Wanted 2: On the Run
Chapter One
"If you kick in the door to my apartment, what do you think you'll find? Well…nothing, because I'd already be gone. I wouldn't have left anything behind, I was taught not to. Earl, my brother, taught me everything before he died. He taught me how to shoot a gun, the "Gunsmith" he was called, as Wesley told me. He said he knew everything about a "piece". Though I knew that already, he always had guns around, even when I was a kid. Always cleaning them, aiming them, and hiding them from Mom. She might have had a heart attack if she knew where all his money went. But, anyway, he gave me one, right before he left. A Sig Sauer Mosquito, I never leave it anywhere I can't, it's my favorite pistol, not to mention it's the only piece I have. I don't like to use anything else, I find it pointless, for one reason only. It's because the people that are chasing me are always in range.
The Wolves, they call themselves, but truthfully, their just a bunch of straggling Fraternity members. They're trying to start up their own Fraternity and have been trying to recruit me since they've started, talking of keeping the bloodlines. But, Wes does like it. At all, in fact, he told me that if I can survive until he finds me, we could be partners and he'll teach me how to fully control this whole "Slow-mo" thing. When it happens now, it feels like my heart is gonna burst, but he tells me it's for much more than that. Like bending bullets or something, which, as you could imagine, is incredibly cool but super annoying to fight since I can't do it. I figured I'd start writing this little log after each couple of days. So keep up with me, whoever you are if you find this.
I guess I should start by saying that I'm about two months into waiting for Wes. He says not to tell him where I am because the lines are undoubtedly being traced and we don't ever talk long enough for triangulation. So that's really the only reason we haven't already met up by now. But, he tells me to document each time that I run into Vance, the leader of The Wolves, and email it to him whenever I'm near a computer, whether it's mine or not. Every time I email him, he gets closer to finding me, so I'd say the plan is working. But he's also amazed at how long I've survived on my own with one pistol and only two boxes of ammo. I can't really say how, but I know it's due to that fact that I don't fight that often because I'm too fast to track easily. I just keep going and-"
The kid stops writing and looks towards the door or the shabby motel room he's sitting in. Throwing the small book and pencil into his bag, he's out to the bathroom widow and down the back alley before a few "Wolves" kick open the front. They walk in and search, mutter at each other and turning the place upside down. They search the bathroom last only to find the widow open, but instead of climbing through it and trying to chase the kid, they radio Vance.
"Hey, yeah Vance? He isn't here…I don't know, it looks like he's gone out of the window…..What? We didn't chase him because we've been in here too long. He's gone far by now…..Well….he isn't a regular kid, he's got an assassin's blood….Alright, we'll go after him…" The man finishes after he stuffs the radio in his pocket and flicks the other guy upside his bald head, motioning for him to follow as the radio man climbs through the window.