by D.A.Sanford
I was picked on as a young boy constantly. Standing in a line at school, I felt a momentary pain in my temple, heard a thud and was looking at me on the floor. I heard all the kids laughing. I was sucker punched by the local bully. I found myself in the presence of a woman. She told me that she needed me to be reborn for a special much needed purpose. I would be, to the public an adjudicator but my private skill was assassin.