Slades Soliloquy
Ever wonder why things happen the way they do? God, I wish I did things differently. Once the best of the best. Now, a one- eyed criminal mastermind. Yes, I've seen it in their faces… why does he wear a mask?
Was it a bullet? A near fatal accident? A murder gone awry? Heh, it was my own stupidity. Slade "Death-stroke" Wilson underestimated a kid, and a mother's wrath.
It started a normal day for a normal mercenary, I awoke and stretched, my bones groaning in protest. I couldn't sleep through the call. I wish I did now. But, I answered. I was to assassinate a kid named Vicktor Stone.
He was the best of the best. I watched him play for a month before I moved in for the kill. I cut the brake-lines in a way that looked accidental. As I finished and got up I was caught by his mother with the wire-cutters still in my hand. She put her hand in her purse. When it withdrew, she held something I did not recognize, and for one in my profession, that is not good. It was a bomb, a bomb that took the woman's life, half of my face, and all the grass for hundreds of yards. I got away before the young man got in his car and drove away. I watched the news from a hospital room in a place called Jump City.
