Date: (Scibbled over)

Seargent of the Guard Reginald Malheaver:

Baby kidnapped only 4 months old, anyone with any informaion please come to the guard barracks.

(Signed)

This was how her life started, stolen from her parents by some unknown criminals, though she was not the only one, eventually they gathered about 20 children, all younger than a year old. It was a scheme by a power hungry aristocrat to work his way up the courts. Child assassins. It had been done before, but he wanted someone he could rely on, a strong brave man who would carry out his orders to the letter, and protect his life.

So the training begun, one head of a warrior clan assessed the students the moment they were able to throw a punch. Not once was a single word muttered, the master was looking for something...in all his time among his clan, he knew a method of allowing someone to uniquely be able to predict another’s movements with uncanny accuracy, reliably.

One year into the training he found two candidates who could possibly attempt this training; one was a boy 6 months older than the other, which was her. I believe that this was her first experience with killing, as the two students were pitted against each other, now at the age of 4, the girl was at a large disadvantage, so in this empty stone room, she attacked first, they already had at least a years’ worth of training, but no logic level high enough to plan strategies, this was simple instinct. Him or her. The boy didn’t know what to do expect run as well. But as they nearly hit each other she stopped, making the boy lose balance, at which point he tilted forward, she grabbed his head, and repeatedly hit it against the floor, it didn’t take long till the body had stopped twitching and the master had his pupil.

To the master, teaching a girl was not uncommon, he knew what was to be expected, but was amazed to discover she was incredibly perceptive as well as a fast learner. This was when he decided to teach the girl about the technique he had created; though he himself was unable to do it he was sure he knew, how, to do it.

To start he made sure that speaking never happened, they did not communicate with anything apart from their bodies, she studied movements, the way muscles stretched, and how different parts worked together. This then led on to the main part of the training. Reprogramming the girls mind at a fundamental level, replacing her ability to speak or understand language, for understanding the body.

It didn’t take long for her to master this art, the wonders of teaching the young, eh? See and absorb, she was taught many different styles of hand-to-hand, but most we do not know, as well as various arrays of weapons though it was somewhat limited due to been 9 years of age.

At the age of 10 she took on her first official job, she now hid her body beneath thick clothing, hiding anything that would make her recognisable. Now if you wish to read the case studies of some of the murders (the ones we actually managed to notice) refer to the attached parchments, the 348 pages should suffice though some may be inaccurate due to no reliable trace, apart from none of the other murderers we have arrested or conscripted owned up to them, and believe me they would to these.

Soon she was sent in search of bigger prey, now she was among the honour guard of the Lord, though he did not know their identity he was just happy to have the "man" he had sought.

Until one night. The Lord, at this point 3rd most powerful in the courts took a rather interesting mistress, who gave off an odd aura, but no matter what the girl could not grab the lord’s attention away from the woman for long enough to raise any concern.

One night when she was forced to leave her Lord's side, due to some private matters, having felt something wrong she had grown concerned but didnt move, no noise from the room...apart from the sound of metal hitting glass. Wrong! She burst through the door to see the mistress holding a knife looking at her in shock. The girl at this age was around 16 or 17, looked to the body of the dead lord, covers soaked in blood, at first her mind didn’t comprehend the failer she had just got, then it turned into threat.

She fought the mistress, the woman was good obviously trained by experts, but she had never face this girl before, she never managed to cut the girl once, or even touch her, predicting every move landing every hit till she had no choice but to flee.

Having now been framed for the murder of the lord, she fled the city, knowing if she stayed the only thing she would get was an axe to the neck.

Wondering aimlessly with her only person who told her what to do was gone, she reverted back to the idea of finishing the job. At this point she had chased down the one responsible, killed them.

But it didn’t change anything, she now ends up been left out to rot, she wonders aimlessly around some land she doesn’t know, she manages to get by, stealing, living off the land, she manages but through all this she looks for something to bring her back in. This is when I walk up to her, look into those eyes and see nothing, empty doesn’t know, because she doesn’t need to.

I was scared, but almost felt like laughing, this person isn’t the killer, but then she looked at me, it was like she read my mind, the next thing I know I'm bleeding, with a piece of paper in hand, covered in blood, my blood, she's gone, lost guess this is where it ends, let’s just hope my notes are safe, for I am one bad vigilanty, or just the most unlucky.