My eyes rapidly blinked and shifted as I woke up. I could tell I was somewhere I didn't belong, I had to figure out where I was, why I was here.
"Where am I?" I muttered, my voice had apparently been mute.
I looked around dazed but I didn't have a clue. So I used my arms to lift my limp body of off the concrete that I was left on. My gun was still strapped to my thigh and I saw a small pool of blood in a corner near me.
I knew for some reason that it wasn't mine though, and I stood still before I snapped out of my investigative trance. I wish my brain had worked out a reasonable idea of why it was there but it didn't and I was left to reluctantly follow the trail, gun unholstered of course.
Whoever it was must've been injured, they left a large trail that suddenly stopped in the streets. The skid marks looked fresh so they apparently took a taxi or a car of their own if the one they took wasn't stolen.
My heart pumped faster, I realized the perpetrator who left me to die couldn't have been far ahead.
I took the stupid option; I ran.
I ran until my sole's bled and my legs started to have a painful beating rythym of their own while my vision had blurred and my eyes had involuntarily teared up. I just had to keep pushing. I knew I was close.
I did find the man who left me to die at a bar all the way across the town. I finally figured out who he was: Cole Tyson.
I saw his hurt leg, it reduced him to a limp and I was sure it was broken sorely. I wanted to attack him, but that's where it got weird. Weirder than being mute.
Each punch had been futile. They all went through the bastard's head! I clawed at pockets of air angrily until I broke down.
I fell to the floor in tears due to my sudden realization that I was unheard and unseen. I was a phantom of sorts, and how unhappy was I.
All I could do was spectate until I was given my next clue.
He talked of hauling me off to a bigger base of his on a different continent, different country much more. For so long had the gang and I underestimated his wealth and power. He had a much more influence and power than he told us. He told sly he was just some pyro loving, bank robbing, 21 year old sleaze. In reality he was a vicous assassin who wanted to advance in his group, league if you will. I caught parts of his conversation with his master about how he was a protege and he wanted to become the next big villain via dark magic and science. He was supposed to become a whole different race, possibly even a beast. He was supposed to go down in flames.
What scared me more was that he had my body in storage so he could load me up on a plane. It confused me until I touched my body and I was sucked back into it. I awoke from my out of body experience filled with new knowledge of my enemy but as soon as I started panicking I was punched into unconsciousness.
Next thing I knew was that I was tossed in front of sly on a plane. He tried to save me but he was shot down and was left with a nosediving plane.
I was taken to the assassin's base and I know nothing of Sly's status.
And here I still am.