Oliver is a 16 year old boy who has been trained to fight since he was very young. He might not look the part but he is a skilled assassin and often is hired off the black market, but today something unexpected happens. He has been hired by one of t...
I wake up to the sunlight hitting my face from the blinds of my shitty motel room.
"Ugh," I whine as I sit up, still sore from the night before. "What time is it?" I think to myself before grabbing my phone and turning it on. It's 14:00. Hm? There's a new notification on my phone. I click the notification and a message pops up.
???: "Hello, O. I am messaging you in regards to a potential job. I know you are only hired for hits but I've heard you are quite skilled and one of the best in your field and at such a young age! Phenomenal! I'll pay you triple the money someone would pay your for an assassination if you body guard my daughter, Olivia Redwood, on her North American tour this summer. We can work the finer details out if you decide to take this fine opportunity.
~ Richard Redwood (R.R)"
I read the message wide eyed and pull my phone closer as I rub my eyes to make sure I read this right. If this message is real... if this isn't some troll messing with me. This could very well be a job for someone very famous. "Holy shit..." I say aloud as I begin to smile and little and read it again. I gotta check to make sure this is legit.
I run to the corner of my cheap motel room, carpet squishy under my bare feet and the gray-ish yellow walls stained with all sorts of weird substances. My computer is sitting on an old cardboard box I found on the street and charging.
I open my computer, type my password in and begin the long process of checking to make sure the message came from a reputable source. As the program on my computer loads I decide it's best to get ready for the day.
Now you might be wondering why I'm staying in a shitty motel if I'm a filthy rich kid? Well, you might assume that someone of my value and skill is worth quite a lot. This is currently my hiding place.
I head to the bathroom that I doubt has been cleaned since the last 2 people who've been in this room since I came here. I turn the handle to the shower to cold. I've always like colder showers, Father always made me take them and I guess they've sort of grown on me.
I turn to the mirror and look at myself. I'm male. I have fluffy black hair, pale skin with freckles and electric yellow eyes (orbs?). I'm pretty jacked especially for my size. 5'8 and 175 lbs. All muscle but it's hard to tell when I have clothes on. Ive really got a sleeper build. I look at my scars- there's a lot. Probably too many to count. Too many for a 16 year old, but, I'm different. I'm stronger than other people my age and therefore can take more. I don't need a stupid childhood since I can make bank off of killing people. I think to myself with a small smile as I feel the scar across my face remembering where it came from. It's a deep scar that's starts at my forehead and goes in a diagonal line through my eyebrow and nose bridge and stops through my lips. It's ugly, and purple and I wish it wasn't there.
I sigh and begin disrobing, taking off my shirt and boxers before stepping into the cold shower. I shudder as the nice cool water rushes over my body and smile. "Mh that's the stuff," I say relieved. I grab a soap bar after a few minutes and begin washing my body. The soap doesn't really smell like anything, but hey, it gets the job done. I begin washing my legs and slowly move up to my thighs, abs, arms and chest. I think that's how you do it. I rinse the soap off and grab the small complimentary shampoo/conditioner bottle the motel gives you and wash my hair before rinsing it, slicking it back and turning the water off. I step out of the shower and dry off. I wrap the stained white towel around my waist before heading back into the bedroom to check on the message. I sit on the ground by my computer and begin typing and looking through all the places and websites the IP had been, how long the account had existed, socials, web camera, e.t.c. I know it's a little creepy of me but I have to know if this offer is actually real. Because if it is? It'll change my life forever.
As I search further and further for hours I slowly come to the realization that this is, indeed, the Richard Redwood. I smile satisfied, but not too satisfied in case it's actually a murderer. I decide to text back the contact.
Me: "Dear Mr. Redwood, I would be more than happy to accept your offer. I want to meet up with you in person first, of course to discuss details. We will meet up tonight. I know you're in LA currently. So am I. We will meet at (insert random address here) at 0:30. Come alone. ~ O"
I get up, throw on my usual hoodie and cargo shorts and decide to get something to eat. I can go a few days without sleep or food but, its important to stay healthy and eat plenty especially at my age. I'm a growing boy and I needs my foods. I make sure to grab my gun and fit it into the holster which is hidden beneath my hoodie and my dagger just in case.
As I walk to the door I grab my keys and stare at the side table where I keep my mask.
My mask is important to me. Mother gave it to me before my first mission with Father and told me to make sure I keep my identity hidden. That was the last time I ever saw her. I loved her more than anything and so did Father, even more than me. After father and I returned home and she was no where to be found. He was at first very angry. Father spent years looking for her, spent years spiraling into heartbreak and depression... I was left to defend for myself after Mother left. This mask is a symbol of my strength to me, and a momentum to remember Mother. I haven't had a hit for a month or so but... I like to wear the mask to keep my scar hidden, especially in public. People stare a lot and sometimes even ask me questions... it's annoying asf.
I grab my mask and stare at it for a few seconds. It looks almost like a pidgin doll. it's white with red streaks down each side and has gold colors across it as well. My mother made it for me. She made one for Sister and Father too. But, I'm the only one who ever wore them. I like it.
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I put it on, pull my hood up, and leave the room. Locking it behind me.
(okay so basically oliver, the main character, is raised to become a hitman by his father who is an assassin and his mother. I know some of you are probably confused about that part.)
((Yes I know it's stupid to wear the mask you kill people in out in public but just ignore that fact))
