A rainy day soon proved to be worth awakening to a man who's life was
about to end. It was a possible that he wouldn't. But all life was to
him, is a game of chance. He never did know what could happen. The only
way was to encounter it face to face. Which was what he was going to
do on this, very day.
"Get the fuck out of bed!"
It was something he was used to ever since they captured him. He was their pet. Their monkey. He did whatever he was told. If he refused, then there was always that chance of getting beaten.
"Up on you feet," his commander ordered.
He did as he was told, and listened to what he had to say.
"A china man flew in earlier. Says he came for you, whatever the fuck he wants with you is beyond my mind. A worthless fighter I swear. I can't wait for that day, the day we fight," he paused for a moment, then looked at him straight in the eyes.
"Devon, there are more out there. You are one of them. One day, everyone will come back together. I know it. Until then, we have to elimanate all those that are useless. I don't want you to be one of them. Win this fight Devon."
Devon was used to this. Fighting was all he knew. Math, reading, anything else was unknown to him. What happend to my old life?
He thought to himself. There were faint memories, but not enough to put together the pieces he needed.
Devon could see himself looking in the mirror with a gun in his hands,
and small sprinkles of blood dripping off his face. He was giving a murderous glance full of abombanation. His knuckles white from holding the gun with his death lock. Realizing it was over, the grip eased to the point where the gun fell out of his hand. Devon calmed down, and walked to his front door. A bloody body layed next to it,
engulfed in bullet wounds.
"I did it that...." he mumbled to himself.
That was all he could remember from that day. Everything before that was bright to him. He didn't remember why he killed those men, or why he was here. "Devon, it's time," his commander noted.
He put his hands behind his back allowing his commander to hand cuff him. He pushed him out of the room and into the corridor.
"His name, is Xyan. Skinny mother fucker if I do say so myself, but agile."
Devon listened, but had nothing to say to him. "Commander! We found him!"
A computer geek ran up to the commander, out of breath.
"Found who?"
"The assassin, the one named Max. He's in London," he said as he pulled out a map showing Max's exact location.
"He was seen killing two officers. This is one of your students sir."
A grin erected on the commander's face.
"Perfect, and I have just the right oppenet for him too."
Suddenly, Devon felt he was the oppenet.
"Cancell the asain's match. I want Devon here one his way to London."
"Get the fuck out of bed!"
It was something he was used to ever since they captured him. He was their pet. Their monkey. He did whatever he was told. If he refused, then there was always that chance of getting beaten.
"Up on you feet," his commander ordered.
He did as he was told, and listened to what he had to say.
"A china man flew in earlier. Says he came for you, whatever the fuck he wants with you is beyond my mind. A worthless fighter I swear. I can't wait for that day, the day we fight," he paused for a moment, then looked at him straight in the eyes.
"Devon, there are more out there. You are one of them. One day, everyone will come back together. I know it. Until then, we have to elimanate all those that are useless. I don't want you to be one of them. Win this fight Devon."
Devon was used to this. Fighting was all he knew. Math, reading, anything else was unknown to him. What happend to my old life?
He thought to himself. There were faint memories, but not enough to put together the pieces he needed.
Devon could see himself looking in the mirror with a gun in his hands,
and small sprinkles of blood dripping off his face. He was giving a murderous glance full of abombanation. His knuckles white from holding the gun with his death lock. Realizing it was over, the grip eased to the point where the gun fell out of his hand. Devon calmed down, and walked to his front door. A bloody body layed next to it,
engulfed in bullet wounds.
"I did it that...." he mumbled to himself.
That was all he could remember from that day. Everything before that was bright to him. He didn't remember why he killed those men, or why he was here. "Devon, it's time," his commander noted.
He put his hands behind his back allowing his commander to hand cuff him. He pushed him out of the room and into the corridor.
"His name, is Xyan. Skinny mother fucker if I do say so myself, but agile."
Devon listened, but had nothing to say to him. "Commander! We found him!"
A computer geek ran up to the commander, out of breath.
"Found who?"
"The assassin, the one named Max. He's in London," he said as he pulled out a map showing Max's exact location.
"He was seen killing two officers. This is one of your students sir."
A grin erected on the commander's face.
"Perfect, and I have just the right oppenet for him too."
Suddenly, Devon felt he was the oppenet.
"Cancell the asain's match. I want Devon here one his way to London."