Chapter 1
A Rainy Day
June 10th 2014
A plume of smoke rose above the neighborhood and becoming one with the grey clouds that obscured the blue sky from the land below. On a distant street, a boy dressed in the typical uniform of a Melbourne schoolboy watched with an expression of distress. He knew not what the cause of the smoke was but he knew where the source was. Realizing that something was wrong, the boy broke into a sprint, dumping his bag on the side of the road.
The boy's name was Lynn Fang, a 14-year-old Chinese boy living and schooling in Melbourne, Australia. His mother passed away before he could talk and his father had raised him since that day. He was of average height for a boy his age and was very athletic despite not appearing as so. His hair was as black as the night sky
Lynn ran down the road as fast as he could. His school blazer flapped wildly behind him. He turned another corner and ran to the front of his house and stopped. Part of his house was burning, the door had been knocked down and a gun was on the ground outside a smashed window.
"No way…" he muttered, almost unable to comprehend the situation, "Oh shit! Dad!"
As rain began to fall, Lynn ran in through the door looked around. A man dressed in black with a balaclava lay dead against the hallway wall. A cleaver was lodged in his skull. A trail of blood ran down his face, forming a large pool of it on the wooden floor. The wound was fresh and blood continued pouring out. Lynn felt sick having seen a dead body for the first time in his life. He took a few deep breaths, which only led to him inhaling a large amount of smoke. He took a few seconds to calm down and recover before proceeding down the hallway.
There were signs of a struggle as Lynn walked down the hall. He made a left turn and saw another similarly dressed man sitting against the closed door to the living room. He approached carefully and used his right leg to push the man away from the door. The man had died of a stab wound through the back of his neck. A trail of blood led into the door. With the body out of the way, Lynn pushed the door slightly open and looked through the gap.
The living room was filled with smoke. He could see two men, one standing and the other one on the floor. Through the smoke, Lynn could see that the man on the floor was his father. He could see a knife stabbed through his father's chest.
"Dad?" muttered Lynn, about to burst into tears.
He turned his attention to the other man. He leaned down and pulled open Lynn's father's jacket. He then took a rectangular object, some sort of book. Through the smoke, Lynn saw him give a faint smile. Feelings of sadness were replaced with rage. He remembered the training his father had given him.
"You murderer!" yelled Lynn as he burst through the door.
"Shit!"
The murderer quickly put the book in his bag and jumped out the window. Lynn, completely enraged followed him out into the rain. In pursuit, Lynn and the murderer climbed over the back fence of Lynn's house and begin running down a back street.
"This has nothing to do with you!"
"Nothing to do with me? You killed me father! I'll fucking kill you!" yelled Lynn in a fit of anger.
"Stay away! It's for your own good!
"No! You will die! I will kill you!"
The murderer ran across the road and jumped the smaller fence into another backyard. Instead of following the murderer, Lynn jumped onto the fence and used it to jump and climb onto the roof. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop instead of climbing over the fences below like the murderer was doing, allowing him closing the gap between them. Further down the block, the residential housing ended and became a small area of commercial buildings. From there, Lynn entered a full on sprint and made his jump.
As Lynn fell from the roof towards the murderer, he held his arm back and extended a small blade from the cuff of his right hand. He slammed the running murderer to the ground and plunged the blade into his back. The murderer gave a groan of agony, which continued until Lynn pulled the knife out. The murderer rolled onto his back and looked at his killer. He took out Lynn's father's book and dropped it at Lynn's feet. Blood began to mix with the rain, staining the area.
"You're young… you shouldn't have wasted it like this. You didn't have to get involved in this mess you know." Said the murderer weakly.
"I didn't choose to get involved in this. I got pulled into it. When you decided to kill my dad, things got personal," Said Lynn, barely able to keep in the tears.
"I'm sorry kid. I had to do what I had to do. Now that you've killed me, you're involved. You've just thrown yourself into a miserable life, fighting for survival against a superior force."
"What? What are you talking about? What superior force?
"I can't tell you about that."
"Why did you do it? Why did you kill my father?!" yelled Lynn desperately.
"I'd tell you if I could but its very important business.
"Then fuck you! You piece of shit! Rot in hell!"
"I'll see you there mate." Replied the murderer with a smile.
Lynn stabbed him with the blade through the heart. The murderer jerked around for a moment before going silent. The blade put an end to his life quickly. Without saying a word, Lynn desperately began to search his body for anything that would provide him with answers.
He saw the strap of a necklace around the murderer's neck. It made him remember a strange necklace his father wore. It was a strange symbol he didn't know about. He had asked his father many times before about what the symbol was but every time, his father had said that he was still too young to know. He pulled the necklace off the murderer. The necklace, unlike his father's bore the symbol of the Knights Templar. He looked at it with confusion before tucking it away in his pocket. His attention then turned to the ring the murderer was wearing. It had the same Templar symbol.
"The Knight's Templar? What has this got to do with anything?" questioned Lynn as he dumped the ring into his pocket.
Hearing the sound of sirens in the distance, Lynn picked up the book and ran from the scene, leaving a dead body bleeding in the alleyway. He didn't know what to do anymore. All he could do keep running.