shifting-chen:

''I never knew what I Was growing up..But Maybe that was for the best''

_{The shifter lay asleep in his bed, but it was far from a peaceful one. Sweat beaded and dripped down his forehead as the screams and cries from that night, the night four years ago that he’d tried his damnedest to forget, rang all too clear through his ears.}

_{He could smell the blood, hear the men’s gunshots as they gunned down his only family. He could feel the sudden pain that ripped through his spine, the inhuman growl that fell from his lips as he collapsed, pain spreading through him, tears of pain and sorrow mixing as they cascaded down his cheeks.}

 _{A shrill roar, and Chen surged from his bed, gun in quaking hand as it pointed into the darkness.}

_{It took a long ( albeit few) seconds for his mind to actually function on something other than fear, taking in the dark, familiar surroundings of his room.}

_{His room.. Four years later. They were dead…}

_{Chen heaves a long sigh, tapping the gun against the side of his head with a muttered,“Get it the fuck together” before tucking the gun back under his pillow. From there, he rose from his sweat covered sheets, grabbing a blue knife and turned on the lights. There was no point in trying to sleep again, not tonight. That much he knew for sure.}

Chen.

A twenty-one year old gun for hire with a secret to hide and a past he’ll never stop running from. 

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