A Story A Day. Story 312 of 365: Legacy.

Mot had been training for that all his life, before he even knew what he was doing, what was he supposed to do, before he was able to voice his opinion on the matter. He had been raised to it, trained to excel. He didn't know how to do anything else, he didn't know there were other options, he never had a choice. And his professor had just told him he was ready, that he needed to go out into the world and prove his value. "Make me proud" he had told him "come back successful or don't come back at all". 

It was Mot's first time out in the real world. He had learnt to navigate it at the center, but theory was not the same. He had to remind himself to be calm, he had to remember all the lessons. It was okay, that wasn't the hardest thing he would need to do. He looked into the hand-drawn map he was holding, his destination was close. It was marked as a really big house surrounded by tall fences, "unmistakable" was written next to it. And indeed it was, large, dark, surrounded by a pine-tree forest, it was not welcoming, nor had Mot expected it to be. He circled the property, looking for a sheltered enttry point. As soon as he found one, he looked both sides and gracefully pushed himself over the wall. He was agile as a cat, or even more. He fell on the other side without making any noise. 

His next destination was the library. Quiet as a shadow, he moved from one window to the other, until he found the right room. He pushed the window open and snuck in. He only needed to wait, if his information was right, he wouldn't need to wait long. And he didn't, not too long after he heard footsteps. All his muscles became tensed, it was the moment he had been training for all his life. He jumped on the person who had just entered the room, the person who was supposed to be the first of his victims. She screamed at his contact. It was an old fragile woman who looked into his eyes in tears. 

-Kill me, if you have to, but don't touch my family, they have done nothing.- she begged. 

Mot held her stare. She knew what he was thinking about, she could see what was inside his heart. He pushed himself away from her. He couldn't do it, he had been training all his life to be a killer, and he couldn't do it, he was not a killer. He was not, and he didn't know what he was anymore.