Story of a life
Marcus POV:
My name is Marcus. My life was always full of different types of surprises I wish I didn't get or the occasional life threatening situation. One of the things I do for a living is kill people that commit crimes that compromise the free will of a person, this life style has more to it though. There's this group called the assassins. They safeguard humanity's free will by killing those that would take it away, like the assassin's century old enemy the knights Templar. The Templars want order, peace, and control. They achieve this by dulling the human mind to understand what they want you to understand and to make you believe what they want you to believe. The assassins decided that they would take a stand against them. This was all the way back in the third crusade and has been fought all the way into the modern day world of 2013. I'm one of these assassins. I joined the assassin order back in the year 2008. Sense then I can easily say that I've seen more than the average person. I can't give myself an average number of how many people I have killed in the span of six years but I can still tell my self that it is a lot. Right now I'm after a man that goes by the name of Hunter James Bobby. He owns an underground human trafficking corporation in the outskirts of Manhattan New York. Which isn't much to go on other than a general area but something is better than nothing I suppose. I run through the street I was in heading towards the Hudson River where I got my latest lead that Hunter was at the docks bringing in his latest prizes. I get to 111th Avenue Where, when I peak around the corner, I can clearly see the docks. I see several boats but not the one I'm looking for so I run to 49th street where there are floors of apartments. I climb up the walls to the roof to get a better view of the docks. I find a yacht where men are forcing woman to get into cars. I climbed down and hid behind a crate near the yacht with clear view of the woman's faces now. There was about 20 woman and 16 4 door cars. There was a man at the entrance to the yacht (a stocky thug like guy with greased back hair), A guy standing about 40 feet away near one of the crates watching the woman and groping them every once in a while as they trudge by (I'll make sure to slit his throat before I he touches another woman). Then there was one last guy Near the farthest car with a silenced gun who seemed to be making sure that the woman were getting in the cars. One woman tried to run away but before she even got passed the cars the third man shot her in her head with her head instantly breaking apart like it was split in half spraying blood and creating pools of blood on the street before she hit the ground. The third man gave one disgusted look at the other woman and they instantly started hurrying in the cars. I quietly crouched and walked to the man with the gun. I got to hide right on the drivers side of the car before he looked behind him. He huffed then went back to watch the woman. I then quickly moved to the passengers side of the car just as he grew more suspicious I pulled out my hidden blade, while using my other hand to cover his mouth, pushed the blade into his middle back area. The blade didn't puncture straight through his body so there wasn't a lot of blood before I retracted my blade. But the wound still looking someone had shot him and then opened up the wound to make him suffer (guilty as charged). Some of the woman saw me. I put my index finger to my lips to usher them to stay quiet. They complied and I pulled my hood up and moved to the guy near the crate. He was constantly staring and groping the woman so I took the opportunity to pull out my hidden blade and stab him in the throat. Before I pulled it out I twisted it and pushed the blade to the side to cut his head almost completely off. Veins and arteries protruded form his neck and blood splattered at least an area of 3 feet on the side of the crate. I pulled the man to the side and moved to the final thug. He wasn't facing the door so I had to think of another way to kill him. I pulled a throwing knife out and prepared to throw it. I threw the knife and the man barely had time to notice before the knife hit his solar plexus cutting his breath short and causing him to fall gasping for air and bleeding all over the deck. I ran to the woman and told them to go as far away from here as possible. When they ran out of my sight I proceeded into the yacht.