It’s cold tonight. My hands and legs are numb, I can’t feel them. My stomach growling, having nothing to eat but leftovers in the trashcan. I had to fight dogs for food to survive, catching rats for dinner. Yeah...What a life.
I hate living like this. I just want to sleep, can barely keep my eyes open, I’m tired. Lying down helplessly like this, I hate it. I hate everything in my life. But what can I do? Maybe... If I just let it...I will finally leave this world.
A pair of black shining shoes came closer and stopped in front of me. I looked at the owner of theshoes, but my visions was all blur. I know he is rich, his tailored suit said it all. I guess he wants to end my life. I gladly accept it.
“You will do.”
That three words, it change my life completely. From a complete beggar, to a machine. I am now living a life full of lie, alive so that I can end others. This is my life, my life as a Chameleon.
My name? I have a lot of names and I have forgotten my original name. The name that my Father give me is Yu, which means moon in Chinese.
My Father, saved me from the brink of death. He took me in with three more children like me. He trained, educate and mould us into a Chameleon.
Chameleon, a perfect human. A perfect puppet that can adapt to almost everything in the world, that can play every role in society and knows how to blend in to have a perfect life. Perfect assassin.
Every day was gruelling, we had to fight to survive. He trained us to master every weapon known to man and taught us every language in the world. We had to learn everything in order to survive.
He taught us that compassion is weak, merciful is suicide and love is destruction. These three will only leads to us be killed.
My siblings and I were all obedient to him because if we don’t we would be sent to the Chair to be rectify. Living with him day by day, going through all the hardship was tough for an 8 year old child. Sometime, I wonder why am I alive.
I have three brothers, all whom I came to know very closely during our time spent together. My eldest brother, he was 12 when Father took him. Beaten for stealing to the point of near death because he was hungry.
He was the first one that Father took care of. Like me, he was given a new name and a new identity. He is Ri, Sun in Chinese.
My second brother, he was only 10 when Father found him running from the Mafia lord carrying a bag full of money. He was almost buried alive. Given a new name as Huo, fire in Chinese, he started a new life with Father and Ri.
Third brother, Sui. He is the quiet one, like his name, water. He was 9 years old. Calm and mysterious, that is him. He doesn’t talk much, but I know something horrible must have happened to him that made Father took him in.
We were trained by the best of the best in every aspect including manner. By the age of 12, I was already fluent with eight languages, master almost all the form of martial art and can dissemble and resemble a gun under a minute with blindfold.
We never knew what compassion felt like or love. All that we get from him are harsh words. Sometimes I wonder if he loves us at all.
Fortunately, I know someone who does. She was locked in the Dungeon. We were not allowed to go there. But sometimes we sneaked in just to hear her sing and tell us stories whenever Father treated us badly.
She taught us differently than Father. Taught us to love and not hate, to be understanding and listen. Slow to anger and think. It is so opposite to Father’s teaching.
We never actually saw her face, we just crowded the door and ask her to sing. She always know how to console my brothers and cheer them up.
We don’t know why she was locked in there, but Father always came down to see her. I tried asking her for the reason once, she said that Father locked her to protect her. But I know she’s lying, I can see it in her eyes.
I wished she could be free, walking outside. We tried talking about this to Father, only we ended up strapped to the Chair and electrocuted. He said never again to go to the Dungeon, never talk to her.
But we did not stop. She was the only reason that we still smiling when Father treats us badly. One day, the unfortunate happened. She was missing from her room.
We have tried to search for her in the compound, but she was nowhere to be found. We tried asking Father, he said that he had killed her. It was really a blow to us all, a heavy blow.
I cried nonstop. The one that loves me is dead. My brothers, they all that I have left. They promised me that they would not leave me alone.
All four of us mourn for the woman that we consider as a mother. I will remember her by heart, even though I don’t know her face. All of us will.