Singing softly into Michael's ear, "You've been hit by, You've been struck by, A smooth criminal." Zed quickly ended Michael's life with a sharp twist of hands, breaking the man's neck. He gently placed the lifeless body onto the floor and stood back up. He turned and walked past the bodies strewn everywhere in the conference room. Zed left the now empty building and climbed into a sleek, black Lamborghini Veneno. He then drove away from the Jackson Corporation building which was soon engulfed in a huge explosion. This will send a message Zed thought as he drove away.

Sometime later

Zed pulled into a rather weathered down shack that did not look like it could withstand its own weight and parked his car. Locking the car, he then walked into the shabby looking apartment building. Inside, however, was the complete opposite of what it looked like on the outside. What looked like a worn down building on the outside turned out to be an expensive and luxurious penthouse on the inside. A butler standing inside held the door open for Zed.

"Welcome back Zed," greeted the butler, bowing at the waist as he let Zed through. "Evening to you as well, Shane. Mission accomplished," Zed replied to the doorman. "I never doubted you sir," said Shane, nodding, feeling quite proud of his younger charge. Shane has what you would call a Batman and Alfred type of relationship. Zed turns out to be an orphan, abandoned by his parents who have disappeared without a trace. He was soon taken in by The Wang crime family. But before we learn about our illustrious main character, let's go into the story of the creation of the family because without it, we would not be here.

Flashback

You see, it all began a long time ago. Twenty years ago to be exact. A man, whose real identity is currently unknown, was living in Beijing, China. He was living as an average construction worker, being able to provide for his family. He had a loving wife and a beautiful daughter at the age of ten. For a while, they were getting by. For a time, they were genuinely happy. Unfortunately, this all changed when the fire nation attacked after a very traumatic series of events.

This man was well known to be extremely intelligent, especially at work in the construction sites. For someone who was so smart, everyone wondered why he was at such a low pay level position. Day in and day out, he managed everything that went on and kept record of the monetary transactions that went through whenever a job was completed. Then, on a dark, rainy Sunday, the man was on his way to work. He marched along the busy streets of Beijing and pushed through the doors of an average looking company building.

Shaking off the water off of his jacket, the man walked into the small but cozy lobby.

"Morning boss," greeted the secretary at the desk.

"Sup Boss!" someone shouted as they ran passed him

"Morning to you too," the Boss smiled, as more people greeted him. Whenever he came into work, the day always seemed brighter. He always seemed to have this aura of safety. Not to mention, the workload always seemed to lighten for everyone. Sure, the Boss wasn't really the boss of the whole construction business, but he surely acted like it, earning him the nick name of The Boss. His constant critiquing of company policies and taking his coworkers payloads seemed to have won the admiration of the entire employee population.

The Boss climbed several flight stairs to reach his section of the building. When he finally reached his cuticle, he draped his damp coat over the side. Taking breathe, the Boss stretched and cracked his knuckles. Time to get to work he mused to himself. He sat down at his computer and quickly booted it up. Noticing the large stack of paper work sitting next to his computer, he shook his head in disapproval. Sometimes, I just wished people would just do their work for once the Boss thought. He then began typing up the written reports sitting on his desk and uploading them to the company server, to allow access to everyone in the company. Much to his pleasure, he was able to finish the mundane paperwork within the hour. Taking a break from sitting down, the Boss got up and paced down the row of cuticles, several of which were occupied by his fellow workers. Turning at the end of the seemingly endless number of cuticles, the Boss stood in front of the bulletin board which had several other people standing in front of it, looking at it and conversing to each other. Scanning the board, the Boss found the daily announcements section that would list the names of the people who were on construction crew duty. After going down the list several times, his name wasn't on the list. Sighing in disappointment, the Boss shook his head. He really wanted to go out with the crews and help fulfill whatever project that was needed to be done. It was when he worked with his hands to create that he truly felt satisfied.

"Looks like someone gets to take it easy today," a voice joked. The Boss glanced toward the speaker and saw that it was one of the new employees, John Smith. John was still relatively young, muscular man, with long black hair tied into a pony tail.

"Guess so. Doesn't change the fact I am going to have a boring day today," shrugged the Boss. This is going to be a long day full of paperwork ahead of me he thought to himself. Again, he sighed.

"Hey, take the opportunity to take a break today. Leave some work for the rest of us," John told the Boss. The Boss looked at the younger man and smiled at his naiveté. Just wait until you are my age kid. You are going to need the work where you can get it. The Boss thought to himself.

"Will all construction crew members please come to the front of the building to board the buses," a female voice sounded over the P.A system. Glancing at the Boss, John nodded to him signaling his departure, and the Boss nodded back. Several other people left as well as John, leaving the Boss standing alone. Sighing deeply for the third time, the Boss walked back to his cuticle and sat down in his chair. Now, let there be paper work thought the Boss. Almost at the same time, more paper work was placed at his workstation. He groaned but began the grind of filing the paper work.

Several Hours Later

"Finished!" exclaimed the Boss suddenly, surprising the people around him.

"What the hell bruh?!" someone asked furiously.

"Sorry," the Boss scratched his head sheepishly. Hiding below the walls of his cuticle, he laid his head down. Then, suddenly, an intense sixth sense feeling that someone was watching him passed through the Boss, giving him severe goose bumps. Jumping up in his seat, he frantically looked around, swiveling in his chair. The feeling soon vanished but it still left the Boss concerned. Something is not right the Boss thought to himself as he surveyed the room. Seeing nothing was wrong, he shrugged. Maybe it was something I ate this morning. Too bad the Boss was wrong. Hearing a commotion coming from down the hall, he turned and looked, hoping to see what was going on. A runner came sprinting into the room, as if trying to escape the devil himself. Seeing the Boss, the runner turned down the aisle and stopped by his cuticle.

"Boss *huff* bad news *pant*wife!" the runner wheezed, trying to breathe and speak at the same time. The Boss paled at the runner's words.

"Slow down. Take a deep breath and collect your thoughts," ordered the Boss. After seeing his directions being followed, the Boss gestured toward the runner.

"Now, what is it about my wife that is so important for you to come running to me?" inquired the Boss. The runner gulped hard.

"I am afraid there has been a terrible accident Boss. Your wife has been killed."

The End

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