Untouchable

Untouchable

Chapter One

Jeremy rode up the street on his bike as fast as he could. The wind was speeding past his face. He could defeat his time, he had to. His heart racing, his legs pounding with strength, he crossed the little black mark on his street. He stared at his accomplice James anticipating a time worthy of telling everyone about. "32 seconds flat, a new record!" James said. Jeremy nearly jumped clean off his bike, and road to his house cheering. His Mom would want to hear this. Pedaling as fast as he possibly could, sheer astonishment struck him as 3 men in black clothing sprinted out of his house, jumped in a car and darted out. His mother was screaming for help inside the house. Now pedaling even faster Jeremy beamed towards the house. Boom. Jeremy's house exploded into fiery shards. Stuck in shock, he stood still. A piece of a floorboard came barreling his way and struck him across the face.

15 years later

Jeremy awoke, jumped out of bed, and grabbed his Glock and silencer, cell phone, and hat to head out. His cell phone rang and he picked up. "What is it now James?" He said. "I just found a guy who may know where our friend Vito, the friend of the bomb maker in Italy," James replied. "Ok, shoot," Jeremy replied. "The Marriot Hotel, room 164, on 55th and 6th", James said. "Ok, I'm gonna go pay our guy visit," Jeremy said.

Jeremy walked out of the hotel and hopped onto his vehicle, backed it out and speeded along. He swerved between cars and soon people started cursing at him and his motorcycle. He finally made it to the hotel. He hopped off his motorcycle headed in and said to the clerk he was looking to give something to his friend and he needed to know where to find his room.

She kindly led him to the room. He said he had to go to the bathroom, walked off to the bathroom, but also watching to see if she went to the elevator. She did and when the doors closed he sprinted down the hall and kicked the door in. One man was in the room cleaning a gun as he kicked down the door. Jeremy dashed towards the man as the man ran towards him. The man began to try roundhouse kick him in the face. As soon as his foot left the ground, Jeremy ducked and kicked his other leg that was balancing him on the ground. The man fell to the ground, and quickly got back up and tried to punch Jeremy. Jeremy dodged his punch grabbed his arm, twisted it around his back and pushed towards the opposite side of the man, breaking it. Then Jeremy was behind him and stepped on his left foot and kicked the inside of his knee out, fracturing the joint and making his left leg useless. The man fell to the floor, cursing and begging for mercy. Jeremy demanded his name. The man said "Jack Vivanteras". "What do you know about Vito Costansa?" Jeremy questioned. "He's a dirty asshole with no brains," Jack responded. "I'm sorry let me rephrase, what do you know that is useful about Vito Costansa," Jeremy repeated. "I know a person who is a close friend of his, Carlo Vesel," Jack said. "Do you know where he is?" Jeremy demanded. "Yes, Guatemala," Jack replied. "Thank you, I'll be going now," Jeremy said as he started to walk away. "What? So your just gonna leave me here?" Jack questioned. Jeremy paused in the door way. "Pretty much," Jeremy said walking out. He stopped mid-way though his step and said"Oh yeah, well." He paused "I can't have you ratting me out so. Well I have to kill you." "What!" Jack said astonishingly. Then he took out his Glock, attached his silencer, cocked it and shot off 1 round in the head and 2 others into his chest. Blood squirted in all different directions and soon white carpet around him turned into a crimson waterfall. "Don't worry. I'll call room service, but I have been known to forget things," Jeremy said as he left the room.