We were about five that night, walking into the house at night.
It was quiet, the occupants were asleep, and we were meant to take the family out down to the least person.
We had been paid good money enough to make me retire, make us retire. We never asked questions of who and why. We just carried out our operation.
And so we went, and we rounded the family up, and made them watch while we had fun with their mother and then their daughter, we took what they had also.
I have a story to tell, it isn't pleasant but it must be told.
I would tell you about how I found life, but first I must tell you about how I died.
You see, I was about Six years old when it all began.
I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, those large ones that you can't really see the tail of the spoon. My father had a mansion, he owned his own company and I and my twin sister the only children...
There was a boy seating close to the gutter, he must have been about five or six, he was staring at me, but while he stared, I was transfixed to the spot and it felt as though everything stopped.
You see the car was coming towards me, and people were waving for me to get out of the way..but here I was staring at the little boy, wondering why I was drawn to him. He was just a boy, sitting by the gutter, unperturbed about the chaos around him. So i stood watching him, unsure why, yet glued. The car was coming, faster now..yet i wouldn't budge.