Pain. When it comes, it hurts, doesn't it? Like a knife piercing your flesh; tearing you up from the inside. Most people speak of physical pain, like a bruise after a boxing match, or a broken arm after a street fight. But I know true pain. A pain that you can never shake away, something you can't fix with a band-aid.
"Get ready to fall, Freak Show, destination T-Minus 10 minutes"
Pain. Sometimes it doesn't know when to beat it, am I right? It lingers like a poison, making you weaker, and feel like shit. It's a curse that only a very few are unlucky to have. And let me tell you, mine wasn't a poison. No, it was a goddamn truck plowing into me at full speed. It hurt like a bitch
"Destination T-Minus 5 minutes, get ready"
Well, enough of my rambling, I'm a pretty boring guy, aren't I? I got to get ready. I have a mission to take care of. What kind of mission? Sorry, but that's classified. But I can give you a hint. Lets just say a certain high ranking politician really wants me to tie up a loose end with a special acquaintance of his. Now, now, I'm not evil. I'm not doing this because I like to. I need to make a living some how, right?
"Get ready to drop in: 3...2...1...Go! Welcome to New York!"
Whoops. Looks like I lost track of time. Man, I really need to get moving. Look, our meeting has been short, but trust me, this is only the beginning! Now let me get moving before Alec gives me an earful on time. Excuse me? Whats my name? Just call me Ares. Ares Ushitora. See you later, I have a rat to catch.
Sorry guys, small beginning. But hey, an artist didnt start on a statue but on a pot. Im open to all criticism and I promise the later chapters will be longer witha few new characters thrown into the mix.