Fate: Strange/Fiction (Vol 1).

Assassin.

"HGGGGGHHHH!" 

My eyes flew open, my breath entering my body rapidly as my vision flew back to me to reveal leather.. leather and darkness. 

There was something cold and fabric-like over my face. I was encased in something, like a sleeping bag, only my head was inside too. 

I clawed around inside, screaming, desperate, punching hard at the innards of my strange cocoon.

Out.

I needed out. 

I clawed ferociously until my fingers felt something small and metallic and managed to split it apart with my abnormal strength- a zipper. 

I sat up rapidly inside a silvery room. Metal tables and instruments were everywhere. Scalpels, measuring equipment, a large metal cabinet with slide-out drawers that looked big enough for humans.

Wait a minute. 

I trembled fearfully, I was naked. I looked down at myself to find that I was sitting inside an open body bag that was on top of one of the metal tables. There was a tag on my toe, listing a date. 

Tears welled up in my eyes. 

No.. no I couldn't be.

I felt my chest desperately, but I could find no wounds. My skin was normal in color, and while rapid and uneven, my breaths were still coming and going. 

I was alive. Was I? How could I truly tell?

Suddenly, a dark hand came out from behind with such silent precision, that I had no warning until it was already over my mouth. 

"GGMMMMMMFFF!"

"Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you." A steady deep voice spoke in my ear. "You're alive now, but you won't be if we stay here too long."

"M.. mmm.. mmm?" 

"There's no time to explain, can you stand?"

My vision was still slightly blurred so I couldn't really make out the tall man, but I leaned onto him as he helped me to my feet. 

My legs immediately buckled under my own weight the moment I got off the table and the man steadied me. 

He picked me up in his arms. His chest felt like my skin was being pressed up against some sort of hard flexible armor. 

"Guess it can't be helped. Come on, we're going to move fast."

The man whisked me from the room, going at such speed, I felt the cold air blasting against my skin like a hurricane. And yet somehow he never made a sound. 

He managed to speed past doctors and morgue employees, nurses and guards. He went so fast it was almost hard to tell where we were at any given moment. 

My exhaustion overwhelmed me as the man laid me down inside a car, some sort of light seemed to surround him.

The blackness that had been on him, like some sort of clothing, was replaced by a polo shirt as my eyes closed.

The next time I managed to wake up, my vision was fully back, and I was sitting in the shotgun seat of a lincoln, watching buildings go by. 

A man was driving. He was handsome with a well defined face and short cut black hair. While he wore a jacket and long pants, his broad shoulders and the crinkles in his clothing betrayed a powerful build. 

I could only imagine how amazingly ripped he must've been underneath all those clothes with a surface definition like that. 

"Wh-who are you?"