The Story That Has To Be Told Part 4 written by Terry "Bronsinski" Bronan

Hello Terry Bronan here! I just wanted to say sorry for the delay of this fourth part of "The Story That Has To Be Told". I have glad news however, from now on I will try and get one part out everyday for your enjoyment. 

If you have not read part 1, 2 or 3 you can check them out on the following links:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

I hope you like part 4 and feel free to leave comments and tell me what you think.

 

 The Story That Has To Be Told Part 4

“I have to make sure you are both up to this boys, so I will give you both a small simple test.” Hacklams words were among the first we both heard that morning. Our eyes were red after a tireless night. I had gone out of bed that morning with both excitement, as well as worry in my body. On the way to Mr.Hacklams place, me and Sammy had tried to figure out what he wanted with us to no avail. “We are ready for anything sir!” I spoke with more confidence in my voice than last night. My brain had digested the impressions of seeing Jack's fucked up body, and this was the first time I was truly excited over the whole situation since I stabbed him. Sammy on the other hand, mostly went because of me like he had always done. He probably had much more morals in his body, but I still managed to talk him into the whole situation.

“Oh really, Tom my boy. Ready for anything?” Hacklam walked over to me, while staring into my eyes. His gaze felt somewhat evil, and when he put his hand on my shoulder I started to tremble.

“I cannot wait to see you coming back triumphant from your task then, I must admit however, I am a bit sceptical about your chances of succeeding boys.” After finishing his sentence he let go of my shoulder, turned his back against us while starting to flip through the pages of an old book. “Sir, tell us what to do so we can get on with it” Sammy had grown impatient, simply wanting to get to the point.

“Kill your parents.”, his words struck us like a bolt of lightning. “W...What did you say!?”, our voices echoed between the store walls. Hacklam turned around, clapping his hands together while continuing: “Go home, kill your parents, and make sure the job is done well enough so no one will suspect you.” Me and Sammy looked at each other. This was a preposterous thing to ask out of two boys, that had not even finished their sophomore years. “If you are resourceful enough to pull it off, then I will take you under my wing, refine your methods, and make you the greatest assassins in the world. Of course, if you fail I will have to kill you boys.” He said all this with a wide, creepy smile on his face. “H..how?”, was all that Sammy could muster to ask at this point, and no one could blame him. How could two boys in our age get away with something like this? “Just do it as well as you can. Oh and you cannot cooperate, you shall both kill your own parents by yourselves.”

With those words Mr.Hacklam shoved us out of his store, sending us on our way. My twisted young brain had already started to hatch a plausible plan of action. “Your in luck Sammy, you only got your mom left.” My face would have made anyone sick to their stomach if they could have seen it at that moment. “We are dead if we cannot do this, right?”, you could already see the regret in his expression. Sammy felt forced, while I felt enlightened, that was the big difference between him, and me. “Yeah we are, let's do our best.”With those words I left Sammy there on the paved road. On the way home I planned more thoroughly than anyone would think possible for someone so young.

When the night had fallen, I pretended to go to bed at the same time as mom. My dad sat in the living room watching tv late as usual. After awhile I silently rolled out of bed, sneaking out of my room. I got some plastic gloves from the bathroom, and magically managed to keep quiet going down the squeaky wooded staircase. Everything went well so far, and my excitement rose even higher, so high that I suddenly tripped, falling head first towards the floor. While managing to stop my fall, I heard dad walking towards the kitchen with loud steps. What to do now? If he caught me with the knife I would be busted! This was all that went through my head at that time. I quickly hid inside the half-empty cabinet we had in the kitchen. We rarely stored anything in the cabinet, so it was a perfect fit for little me. I heard dad's steps going back, and forth in the kitchen, and suddenly he put his hand on the cabinet-handle. Before even I myself knew it, I pushed the cabinet open pushing father back, while slashing towards his throat with the knife. It was an instant hit, and he fell on his knees with blood flowing out of his wound like a river. He could not utter a word at this point, as the knife had cut his whole throat open. Leaving him there to bleed out, I quickly went up to my parents bedroom. Before my mother could even react, I sat on top of her stabbing her repeatedly with the sharp kitchen knife. I fell of her in exhaustion after the deed was done, sheets colored red, and all. “I did it!”, was all I could think at that point. This would be the key to me becoming an Assassin, starting a new life. With no regrets, I went to bed, sleeping through the rest of the night. 

To Be Continued...