The other day, an assassin came into your home intending to kill your mum, your dad and your twin brother. He managed to kill your mum and dad and was going to kill you. You saw him pull the trigger. You should be dead now. No. The bullet penetrated your skin but then your skin healed. You then punched him and he was knocked unconscious. You then quickly went into your brothers room and woke him up. You and him ran away. You mourned for your parents, dead and thought there might have been something you could do. Such as it always is when someone you love is gone. You had to stay strong now. Stay strong for Ben, your little brother. You knew that you couldn't run forever. Ben was young and needed to be brought up in a safe and secure environment. You hid out in abandoned houses whenever you could, but never for more than one night, never longer than you had to. Until the man came to the front door. He was an old man. He was wearing a suit and was sitting in a wheel chair. Next to him was a guy wearing a blue t shirt and jeans and wearing red shades. "Hello, Nathan" said the man in the wheelchair "May we come in?" shocked, you...
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