Samantha 'Sam' Hunter

The name, Samantha Hunter, more commonly known as Sam. The reason for writing this....well so if and when I die someone will know I was alive. Who am I? Well that's something even I would Like to know. So if you do DNA tests and find out something interesting whisper it to the wind so I hear it too. Anyway, as for now I'm a mercenary. Don't give me that cold heartless crap. We're people just as much as you are and we're only trying to make a living and survive. Some of us like our jobs, Some like it too much, Myself, I HATE it. Why stick with it then? Because I'm good. No other way to say it. The whole lot comes naturally you know. I'm, What was it they called it....A new Type. Don't know why they still call it us that. There have been a few before I came along I'm told. Those old guys have been here and gone. The name really doesn't mean much anyway I guess, all it does in the end is boot my reflexes past that of normal people and make me a Damn empath. Yep, I get to feel what other people feel. Mind you sometimes its kind of a nice gift but others I'd rather die. For instance, try going someplace where everyone is flying high on the feeling of Joy that comes from being loved. Say a wedding. And here You sit....Alone. Yet in your head all you can feel from everyone else is how great Love is. Double edged dagger if you ask me. I help other people balance their emotions just because I got a soft spot deep inside that can't let me leave someone be. At the same time, I have to fight my own emotions back and feed a great line of bullshit Oh and an empath gone selfish and evil....Nasty nasty thing there. Top of the line manipulator.

Back to the topic however. I'm a merc and an expensive one at that. I get payed good money for suits, parts, information and sometimes people. I avoid those people contracts though. Never know when you're asked to drag in someone's mother or father. I never wanna ruin some kids life and take away a parent. Its Hell not knowing who you are. I should know, door step adoptions just aren't the same. Besides, why ruin the life of some kid that got dumped on the globe full of War and death. It's not their fault. They weren't screaming in some ladies ear demanding to get out. That's later when they lock themselves in a close on accident. Before you even think the question, yeah I did have an interesting childhood. Why else would I be a realist at 19? Pessimist if you must but I can fake optimism with the best of them. Hell I'm not even old enough to legally drink and I've already got a body count higher then my age.

There's another thought that makes me sick actually. The fact that I've killed. Not for pleasure but because I had to. Kill or be killed the old saying of war. Well move over cause I'm the newest poster child. As you can tell, seeing that I'm even writing this to begin with at 19, I'm far from perfect. I wish I was but hey we all have tons of flaws. Me? I pick the weird ones though. Can't stand to be alone. Yet I still go out of my way to push the few that try to get close out of the picture. I guess some part of me figures that they would get tainted by my realist point of view. Looking at that i guess all in all I'm a masochist.

Again I'm straying from the from the whole idea of doing this. The fact s of who Sam Hunter is or was. Perhaps the picture came through better then i hoped seeing all the rants. I guess if you're reading this its your decision. Let me leave you with one thought however. My motto.