A man dress in white fur coat rode on a horse and fastened forwards. The sound of tapping on the snow made the air vibrate. Snow splayed around the spot where the feet had hit. The horse neighed as the hooded man galloped faster. He got work to do.

Not far away a train was railing on its track. The steam rising from the chimney manifested the full speed it moving. The hooded man paid no attention to that. He quickly and carefully galloped closer to the train and managed to keep himself in a rest state to the carriage.

The man stealthily jumped up to the carriage. No one noticed.

"Who are you?"

The man froze as the whisper suddenly caught his attention. In a fleeting moment, he steeled himself like any expert in this career would be and calmed down his shallow breath. He didn't reply. Instead, he concentrated on the sound and the voices surrounding him. Apart from the loud noise from the train he could sense someone approaching his with a knife. The source of the voice was pinpointed immediately before he whirled around. In a flash of second the only thing left behind the hooded man was a pool of blood and the whistling of the train. The accidental interlude didn't interrupt his plan at all. No alarms were flared.

He quickly and silently eliminated all the guards on his way. Somewhat, he was expecting these guards. That had made sure his target was indeed here.

Before long he rushed towards to cabin where his target hid. If the informant was right, his prey would be there, not aware of the situation that his predator was waiting for the chance to hunt.

He clung on the wall, stuck his ear against it and listened carefully. A cheerful and calm voice came into his ear. A feral smile appeared on his lips as he ensured.

In a swept of wind, he took his move. The door was broke down as a shadow of devil crashed into the cozy room. The bodyguards of his targets' were too late to get alarmed and rush to protect their employer. The hooded man shoved the main tanks away and went straight forward, his rifle leveled at…

However, what showed in front of him was not his target.

It was a woman and several children, sitting around a dining table, froze. They eyes were shocked. A young child was definitely scared. Her eyes were filled with fear as she slowly broke into a weak whimper.

"How dare you, pointing a rifle at my family!" An anxious and furious shout came from the hooded man's behind. He immediately turned to defend himself but it was too late.

The predator was punched in the gut the stumbled backwards. He raised his arm in reflex, and stroked back instinctively. Before he hit the target his arm was caught by a strong hand. It was his targets'. The two fought and fell to the floor, rolling. Their strong attack at each other didn't seem to work on their opponent, but rather influence the train. The carriage vibrated violently and tilted, and then it derailed. Both men tumbled on the ground as the wall of the carriage shattered due to the impact when it ran off the rails.

"If you have children I'll threw them in the river after I'm done with you!"The target grunted. "You guys had tried to assassin my father five times before he died. Five times! He was a good man, but he was weak and sentimental."

"I know what you what." The military-dressed man continued and dragged a box under the debris out and opened it. "You can try thousands of time you want, but you'll never success." It was a golden staff. No, not just golden, but also glowing. The glow mesmerized the assassin for a couple of seconds before he moved his eyes away from it. "Now," he threw the rod to the assassin, "take it and try to attack me. Show me what you can do."

The assassin took that as an insult. How come the prey turned to take advantage and look down to him! The hooded man growled and swung the rod, aiming on the face of his target. "Your family won't even recognize your face when you're finished!"

"Too slow!"The military-dressed man shoved his fist to the assassin's face, but the rod hit his in return. Quickly recovered and grabbed the end of the staff and struck his predator again, the military dressed man managed to shove the assassin to the ground.

The assassin extended his hidden blade to strike back, but a foot was brought hard on his wrist and restrained his move.

"Disgraceful." The target commented.

The assassin grunted, but didn't say anything. He silently watched as the man pointing the Staff at him.

"You don't even know what it is you held do you?" The man sneered, taking the hooded man's silence as admission, "Your Mentor didn't tell you everything, huh? You fight his war against your own country. And you don't even know why."

"Russia had made some powerful friends. She will be a new Eden on Earth." The cross medal on the uniform reflecting the glow of the Staff as he pressed his voice, "and you had betrayed her!"

"My Majesty, where are you?" One of the subordinates of the targets' said. "We must leave."

"You're fortunate, assassin. I'm not in the mood to kill you." He turned his head a little. "Tell your Mentor about your failure… If you can find him…"

The assassin ran away without looking back, reluctant to process any more information. The snow was blown in the air as the carriage moved away.

Daniel woke up panting. He sat up and gasped for air. It was not the first time he saw this kind of illusions. This nightmare again. He tried to smooth his breath. Why is that man again? What happened to me?

He recalled the scene in the dreams. Strangely, it was clear as a movie shown in front of his eyes. He heard that people woke up would always forget what they had dreamt about, no matter how real and vivid the scene were. The only expectation is nightmares. Only the fearful impact can be imprinted in their memories.

Is that what the live is like? The best moments just come in seconds before faded away. You end up remember only the worst?

Not wanting to have a second thought, he lied back, hoping for a sleep without nightmare.

Notes

A new update. Reviews, advice and subscribes are welcomed!

This chapter is a bit hard for me to write, as Daniel was a child and he didn't really know who these people were in his dream/genetic memories, I don't think I should mention their names. Surly you readers can figure who they are.

And yes, three lines would be shown in the story. Daniel's present, his past and his genetic memory. Just like the comic.