In chapter one I said he was 16. No he is actually 24. Sorry for the confusion. SO! Which decision did Stan make? Friends or Job?


The knife struck the floor with a sickening crunch. Bebe whimpered and began crawling away from Stan.

"Don't you fucking leave me!" Stan yelled, he made a grab for Bebe.

"They will kill you and me if we don't leave right now!"

"What the hell do you mean Stan? You just disappeared and now you're some sort of assassin!"

"Yes," said Stan, calmed now. "That is exactly what I am. I work for the CIA and assassinate people. My target was you!"

Bebe slumped against a wall. Her soul black as the mascara running down with her tears.

"What are we going to do…?"

"Come with me. I have a plan to get to New-Zealand where the CIA hasn't placed any assassins yet."

"Go with you! After you just tried to kill me!" Bebe's voice was back to screaming.

"Bebe! I, am, begging you. Come with me. You're the only friend I have left." Stan started to cry.

Bebe's brain was telling her to call the cops or run the hell outta there. Something in her gut though said "He is telling the truth, your best chance of survival is with this man."

"Ok Stan. I will go with you."

Stan's face lit up with excitement and he stood up off the floor.

"On one condition Stan, once we get to New-Zealand. You and me split. Ok?

"It's a deal." Bebe


Stan pulled up at a pothole on the side of the street. Bebe's car skidded on the ice but eventually came to a grinding stop. Stan instructed Bebe to wait until he called her to go where he went. Stan got out of the car and went over to the pothole. First, he checked that nobody was looking. Then he looked at the pothole and raised his hand, flat palmed, above his head. He struck the pothole with all his strength and it made a nise louder than he had anticipated. Checking once again that nobody had seen him, he pushed the pothole lightly and sank about half a metre down. Bebe joined him and the potholes slowly descended into a hole that CIA agents call: 'The Vault'. Once it reached the ground lights came on. Bebe gasped. The room was filled with knifes of all different shapes and sizes..

Perhaps this is the time to tell you what the Vaults are. Established in 1978, Vaults are the official weapons drop offs of the CIA. There are three different types of Vault: Type A, Type B and Type C. Type A consists of the best firearms the government has to offer. From peashooters to 30. Calibre machine guns. These vaults had every model and make up to the year 2008. A Type B vault, was filled with knifes. This is the type of vault which Bebe and Stan are in. Though these vaults also consist of light firearms they are mainly different types of knife. Many had been taken from other references. For example, the hidden blade out of the game 'Assassins Creed' was deemed to be a great idea and was mass produced and placed into vaults around the world. Throwing knifes were also added to the vaults as an inspiration from the game. Type C vaults are simply explosive. If a sleeper needs to level and entire building then they should go to a Type C. Anyway back to the story…

Stan quickly darted around the vault. He grabbed two hidden blades while telling Bebe what the throwing knife holster looked like. Stan stripped off to his boxes to put on all the knife holders and gun holsters. Bebe couldn't help her self but look at his well tones body. I guess he would need to be fit to be and assassin. He must be a great assassin… Bebe felt horrified at her self. She tried to remember what he had done just hour earlier and went back to picking out throwing knifes.

Twenty minutes had passed when they got back on the pothole and were transported back above ground. Stan's cell phone rang again. Startled, he ripped it out of his coat pocket and flipped it open.

"Tut,tut,tut Stan my boy. Seems you have forgotten the rules."

Stan went as pale as a ghost which had just seen the Ghostbusters. It was Luke.

"Where are you?"

"My, my Stan. Seems you go right to business. Ok then. I'll tell you what." Menace crept into his voice. "Kill her now and I let you go back to what you were before this entire incident. A clean sheet, a perfect killer."

Stan looked into Bebe's deep blue eyes. His conflicting emotions battling to influence his decision.

"No." said Stan quietly

"Very well."

A shot was fired and it went straight between Bebe's eyes. For a split second Stan just looked at her. Then he called out a monstrous wail.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Then Stan dashed. The snipers were situated on top of most buildings in the area. Luckily they were in a residential district of town. Stan ran into an alley and wall jumped his way up the wall. Bullet ripped across the air but all came short and missed. Stan places both feet on the wall and leapt onto the first sniper. He drove his hidden blade deep into his throat. The sniper made a gargling noise then became lifeless. Stan shot up and reached into his boot for his first throwing knife. This he threw with expert skill and hit another sniper in the hand. He fell back in pain off the roof. Stan bolted over the roof s being pursued by the snipers as he went. Reaching into his pockets he pulled out two pistols. These in hand he jumped from chimney to chimney and did a front flip, diving down into a skylight of an abandoned warehouse. Stan landed perfectly unharmed.

"Hey you, get down on the ground!"

Two security guards had shown up due to the crash and were now pointing guns at Stan. Stan reacted much too quickly for them to react and place two shots in them both. The adrenaline rush slowed, the anger stopped but Stan still kept running. He ran all the way to an abandoned house he had found when he was just sixteen. He locked the door and threw himself onto the moulding sofa. Stan cried and cried and cried. He had lost his last friend, killed two innocent people and worst of all he was powerless to do anything to Luke from destroying him. Or was he. Stan pulled out the reaper. The coolness of its touch. The beauty of the engraved swirls. It calmed him down enough to form a plot, a plan. He was going to have to put together a team.


Enjoying so far? Two updates in a day w00t! Btw try reading this while listening to 'Take me Under' by Three Days Grace on loop. I think it amplifies the emotions extremely well.

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