This is who I am.

I pulled out another gun from the holsters on my belt and started shooting at them.
The stupid americans.

The war had started 34 years ago.

The Russians had finally had enough of the restrictions that the British government were putting on trade between the two and had bombed London.
The Americans had then stepped in and defended the British government with bomb strikes against Russia.

Then it happened.

The world went psycho.

And the great world war three happened.

My name is Anonymous.
That's all I've ever really needed.
My lack of a name and a gun.

Now I'm a soldier in the Japanese Army. I'm not even Japanese.

I was born in the ruins of London and left to die in a handbasket after I was born. A rich Russian family toke me in for about four years, then they were all killed.

I survived and went on my own for about a year until the Chinese found me. I stayed with them for two more years, then the base I called home expolded. I lost the sight in one of my eyes in it after a piece of a photoframe lodged itself in there.

If you were keeping track, I was then seven.

I wandered around in pain for three days until a South African couple found me and patched up my eye. I stayed with them for one year and then was supposed to be deported to go into the South African army at eight.
I refused and ran away from them and lived on my own until I was eleven.

Right about this time was when the war started to get very bloody. It had been going on since long before I was born and showed no signs of stopping.

I fled where I was and snuck onto a ship to North Korea.
The officials there found me and trained me to kill, seeing potential in me.
I became one of their most powerful assassins.
Notably for never giving my victims a chance to scream before I killed them. I don't even remember how many people I killed. No one ever even thought it was me though if they found out. They just couldn't believe a child had done that.

I spent two years with them.

When I was thirteen the general tried to kill me so I ran away.
I couldn't stand being around that sick excuse for a human being but I couldn't kill him either if I didn't want the whole base after me.

Now I'm fourteen and fighting for Japan.

I wonder how long it will be before I go somewhere else.

I never thought I might stay one place for the rest of my life.

I thought that someone upstairs was punishing me for what I had done.
For all those lives I had taken, so I accepted my so called fate.

My name is anonymous and this is who I am. A killer.

I rubbed my head.

A killer with a headache.

I kept shooting from behind the rubble in the middle of the used to be street. The American Army has always been the most stubborn. That's why I think they're stupid.
They know I am going to kill them and they keep going thinking they have a chance.

I'm probably stupid too, then.
I kill for no reason except from the food, water, and bed I receive from it.

I pulled out a small knife from my boot and threw it at one of the soldiers landing it straight in the middle of his forehead. Bullseye.

So back to what I was saying earlier. I'm not Japanese but if we wanna be technical I'm British, Russian, Chinese, South African, North Korean, and Japanese.
And I have one hell of an accent to prove it.

I saw one soldier approach looking for a close range attack.

Not today, hun.

I stepped out from behind my makeshift fort and let him see me.

"A kid!?!" he shouted.

I ran towards him and kicked him in the knees knocking him down a bit and smacked him on the head with the back of my gun.
He fell to the ground, out cold.
I pointed my gun at his head and shot.

Dead.

I looked to his comrades who each now, had a look of fear on their faces.

"Charlie!" one of the men cried.

The, I'm guessing leader, looked at me harshly.

I gave him my usual poker face.

"You're a monster." he said.

"I'm a soldier and so are you." I retorted. "It's not my fault we're on opposite sides of the war, maybe if we weren't then things would be different." I said.

"You killed him with no emotion." he said angrily.

"Yes?" I said bored.

"Are you that heartless!" one of the others screamed at me.

"It's just killing." I said and threw a knife at him.
I know that's a lie. I know what I'm doing is wrong. Don't remind me...

Dead.

All of the others looked at me shocked.

"Aaron?" another man said.

"Are you going to fight me or are you going to stand and talk while I kill your comrades?" I said to the leader.
I want to get this hell over with.
I want to go back to my bed surrounded by four blank black walls. Back to the silence... So I can scream....

He gritted his teeth and pointed a machine gun to my head.

"Killing you will be a pleasure." he said.

Before he pulled the trigger I had already thrown the gun out of his hand, twisted his hand behind his back, and pushed him down to the ground. I quickly pulled out a gun and shot him.

Dead.

"Captain?" one of the only women on the team screamed.

I shot her.

Dead.

There were four left.

I want to finish this. I'm playing with them and I can't stand it. Why am I so cruel!

I quickly shot two of them before they had even relized I was moving and punched the third in the face.

Dead. Dead.

I shot the third.

Dead.

I looked to the last one.
He looked like a beggar. I hate those the most.
He put his hands up.

"Please don't kill me, I have a-"

I shot him.

Dead.

Mission completed.

Then I noticed something strange about the man's arm.
I bent down and looked closely at it.
Words were written all over his arm.

I read them aloud.

"Carpe, liviana. Seshi mi tatea ki ori sama mouti ki tanga. Bring me to the Tengu."

This is senseless, I thought.

Then I blacked out.