Why Won't You Die?

Chapter One : How It Started

John crossed the bridge that led to Spruce Island. It was an area that covered about one hundred and ten acres. It was covered with plenty of red spruce which shouldn't have been growing at that altitude, but they did on that island. It had a creek running all the way around it, which made it an island. Some parts were deeper than others; some parts were wider than others, but most places you could simply walk across.

But, at the northern most part of the island, you could find the deepest part of the creek. At this location, you could also find the small, steel and wooden bridge that John was driving across in his dark-grey custom made Aston Martin DB-5 with the titanium frame and bullet-proof glass and all of the other little things included along with it.

Yeah, it's really easy to spare no expense when you're a professional assassin that never leaves a trace…not even a bullet.

He continued to drive the paved road that led deeper into the island. It took a few minutes to get back to his cabin which was in the middle of the island. So, let's talk about John for a minute.

You're gonna have to get used to the fact that he's only about thirty years old and has grey hair (it's a genetic thing). If you have OCD, just leave now…but still leave a review, please. Anyway, he doesn't just live out there like a recluse. He has a family; his wife and his daughter. They live in his other house which is where he's at most of the time. It's a two story colonial house with three bathrooms and yeah it's a nice house, oh look, John's back at his cabin.

His log cabin which was really made out of concrete logs of course had a few innovations and gadgets. The bullet-proof glass, the hidden underground armory thing and all of that stuff.

He parked his car on the driveway. He got out and walked over to his front porch to go inside. He stepped into his living room which had a couple of chairs, a couch, a spruce wood floor, and a fireplace which he lit by turning a knob that was by the doorway. He sat down in the chair nearest to the fireplace and began to read the newspaper which he had collected when he turned onto the road that led back there.

Another Murder!

That was the one he had taken care of the day before. Something about a scumbag selling drugs to some guy's children. Well, of course he took the job. Nothing like making several thousand dollars and helping the economy at the same time!

Yeah, they would soon find out about the people he took care of today. What'd the guy say?

There's these three guys selling drugs from a barn near my property. I don't want the police fishing around on my farm. I mean, we've all got skeletons in our closets…right?

Yeah, what a weirdo.

After reading the article to make sure that no extremely helpful clues were found, John put the newspaper down on the coffee table and stood up. He picked up his large briefcase which he had left by the front door and headed into his office were his other computer was. He sat the briefcase down by his desk and sat down. He turned on his computer and checked his messages.

Hello Mr. Sniper Sir!

So, I was just walking down the street, when out of nowhere, this teenage girl straight up stabbed some random guy who was on the other side of the street from me. She began to drag him into an alleyway before she saw me. I know who she is. Her name is Lizzy Welterdawn. And…before this happened, I thought the girl was kind of strange and just a little…okay, quite creepy. But now this happened, and I'm afraid that she's gonna kill me because I'm a witness. So, do me a favor and take her out so she won't kill any other people, including me!

Reward: $8000

(Yeah everyone. If you haven't already figured it out, I'm American.)

"Doesn't sound too hard," John said as he responded saying that he'd accepted the job.

"Okay, I feel like a little bit of a change is in order." John picked up his briefcase and reached behind a book on his bookshelf and pressed a button. He then opened one of the books and flipped to certain pages in a certain order. He then placed the book back on the shelf as a square of floor around him began to lower into the ground.

Hello guys! It's me! BadWolf1900! And you have another story to read! This first chapter may be somewhat badly written, but that's probably because I had to write all of that stuff about the gadgets. I assure you, the rest of the story will be much better! In the next episode (chapter) you'll get to follow John on an assassination mission! We'll see how it goes! Until then, get out of my way and you'll have a good day! (I'm gonna do that from now on.) Also, this story has very little connection with my other stories if any, just to let you know that so that you don't get confused. Anyway, DA WOLF IS OUT!