Prologue
The hunter sat on the cold, hard roof and stared down at the blond boy down on the street below him. He held up a picture and checked to make sure he had the right person. The picture matched the boy on the street exactly. It showed a boy with blond hair and fair skin. He couldn't have been more than 13. The most noticeable thing about him was his eyes. They were ash-gray. On the hunter's lap was a file which held information about the boy. His height, weight, and age, for example, his name, too.
"We have a match. Do it," the hunter said into a walkie-talkie.
"Roger." The hunter smiled grimly as he watched three men surround the boy. The boy looked startled. One of the men grabbed him, and his eyes widened. The other men laughed at the boy's fright. The hunter's smile got bigger as the men dragged the boy down an alley.
'That'll teach you, mutant,' He thought, 'and all your kind too. You don't belong on God's planet. We will exterminate you and make the world pure again.' He laughed. 'Too bad, mutants. By the time you figure out what's happening, we'll be impossible to stop.'
The men came out of the alleyway and walked casually down the street. A few minutes after they turned the corner, a squawk came over the walkie-talkie.
"Mission accomplished, sir," the hunter rolled his eyes at the military phrase.
"Good. All of it?"
"Yes. All of it done as ordered."
"Excellent. We'll move on to the next target."
"Yes, sir."
The hunter stood up and brushed off his ragged jeans. He clipped the photo to the file and put it away in his bag. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he walked to the door to the stairs off the roof. It was time to report in.
A/N: Tell me what you think, please! Should I continue, or not? Thanks