Chapter 25
1 year later
Who would have thought that the famous Ames White would be Sky's tutor? For a year this had been. Sky had not uttered a word and Ames had been pleased. The boy's spirit may have been broken, but he was an excellent student. It had taken less then a year to bring the boy up to speed on the different methods of self defence, one on one, killing methods and all that revolved around it. The boy was strong and hardly looked like a sixteen year old. He was already taller then Ames and his build had increased a lot since his training had started. Sometimes White got the feeling he was being played, but he always brushed it off.
Sky may have looked like he had no spirit but on the inside he was as alive as the next guy. It had been pure luck that White had started to teach him all kinds of methods to fight and just recently her White had been teaching him on weaponry. Sky was an excellent marksmen. He never showed his full potential because he knew that if he did White would get scared and put him back in the cell.
Shortly after Sky had been taken out of the cell he had discovered that he was claustrophobic. When in small tight spaces he would get all sweaty and start to shake if he didn't get out of the room fast enough he could nock himself out. He didn't know why but it was something he found to be a real nuisance. White had not yet discovered this weakness and he hoped he never did.
Sky looked up as he saw White come into the room. "Get up." White ordered and Sky got up, he had never disobeyed an order...yet...but that would come.
White came within a few feet of him, "I have a mission for you and I think your ready." Sky did not react; White did not expect him too. He looked down into his briefcase and took out some pictures. He shoved them into Sky's hands. "I want you to eliminate these people...all of them...their bad, they want to kill your bread, they want to kill you..." he turned around and walked away.
Sky looked down at the pictures and for a brief second his face showed the first emotion he had expressed in ten years. The pictures were of his mother, his father, his sister and two other boys. With quick deduction, he put two and two together and assumed that the boys where his brothers too. He had to sit down. He looked at the pictures; they were mostly of the two little boys and his twin sister. She was beautiful, just like he remembered her. His mother looked the same, she had hardly aged a year, but when he looked at the picture of his father he saw deep creases. That could only mean stress had imbedded to lines through the years. He knew he was the cause. His father had been the last person he had ever talked too. He remembered that day so well. At the time, he hadn't really thought that he was in trouble.
He looked up, as the door opened, now was his chance. He stood up and grasped the dagger behind his back, White came forward, he seemed to be a little wary, he came even closer and in seconds Sky thru the knife and it landed in the middle of his forehead, he looked at Sky with a look of surprise...and then fell to the ground. Sky retrieved everything he needed from the room and escaped thru the window.
He was in Chicago; he heard it a few hours later on the streets. Even though he could remember everything he had been taught, he still didn't feel right to go back to Seattle right now. He had to find others like him, others who had bar codes on the back of their necks. It would take him time, for that he was sure, but he would find a way to become the best of what he was...that he could count on........
1 year later
Who would have thought that the famous Ames White would be Sky's tutor? For a year this had been. Sky had not uttered a word and Ames had been pleased. The boy's spirit may have been broken, but he was an excellent student. It had taken less then a year to bring the boy up to speed on the different methods of self defence, one on one, killing methods and all that revolved around it. The boy was strong and hardly looked like a sixteen year old. He was already taller then Ames and his build had increased a lot since his training had started. Sometimes White got the feeling he was being played, but he always brushed it off.
Sky may have looked like he had no spirit but on the inside he was as alive as the next guy. It had been pure luck that White had started to teach him all kinds of methods to fight and just recently her White had been teaching him on weaponry. Sky was an excellent marksmen. He never showed his full potential because he knew that if he did White would get scared and put him back in the cell.
Shortly after Sky had been taken out of the cell he had discovered that he was claustrophobic. When in small tight spaces he would get all sweaty and start to shake if he didn't get out of the room fast enough he could nock himself out. He didn't know why but it was something he found to be a real nuisance. White had not yet discovered this weakness and he hoped he never did.
Sky looked up as he saw White come into the room. "Get up." White ordered and Sky got up, he had never disobeyed an order...yet...but that would come.
White came within a few feet of him, "I have a mission for you and I think your ready." Sky did not react; White did not expect him too. He looked down into his briefcase and took out some pictures. He shoved them into Sky's hands. "I want you to eliminate these people...all of them...their bad, they want to kill your bread, they want to kill you..." he turned around and walked away.
Sky looked down at the pictures and for a brief second his face showed the first emotion he had expressed in ten years. The pictures were of his mother, his father, his sister and two other boys. With quick deduction, he put two and two together and assumed that the boys where his brothers too. He had to sit down. He looked at the pictures; they were mostly of the two little boys and his twin sister. She was beautiful, just like he remembered her. His mother looked the same, she had hardly aged a year, but when he looked at the picture of his father he saw deep creases. That could only mean stress had imbedded to lines through the years. He knew he was the cause. His father had been the last person he had ever talked too. He remembered that day so well. At the time, he hadn't really thought that he was in trouble.
He looked up, as the door opened, now was his chance. He stood up and grasped the dagger behind his back, White came forward, he seemed to be a little wary, he came even closer and in seconds Sky thru the knife and it landed in the middle of his forehead, he looked at Sky with a look of surprise...and then fell to the ground. Sky retrieved everything he needed from the room and escaped thru the window.
He was in Chicago; he heard it a few hours later on the streets. Even though he could remember everything he had been taught, he still didn't feel right to go back to Seattle right now. He had to find others like him, others who had bar codes on the back of their necks. It would take him time, for that he was sure, but he would find a way to become the best of what he was...that he could count on........