Chapter 1

Javier is the type of person people stay away from. In school he is the "loner" always sitting in the corner on his own. Most people were afraid of him considered him "creepy" and for the right reasons too. Only on his 1st day after the transfer he sent the biggest school bully to the hospital for a few weeks. He didnt have many friends. As he was a foreigner and lived alone he hardly ever spoke. His father, Vito Scaletta was the leader of the Italian mafia. Javiers mother died when he was 6 so he doesn't really remember her well. They were right to be scared of him. During the day he was a student at the Rito Academy, during the night he was a killer someone who killed without any regret, without a single flinch he took lives like he did it for breakfast... well he did do it for breakfast, literally.

His days were an endless cycle. He got up, took a shower, ate second breakfast, got dressed for school and went out. School was boring, he knew possibly more than the teachers so they wouldn't bother asking him any questions in class. Since nobody ever spoke to him he spent all of his lunch lying on the grass at the back of the school looking up at the clouds. After school he headed to the grocery store and then home. Going to the store was also a rutine. If he had all he needed he would just buy a half litre ice cream cup, and some snacks. Of course he wouldnt eat them. Only shove them into the cupboard where all the other snacks only ever ate the ice cream. The snacks cupboard was used actually but he bought way too much in comparison to how much he ate. He cooked dinner himself then either took a nap for the rest of the day or would head out to his uncles to practice shooting and throwing knives.

After returning from his uncles place or waking from his nap, he would put his mask on and put his hood up. This is where the hunt began. Each night Javier recieved a bag with cash and Letters. Those letters contained names of people that were to be killed. The police strangely would not go after they often requested his help. He recieved the codename and street name "Eyepatch" as his mask covered his right eye. That's basically his life. The teachers except for one, his homeroom teacher, had no idea about his nightlife and codename. Everyone would talk about eyepatch yet even in his school. Little did they know he was sitting right beside them.

Eyepatch always wore his black jumper, even over his uniform he also always carries around 2 of his hand made by a member of his father mafia talon daggers and two of his custom made M29 revolvers 8 3/8 inches long, matte hides the guns on his back and the daggers under his guns, attached to the belt also on his back. Other than that nothing ever changed in his life. Same old boring routine. Sleep, School Nap or training and killing then repeat. Not until a certain new student joined his school.