G-Shala Mobile App Download James leaned against the worn castle wall awaiting the arrival of his father. Alongside him stood his five half-brothers. It was a rare occasion when their father participated in his experiment, but today was special. Today was the culmination of the years of pain they had endured since birth. James tried making eye contact with the other boys but each avoided his stare. Like James, they were each sixteen years old. Unlike James, they were tense, nervous, and on edge. Joaquin, James’ mentor, held a revolver containing five bullets, as did each of the other five mentors. Their students would be led to a preselected location on the island, guns in hand, for their final task. Each had grown up on the island, and from an early age they were pitted against each other in contests of strength, cunning,and skill. James had never lost. He was the best among the original twelve males born sixteen years earlier. He remained the best of the six who were still alive.
The father finally arrived. James didn’t know his true name; he was simply called “Father.” He was a singularly unimpressive man; clean shaven with an unflattering comb-over of greasy brown hair. He was slightly under six feet tall and very thin, with white, pasty skin. His black, lifeless eyes were
complimented by a jagged scar running almost into his right eye where his father, in a fit of rage, had smashed a beer bottle into his face.Father nodded toward the mentors who then handed a revolver to each boy. James stared at his gun. He firmly gripped the handle in his palm and gently ran his fingers along the bullet chamber. The gun felt good in his hand.
The experiment’s rules allowed for only one survivor. That survivor would then be released from the island, unleashed into the world as the perfect assassin. James intended to be that man by changing the rules. His mind tracked in slow motion what he was about to do. With only five bullets he could chance no miss. As his father began to speak to the group from a second floor balcony, James’s gun arm became a blur. Five perfect shots left five dead challengers.
The mentors, immobilized by the unexpected breach of etiquette, allowed the precious moment James needed to retrieve two fallen weapons. Five more perfect shots. In less than a minute, James had executed his brothers and their teachers. His father, speechless and frozen, mouth agape, could only watch in horror as James raised his gun and fired two shots into his skull. Through dying eyes, James’ father finally saw the long anticipated result of his sixteen-year experiment: The birth of the ultimate.
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