The Right Move
CHAPTER 1
Jerry Topler. This was the name of a man who had no family and no hope. He was 23 years old living in an apartment on the east side of New York. All day he would practice martial arts. He had mastered the art of Kung Fu, and Karate. He had been studying balancing techniques, for a year now.
The reason for all of this training was because since he was 15 people had been chasing him and beating him down, and questioning him about his family. He had no idea what they were talking about. He decided that he needed to move and be able to protect himself. He moved to New York when he was 17. He had just received information that his old foes had found out where he lived.
Topler had many weapons. But non of them where guns, only swords and knives and other deadly objects. Jerry had one knife in particular that his uncle had received when he was 16. The blade was only 1 inch long but he had found a way to make it the most deadly weapon in his arsenal. In the small holster that held the knife was lined with snake venom. Once the knife pierced the skin the victim was poisoned. He also carried around 3 other knifes that where 4 inches long that where ment for throwing only. Also he kept a large sword on his back.
It was a Saturday, and I Jerry Topler had just heard about my old "friends" who have now discovered where I live. On every Saturday I would go to the same pizza shop and have 2 slices of pepperoni and a medium Coke, and sat at the same table. I looked over a few tables left and saw some people in all black clothing. They were staring right at me, I grabbed my I-phone and sent a text "I think there here" to my good friend, Peter Jacobson. He was the only one who new my life back in Florida, and was the only person I trusted. I Took a bite out of my pizza slice and felt my phone vibrate. Peter replied saying " I will bring the car, wait till I get there". Seeing as it was New York City I thought he would be a while.
20 minutes later I saw a black Dodge Challenger pull up outside the shop. I stood up and left 15 dollars ( 2.50$ I like to be generous) and started to walk to the door. Just as my hand reached fro the door one of the men dressed in black swung a club at my head. I whipped my arm around and grabbed the club with my right hand, ( I smiled once I saw the fear in his eyes) and twisted the weapon around to the right. I punched him in his side with my left arm. He dropped to the ground and let go of the club. The other man charged me with a bat and swung it at my torso. I leaped back dodging the bat and then quickly leaping towards him with a deadly kick to the chest. He wheezed and slowly feel to the ground bringing a chair with him.
The Challengers window rolled down as I saw Peters face appear " Niiiiice man!" with a large grin on his face "all part of the job" I replied winking at him. He laughed and asked "so where do we go with these weirdoes following you around?" "I don't know Peter… I think we stay here until it gets to bad" I said. As Peter drove back to the apartment building I noticed more people dressed like the men from the restaurant. "Hey peter" I asked "what?" he responded "remember that girl you met last year, what was her name?" I asked " Um her name was Gale… Um oh! Sivler, yea what about her?" he said. I then responded with a determined look on my face " I think we should go give her a visit" Peter then said " ok but if she wants some one to love I call dibs" we both laughed.