Years might have passed and more children might have been result of it but what got to her the most. The one man she loved and trusted did it again to her. He up and left. Now she didn't know if he left to do a job and died some where or what but it has made her so mad that she went back to the one thing she knew she could do and gave her son the blessing to do the same if he wished to do so She didn't care anymore. Here she was on a roof top in a black assasains robes. Hood over her head the rain pounding on the roof top around her. Her eyes watchign intently on her intended subject. It was getting dark but her eyes could see him perfectly. Walking along the roof she had followed him. Until he was in a less crowed area and then she had taken him out and walked away like nothing had happened. But was itching at her was the lack of a father figure. and she was growing to hate men more and more. With having three children with this man she hated everything. This made her job of killing so much easier.