"We'd like to offer you a job." The elderly human man said to me, although I knew I didn't have much choice from the large, well-dressed agents that he had placed in the small, and almost empty room we were in.
"Shoot." I said with my arms crossed, leaning casually to the wooden I chair was seated in.
"I hear your good with blades." He said. "You are also silent enough to be able to hear a pin drop. And perhaps you are capable of using your heat ability to kill from the distance."
"What do you want, old man?" I replied sharply, my mind growing annoyed from the suspense. The man cleared his throat before speaking again.
"The reason you are summoned here is because we need a special recruit for the GUN organization." He said as he started to all sorts of files on top of the wooden table that was placed before me. "Someone who can take out enemies that need to be taken care of quietly, and someone who can manage targets that need to be rid of without anyone realizing it."
I stared at him quietly before smirking and chuckling ever so lightly. "So, you want me to get rid of big threats and take the blame for it without having you or your organization being suspected."
"You catch on fast." The man chuckled nonetheless. "So how about it?"
"Let's talk transportation." I said quickly to lessen the suspense.
"It will all be taken care of." He said simply. "All you need to do is show up, get your assignment, head off, slip inside, get rid of the target, and get out."
"And what do I get in return?" I replied. My voice starting to get serious.
"You'll get a high paying job." He raised one finger. "You will be bailed from prison, if you are to be caught and arrested, after finishing a task, or in the middle of doing it." He raised another finger. "You will be free to complete your task any way you want." Another finger was raised. "And finally," He trailed off on the last part as his fourth finger was raised. "Wouldn't it be nice to be free from life as a fugitive?"
I was left silent, although my decision came quick. "I accept your deal."
The man sitting across the table from me then smirked a triumphant smirk. "Good." He said, clearly satisfied. "My name is Abraham Towers. But from now on, you will recognize me as the commander."
As simple as that, I had a job. One that I was good at despite the downsides it had.
I know that most people would see me as an evil, heartless soul that had no trouble in slicing throats. And in fact, I find it amusing. As amusing as to how most people are amused by satellite television.
Because, it amuses me how oblivious they are before the blades from my machetes slice through their necks with such edge. How the horrified their screams were when I reveal my presence to them, or how they freeze when they feel the heat rise drastically upon my presence.
Some people would often ask me, how do you live with yourself? The answer is quite simple. I just do.
I don't need to put any thought in that question. The answer was so easy, so simple. It may not explain much, but it's better than to let others think that I'm a psychopath with a couple of sharp blades and deadly moves with no real purpose in life.
But I wouldn't care anyway. I am doing this to make sure they don't get a bullet through their chest some other day because I had failed to slice a throat.
It was all that simple.
I would often see the world to be dull and completely empty and meaningless, until I had met a certain black hedgehog whom helped me acknowledge that maybe I wasn't the only one who goes through life this way.
As some would say, we became quick friends. And since we both work for GUN, it was easy to see each other. But even so, we were never more than friends. It's hard to say we were even close friends. But it was still nice to know you have someone to trust.
Still, that was sometimes. The other times, I would hide myself in shadows, avoiding contact with others, or sitting in a prison cell until I get an assignment. Some tasks, I would be able to finish quickly. Others would be a bit tricky, and sometimes loud. But I would manage to finish it anyway, either as a free mobian, or back to sitting in a prison cell again.
After a report to the commander, I would lie down and rest. And the next day, it starts all over again. It was a simple routine that I call life. But that was probably why I have such a point of view on the world.
All that passes by and gone away
Sometimes silly, sometimes blue
But always unaware of what might happen
And that's when they really figure out what's around the corner,
Death
Caused by me
Yeah, this is kinda my first attempt on a Sonic OC fic. Kinda. Well, it would be pretty OOC of me to ask you to review after you read this, but I'll say it anyway. Read and review please!
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Oh, and Amber is 16 years old by the way.