Prologue: The Abduction

Etched in front of my docile yet drowsy eyes stands a burly, buff yet rounded figure of monstrosity. There in front of him stood a smaller figure cowering and slumped due to his unconscious state. There the efficient assassin snarled something at me.

"God how I'd like to kill him right now, lucky I'm not able to do that. Boy send regards to your father," said the bulky mysterious assassin.

The high pitched scream from behind beckoned me, "Don't take him! Christopher do something! He's my life!" called the alarmed voice behind him.

What was I suppose to do I didn't even know the stranger slumped in front of this deadly desperado. Who was I to care? Though I was curious as to whom the unconscious individual with the darkened skull and the matt of distinct padding was.

Who was the verbalizing, frightened mortal who I was so transparently familiar with? Knowing myself and the atmosphere that I grew up in, I should have done something. Damage. Something I'm excellent at. It's a skillful trait I almost inherently received do to years of martial distinct precision and competence.

How this urgent tone was something I could not forget though could not stop pondering. What was the motive behind the vocalization?

Bleep, bleep bleep, bleep, came out of the alarm in pronunciation of a new dawn.

As I look up at the ceiling I realize it was just an illusion after several restful hours of slumber. The images of that mental picture did not have the entirety of what may have formulated. Though it seemed the presence of a darkening force lurked through the eyes of the slayer that encapsulated the helpless victim almost lifeless.

For some reason I knew something was holding me back as the dream played on. What had grounded from doing what instinct was telling me to do? The only thing I knew was that this probably won't be the end of my sub consciousness telling me of trouble.