The Man Called Spectre
"We need him to take him out." Said Kitana.
"This is very true. Shall we summon him to the temple then?" suggested Jade.
"Yes. Let's."
After hearing his old name being called out, to be summoned to the Edenian temple, he threw on his veil and sunglasses, and started walking. He was a sight to see in Edenia. His long, black, shoulder length hair bobbing with every step, the veil having the bottom end of a skull on it, with only the teeth and cheekbone showing, he was walking fast, something he taught himself to do. On his way, he opened a new pack of cigarettes, and lit one. At the gates of the temple, he grounded the cigarette into his shoe, and stuck the butt in his pocket, knowing full well that there would be outrage if a cigarette butt was found on the ground near the temple. He made his way to the throne room, waiting for the ok from the guard. After nodding his head, the large doors opened. While the man was walking the short hallway no one could see the smirk on his face. He knew full well that assassins in Edenia were illegal. If he was about to be arrested, he wouldn't go down without a fight. His Quánlì would be sure of it. He finally came to the throne room, bowing before Kitana and Jade.
"Rise, assassin." Said Kitana.
"So they know I'm an assassin. This should be interesting…" thought the man.
"So… we are not going to arrest you. You may calm your nerves." This from Jade.
And so he did.
"I must ask, Jas…" started Kitana.
"No, don't call me that." Interrupted the man. "Jason is dead. You may call me Spectre. That is the only name I will go by."
"Ok… Spectre. We want to hire you; this man we want you to kill is a threat to our security. His name is Baraka." She showed him a picture. "Do you happen to know who he is?" asked Kitana.
"He's the leader of his race… a fucked up race at that. Yeah, I know who he is." Said a confident Spectre.
Kitana followed that up with "we need you to kill him. Tonight."
"As you wish, princess." Spectre had started to leave.
"Wait… we're not finished here" said Kitana.
"What do you request, princess?" asked Spectre.
"What is it that you use to kill people… it's a foreign word for 'power'…" Kitana wondered.
"It's called Quánlì. It's traditional Chinese for power."
"Let me see it."
"As you wish princess."
Spectre took his sunglasses off. He closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and red fire was suddenly coming out of both his eyes and fists.
"This power can punch a grown man's head clean off." Boasted Spectre.
"Very nice…" commented Jade. "You may leave now."
"Thank you."
He bowed one last time, and spun around on one foot and left. This was going to be very interesting. Cause it was one little Tarkatan bitch that had screwed up his right eye. He loathed Tartakans. And he was going to enjoy taking out the leader of their race and watch them collapse.
