Chapter 1
Chapter 1
47 finally came too. He instantly started looking around the dark empty room for anything. He had obviously been given some sort of sedative. The taste of copper was still in his mouth. The taste was obviously chloroform. This wouldn't be his first time experiencing the stuff. 47 had come to know it too well.
He realized he was leaning over. His hands were tied up behind the back of a wooden chair and they were anchoring him the whole time he was out. 47 tried to lift his head to look around a little better.
47 moved his head a little bit and pain ran down his shoulders and neck. He had obviously strained something. 47 lowered his head back down to ease the pain. He guessed he had been in this position for more than a few hours. 47 wiggled his hands around behind the chair's back. Each move he made felt horrible, the rope around his wrists made his skin tender.
He stopped moving around for a second he heard footsteps to his left. They were coming towards him. 47 looked left but the room was just pitch black. The footsteps were closer now. They finally stopped at what he guessed was a door.
47 heard the door open, then footsteps entered the room, and then the door shut. He could feel this person's presence in the room. The person made their way towards 47. He remained as still as possible.
There was a click.
A bright light shined in 47's eyes. A buzzing noise was all that filled the room. He looked up again but it did no good. Even if he could lift his neck high enough he had been in the dark for too long to see what was going on. The light didn't help anyway. All it did was make a spotlight in the middle of the room.
47 then heard the person slide a chair from a corner and he heard it stop right in front of him. He looked up to see a man in a suit. His vision was still blurry so couldn't make out the man's face.
The man sat down in the chair in front of Agent 47. 47 gave up on looking up, it hurt too badly. He slouched over in the chair again.
He saw the man reach his hand in front of 47's face and snap his fingers.
"Hey, hey; look at me," the man ordered.
47 just looked up from the slouched position. He still couldn't see.
"Not used to the light yet, huh," the man said.
47 stopped looking at the man and stared at his own lap.
The man got up and walked over to a table in the corner of the room. He then made his way back to the chair and sat down.
47 looked up to see his silverballers in the man's hand. He could easily recognize them, even in his current state. He had custom made those two guns.
"Now, where do you find weapons like this," the man asked admiring the silverballers.
47 just continued to stare at the guns.
"They are nice guns. I wouldn't have expected less from the infamous Agent 47," the man said.
47 gave the man a mean look. But he looked down at his lap after a few seconds.
"Yes, I know who you are," he told him.
47 made no reaction.
"You are probably wondering who I am and why you are here, hmm?"
47 just grunted.
"Well my name is Jack Tenny, and I want to know what makes a man like you the man you are," he said.
"Why," 47 asked in a grunt.
"Why wouldn't I want to know? I just want to see how an assassin of your caliber is created."
"I'm just a man. Anyone can kill," 47 said still looking down.
"I agree. But you do it so well, and you were never caught," Jack said, "Well...until now."
Jack got up from his seat and laid the silverballers back on the table.
"Do you want some coffee," Jack asked as he lifted a mug off the table and took a sip.
"No," 47 said grunted.
"Are you sure? It would help you get out of that funky state you are in."
"Liquor works better," 47 said in almost a wisper.
"Well, it's kind of funny I'm having a mixture of both," he said, 47 could tell Jack was smirking.
He heard Jack unscrew a cap. The Jack made his way to 47 and lifted his head.
"Open up," he told 47.
47 opened his mouth, he could feel the strong liquor go into his mouth. He took a big swallow that burned his throat.
"Whoa, slow down there big guy," Jack loudly said as he pulled the bottle away.
47's neck started to feel a little better. He leaned up and looked at the man. Jack seemed to be in his forties. He had a thick head of brown hair and a goatee to go with it. He was wearing a buttoned shirt with a coat, and a pair of blue jeans and boots.
47's vision was getting better. He saw his feet were tied to the front legs of the chair. He was still in his black suit. The top few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned and his tie was very loose.
"Well, you look better already," Jack said as he sat down with his coffee mug with the "I love NY" logo on it.
"What do you want," 47 asked again.
"I've already told you. Tell me your story," said Jack as he crossed his legs and stared into 47's eyes.
47 shook his head wondering why he wanted to know. He finally decided just to tell him his story.
"Where do you want me to start," 47 asked.