Code name: Smoke.

AN:

Hey everyone this is my first story which i am going to show people and probably one of the few that i will actually finish seeing as im having quite a bit of fun writing this at the moment, i apologize if this story jumps from one thing to another quite a bit, i'll hopefully be getting that under control as i update :) P.S sorry if there are letters missing are there are two instead of just one as my keyboard is temper mental :( happy reading and don't forget to review :) Love: KarmasFoe


Hi, my name is Simon, to whoever is reading this consider yourself lucky as not many people know my true name anymore. Why do i say anymore? well that's simple, most of the people that used to know my name are dead, by my count there's only a handful of people who know my true name. However there are thousands of people who have heard of me, go ahead and try it, just walk out into the streets and ask a passer by if they know who Smoke is. Yep that's right, I now go by the name Smoke.

Why? well basically because i am exactly like Smoke from Mortal Kombat, the human version obviously. ill tell you why i look like him in a bit but fist i want to tell you a bit about my friends. And yes we all have new names since it started (what am i on about ill tell you in second). Now where was i? that's right! I have very few 'friends' not because I'm lonely, but because they are the only people that i trust completely to let them know my name, so if you know my name then you can consider yourself my friend :).

The first is 'Preacher', his real name is Joseph or Jo, hes my cousin and the only family member that i know of anymore, the next is 'G', real name Gez, this guy is one of my oldest friends and is sort of my brother along with 'Rusty', real name Callum or Cal who gained his name because of the colour of his hair. I know i just said that only my friends know my name, however for 1 person that isn't the case, but ill tell you about that another time. well there you have it. my three friends, who i would trust with my life.

i will tell you about them a bit more when it is time, but for now i will explain what is going on this fucked up wasteland that I call home. The main area of the story I'm about to tell you is Wales, I'm not welsh but my parents moved here with me and my sister when i was younger so that we would have a good education, needless to say that it was pointless in me getting a degree in physics from the way i see it, but that has helped me in the past, anyway, i had a pretty decent life growing up, but like every one else life had its obstacles which it liked to throw at me.

My mother died when i was 16 and that had an effect on the way i looked at life, i never worried about anything again after she passed away, the way I saw it, I could worry and stress out about the way something was working out and get stressed out about it, or i could relax and chill out and keep going, whichever way i handled something it would have the same effect so i decided to live my life by the latter, just relaxing when some obstacle came my way and not letting it bother me, whether it be my education, exams, money or girls. anyway skip forward a few years to when i was 20 i had just finished my degree at University and was looking to get my life on track and settle down with my girlfriend at the time, Lucy, in my eyes she was my soul mate and the woman who i wanted to spend the rest of my life with, now i know i said that i grew up pretty well, but looking back on it i guess that's because i had never grown up a different way, basically i began to get into trouble when i was 17, i started getting into fights and started selling drugs to earn more money, to cut that story short my Cousin Jo a.k.a 'Preacher' found out and threw a fit, i couldn't see where he was coming from as he wasn't exactly an ideal role model to row up to.

let me tell you a bit about 'Preacher', some people thought that we were brothers because we were splitting images of each other, we both had jet black hair and blue eyes that were unbelievably bright, we weren't tanned but we weren't white either, somewhere in the middle (if there is a middle in that?). we were built pretty much the same thanks to his obsession with girls which meant he went to the gym 3 times a week to impress them, and the fact that i had grasped a liking to american football while i was in university. Now were not huge guys but we are built pretty well without a ram of excess body fat to our names. however their were differences to us as well, 'Preacher was easily 2" while i drew the short end (literally) and stood at 9" now my height has never really bothered my seeing as I've never backed away from a fight from someone who towered over me based on my martial arts training which i had gone through as a kid. Anyway so 'Preacher' wasn't best happy with me about how i was going on with my life and how reckless i was being so he started keeping an eye on me to stop me doing ridiculous shit while i grew up, which is how he ended up saving my life...


AN:

So yeah first chapter has seen some corrections in spelling because after I checked my first 3 chapters i realized that i was missing the letter G from some words, it seems that my keyboard has to sorted out because I'm quite the light typer so sometimes it doesn't register the keys :(

But anyway I've also realized that my first 3 chapters were kind of short so i will be sorting that out by either re-writing the 3 so it will be longer or starting loner chapters in the 4th but we shall see :) anyway have fun reading the next chapter and review to let me know what you think should happen in the story because I'm kind of making it up as I go along :) Peace

KF.