you want? anything at all, I can give it to you!! please!" Boris pleaded for his life.

"Money would be nice."

"I have money, I can give you everything I have!"

"Is it unlimited?" Robert put on his rusted spiky brass knuckles and knelt with one knee in front of Boris. "I want enough money for me, my family, everyone in the slums. Can you give me that?"

'Please, just let me go!"

"You own half the town including the slums."

"Please. Just-" Boris was punched before he could complete his sentence.

"Maybe I'm just greedy," Robert punched him again. "Maybe this is your karma." Blood splashed on Roberts's face. "Maybe this is fate."

"Pwe-e-a-eea-s-ea... st-o-p."

"See you in hell, Boris." Robert punched him one more time till brain matter splashed on his face.

Robert got up and equipped his picks to his feet and arms. "Now for a successful exit."

"Take me with you." A girl's voice said and Robert almost had a heart attack.

"Take you where?" Robert held his chest.

"Thank you for killing him, I couldn't possibly have done it without getting caught."

"Yeah... I'm gonna go."

"Marry me."

"Uh-huh." Robert jumped out the window and she looked at him as he disappeared from the compound.

"The boss!" The guards finally came into the study, despite the orders that Boris gave them but she didn't care. She only had one thing on her mind and that was Robert Williams.