Chapter 1: Origins

AN: So... hi! For my old readers, welcome back! To my new readers, welcome! Here's the introduction to the... quiet possibly psychotic protagonist. If you're interested in where this is leading, please check out my profile, where it explains everything. All in all: Enjoy!

I am currently falling to my death. Hell of a way to start off a story huh? The name's Ethan Morgan, and I should probably explain what exactly is happening here, right? Well, let's get one thing straight here: I'm not going to explain my life story to you okay? Here's the short story: rich parents who actually cared for me got sent six feet under by a random assassin, which in turn got me on a good old fashioned revenge quest. Cliche? Probably. Was it shitty? Definitely. Did it make me a badass? Oh fuck the hell yes it did. Anyway, after finally tracking the assassin down well… you'll see.


Ten years. That's how long I trained. It was a painful decade, but it was worth it. I can kill a man in so many ways with my bare hands now, just like the one I'm killing right now. I mean, killings not the only thing I learned, but it's coming in handy right now. Where was I again? Oh yeah, killing this guy. I finished applying pressure, snapping the guys neck like a twig.

Now you may be wondering what the poor bastard did to deserve that. Well simply put: he's a guard who discovered I was here, and I couldn't leave witnesses now could I? As to what was he guarding? The extremely pricey apartment of a very elusive person I've been looking for the past six months.

I slowly made my way into said apartment, after making sure that there was nobody else was in my way. Huh, this was going well. As long as I don't fuck up I should be fine… I just jinxed myself didn't I? I moved through the door, and it was smooth sailing. That is until I stepped on a pressure pad. Ah shit. Who the hell has pressure plate in this day and age?

Anyways, a rope shot out, wrapping around my leg. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed out as I shot up. Okay, not good. I looked around to check out the apartment. Hey, nice place. Shame it was going to be wrecked when I was done. I pulled out my trusty K-Bar knife, reaching for the rope. Thankfully I was able to reach it, and I started to slice away. Alright almost got it… wait how high up am I again? I got my answer when the rope broke.

I let out a small yelp as I fell down. Thankfully I was only about eight feet up, but it still hurt. Actually come to think of it… let's see here. I shuffled a bit… yep landed wrong. I got up, trying not to move my already dislocated right shoulder. Okay, I have to set this before anything else. I moved to the wall in front of me. Okay here we go.

OH SHIT! YEP THAT HURT OKAY! I moved my arm experimentally, and thankfully it worked. Ok now to find Winters. That's when I felt a knife at my throat. Found him. "Who the hell are you?" A voice that I hadn't heard for the better part of decade growled out. Oh boy, here we go.

I couldn't resist. "Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask." I quoted, smirking under my balaclava. V for Vendetta for the win baby! The knife came a little closer and… yep drew a little blood there. "Real funny wise guy. Tell me who you are right now, or this gets messy." Winters growled again.

While this was going on, I reached for the M1911 in my shoulder holster. Just had to keep him talking. "Okay fair enough. Just out of curiosity do you even remember any of the people you killed? The people you've separated?" I asked. The gun was in my hand.

I could hear the scoff. "Of course I don't. Feelings get you killed in this business. You must be one of my many targets family members. Let me guess, parents right? What you miss mommy and daddy?" He sneered at me. That's what I needed. I aimed at my left shoulder and braced myself.

OW SON OF A BITCH! I could hear Winters flying back, and I made my move. I twisted around, aiming at the injured man. He was fast, but I was faster. I shot three times, each bullet making an impact. Winters fell on his back, and tried to crawl away. He made it next to his window, but I moved towards him, gun in hand.

I tore off the mask, and Winters turned around. "I've been waiting for this day for 10 long years." I growled at him. His eyes widened. "The Morgan kid? Fuck, I knew I should have wasted you." He stated. Then he smirked. "You made one mistake though kid." He said to me. Wait what?

"And what was that?" I mockingly asked. That's when I saw the gun. Fuck. "You forgot to search the place." He sneered, then fired. We both shot, and I could see his brains splatter the wall behind him. Of course there was no way I could dodge the gunfire. What I didn't anticipate was that it was buckshot.

I was sent flying out the window, and out of the 75th floor. I could see the lights of the city as I fell, and it was gorgeous. This is where our story starts. All in all, this was fine. Here I come Mom and Dad. I closed my eyes, and darkness overtook me.

AN: And this is where we leave off. The next chapter will be... well you'll see. If you have any questions, please message me or leave reviews. Other than that, Read, Review, and Enjoy! See you guys later!