Preface
This is real life. This isn't a happily ever after story. Come to think of it, I think we're far from it actually. You ask me 6 months ago if I would ever find myself in this situation, or -predicament is a better word for it. I would laugh in your face and tell you "No way, Edward Cullen doesn't do anything half-assed."
Now, the conflicting question is, if I didn't do anything half assed, then why am I face to face with death at this very moment?
I am a contract killer- a hitman. I was born with this lifestyle running through my veins. My father, runs the largest, most organized assassination team in the history of mankind. We take jobs requested by some of the most powerful people in the world. If you wanted someone offed, we were your guys. Why me and not my brothers you ask? Well that was the same question that I asked my father when I was younger. "I see more of myself in you more and more each day that passes." My father said.
Now don't get me wrong, we don't kill people just because you asked for it. The people we kill deserve to die. These people have done some horrible evil things in their lifetime. When they think they are the most invincible, that's actually when they are the most weak and we step in and assess the situation before things get out of control. One thing that I've noticed in the organized crime world and also in the "government" world is that they don't like for things to get so - loud. If someone is letting the power get to their head then we have to nip it in the bud before things get messy.
We are considered vigilantes in a way. This was our way of "giving back" to the community. Hell, the world. We were contracted to dispose of our targets, not to protect them. So when I was given this assignment to protect the reason of my current situation, I had no idea what I was getting myself into and had no idea that this would make me break all of my rules that I created to protect myself.
My name is Edward Cullen, and I'll start at the beginning.