This is my very first work, I really hope you enjoy it.

"Normal dialogue"

'Thoughts'

"GOD announcement"

System output

Prologue

The smell of blood and gunpowder filled the air. Step by step, the bloodied figure of a man clothed entirely in black ascended the two-flight staircase of the abandoned residential building. Stumbling slightly, the figure supported himself on the old rusty handrail.

Trying with all his might not to tumble down, the man forced himself to keep walking, clutching the bullet wound on the lower part of his abdomen with his right hand.

'I won't die, I can't die, not here, not yet'

The sound of shouts, followed by the sound of footsteps startled him, and woke him up of his mental stupor. Gathering all his remaining strength, the man accelerated the pace, trying to put some distance between him and his persecutors.

Arriving at the end of the staircase, the man found himself facing the rooftop's door. Opening the door, the cold wind of the night greeted him. Chills ran through his spine when the sound of footsteps got closer than before, announcing his impending doom.

Advancing through the rooftop, his eyes moved from one place to another, searching for a possible escape route, but sadly couldn't find any. Feeling dejected, the black robed man collapsed in the middle of the rooftop, his vision blurry. The loss of blood beginning to make effect on his body. The black hood fell over his shoulders, revealing the pale face of a young man on his early twenties. Strands of disheveled black hair partially covered his bloodshot eyes, filled with despair.

"Is this really the end? How could this be…?"

While the man was muttering to himself, the shadows of numerous people made appearance through the doorway. All of them wearing the same attire as the young man, and were clearly part of the same organization. Leading the group of people was a beautiful blond woman. Her perfectly curvaceous body, combined with an oval shaped face and round eyes made her look like one of those beauties out of a fairy tale, but in the eyes of the young man, she was nothing more than a filthy witch.

When the woman laid her eyes on the collapsed figure of the young man, she gave out a mocking laughter. That laughter pierced right through the soul of the young man, who looked at her intensely, rage and hatred almost palpable on his gaze.

"Hahahaha! Look at you! , the so called strongest assassin, the night crawler, the man who took a thousand lives. But you're nothing more than a beaten dog now! Hahahahaha!"

"Selene! You treacherous bitch…!"

The young man cursed at her and then coughed, blood stained his hands that were beginning to shake, and the cold started spreading to his upper limbs. It was at this moment that the young man noticed that he could not feel his legs anymore.

The woman in front of him whose name was Selene, who he has been partners with for the last four years, and have known each other since they were children and have grown together, was now selling him to the organization. It was because of pure casualty that he got his hands on some high-tech blueprints during one of his missions, and that was enough reason for her to convince the higher ups of the organization to hunt him down and try to steal it.

"Hahahaha! Oh little Marcus, you are so naïve! Having feelings of attachment to someone who gains her life by killing is just stupid! Do you really believed those things that I said? That I loved you? Hahahaha!"

Those mocking words felt like a giant hammer that got slammed on the chest of Marcus, sending shivers throughout his entire body.

"Oh, and let me tell you something! Even if you didn't have those blueprints, I would still have done what I did! You just gave me an excuse to act! The fact that you were to be disposed of was already decided for both our families! Hahahahaha! Look at you, how pitiful!"

Realization struck Marcus as he heard those words, and that was the last drop that overflowed the glass. Marcus's body went cold, and his soul seemed to have left it. Like pulled by some invisible strings, Marcus stood up slowly, and despite of the massive blood loss, his movements were nothing close to dull.

Looking at the Marcus in that state, Selene felt a sense of danger, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of satisfaction. Seeing the man that was hailed as the deadliest predator struggling while covered in blood, knowing that she was the one that made it possible filled her with pride.

With a grin of victory, Selene gave a signal to the group of people, and they answered by pointing their guns at Marcus, who was still standing in the same spot.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Suddenly a crazy laugh escaped his lips. His black hair no longer covering his eyes, which seemed to glow a deep shade of red under the moonlight. The group of people, including the blonde, took a step back in fear. And then, realizing what they just have done, felt an increasing sense of shame, followed by rage.

"Just die already! Kill him!"

Hearing the words of Selene, a barrage of bullets flew at Marcus way faster than what the human eye could perceive. It was at this moment that something incredible occurred.

"What…" "Gasp…" "That can't be!"

In the middle of the rain of bullets, Marcus moved in an incredibly swift manner, following an apparently random way. The hitmen of the association and the blonde woman looked awestruck at the scene, and couldn't react on time when in an act of extreme speed, Marcus sprinted to the border of the rooftop. Marcus gave a look of disdain to the people on the rooftop, and then with a hearty laugh, jumped down the twelve store building.

Amidst the fall, Marcus couldn't help but think about his really short life. The memories of the times when he and Selene played as two little children, and all those nights the two spend together years later came at him. Also those memories of the time when he was being trained by his family to be one of the most skilled assassins, and the time when he completed his first successful mission and became a full-fledged assassin. He suddenly realized that his life just consisted in things other people wanted him to do. Suddenly, a sense of unwillingness cursed through his chest, and his eyes glowed with the same red light as before.

"No! I won't let them do this to me, I won't"

He extended his hands up the sky, trying to grab onto something, whatever that might be able to help him in this situation, but it was too late. The floor was getting closer with every second, and with the final air left in his tired lungs he let out a loud roar.

"I! AM! UNWILLING!"

It was at that same moment that lightning struck, and then everything was darkness for Marcus.