Heaven: The Story of an Assassin

Chapter 8. Night with the Mortals

"Dance with me," he says.

Chapter 8. Night With The Mortals

A sudden flashback comes back to me. Well it's not sudden, I've been having it this past week. During my second year of training, Nixon Black had me train with one of his trainees. He apparently has many trainees, not just me. Anyway, that trainee whom I only know as Raphael, was someone I trained with once a month for a year. During our first training together, I was almost beaten to a pulp. He was so strong I doubted if he was even my age that time. He had no mercy when it comes to fighting that he didn't care if I was still alive when he used to beat me like hell. What was a newbie like me to do around him? I had to face consequences, hard consequences, whenever I lose to hin. Because of that I had to persevere until I could fight him back and return his attack, until our moves are paralleled that it's like we mirrored each other.

Funny thing was, I didn't know what he looked like. We had ourselves masked during the fights and we weren't allowed to utter even a single moan of pain. Nixon Black opted that we don't know and recognize each other for whatever reason he himself only knows. If we ever did so, our match would cease and we would wait for the next month to face each other. And as enemies, we couldn't wait to defeat each other and waiting meant agony. After a year of training, we never met again.

Why am I thinking about this? It's because my fight with Seven felt like I was fighting Raphael. There might be a possibility that it was him but there's that tiny little fact that he's a mafia heir and there's no way Nixon Black could have trained him considering that the Saunders Mafia is powerful than the lone Nixon Black. But then again, we couldn't tell.

Oh well, what difference does it make? I'm never going to see Seven anyway or anyone else in that academy for that matter. It's time to move on and take another path to finding that murderer. Where to start, I have no idea. Nixon Black probably won't help me, not if I start destroying myself just like that.

"What are you doing staring into space?" I hear Nixon Black ask as he stands beside me. I was having the luxury of watching the whole city landscape.

"Thinking," I answer.

"What about?" he asks.

I stare at him quizzically. Why is he here? "Things."

"Well, keep it to yourself," he says uninterested. "I have some interesting news for you. As you know, people already recognize the Angel," he shifts to another topic. "And because of that there are some people interested in you."

This time, he gets my full attention. "Good news or bad news?"

"Depends. People from the Underworld are starting to get interested in you," he says.

"Underwold? Where in the universe is that world?" I ask.

He seems to be in the mood to elaborate because he starts telling me a little about it. "The Underworld is an underground society of mafia, crimelords and real gangsters that you may have heard of. It's a world separate from this world we see yet they control the latter. They have a hold of the government. They hold so much power and wealth that no one in the authority could penetrate this society. They are feared by those who knew of its existence and should be even more feared by those who doesn't," he says.

I look at him uninterested. "So you're planning to sell me now?" I ask not even fazed by how he elaborated this Underworld. I didn't know he'd resort to human trafficking. Has he ran out of business ideas?

"Have you any idea how much you cost?" he asks.

I shrug. "I don't care." He laughs as if he's relieved.