BEHIND THE MASK

Chapter one (Justice In my hood)

I live far away from Philadelphia where I have plan to stay in the near future. I don't know much about this city but I long to go there. My home is the countryside, I am not far from the sea neither am I too close. I have stay here with my master all my life.

Did you ask about my real family?
That make me absurd, I have live my life thinking my teacher was my real father, for some unknown reason I never ask about my mom till he told me he isn't my dad.

Soon after telling me this, he disappeared telling me not to go into his room in a letter till I turn eighteen. This frustrate me but I have develop the habit of not disobeying my teacher. Since he left, I have never enter his room.
Aren't I a good kid? I guess I am.

The flaming fire was turning into solid embers, the moon already crossing the sky as the stars starts unveil itself. I lay down on my bed, looking through the window appreciating nature, it is beautiful, the moon giving light to deserters.
As it is said, no one knows when he falls asleep, I am no exceptional, my tired eyes close itself without my knowledge, I didn't realize when my eyes catch darkness.

I stretch myself, this is the first time I have sleep, letting the sun rays wake me through my window. It is the first time since I was born. The dawn training has make me like that, I wake up before sunrise each today, I decide not to train. After all the training I have is more than enough to defend myself against Hoodlums, if that was the reason why I have learn this many and outstanding martial arts skills.

I walk down the stairs after doing the necessary morning things. I pull the drawer in the kitchen which is the secret doorway to my secret room where I contains weapons, and sometime serves as a training grounds.

I put on my hunting boots, not leaving my black hunting outfit. In some few minutes, I was ready for hunting. Today, I have decide not to train but hunt, I think it is a part of training too. It is the best way learning my ninja ways.

I walk down the alley, straight to the forest, I soon reach where I always relax before continue my hunting anytime I go for hunting but today I didn't, I want to be home early. Not for any particular reason, just want to be home early.
This part of the forest is tempting, the trees planted in lanes, providing a fresh air, it is a great place where I have never been able to resist the feeling of staying there a bit.

It make sense why some novelists, musicians and those who needs some time to relax their minds do come here. Small apartments build at some parts for tourists and others.

Today I overcome it by running away from there. I take about an hour and half before I reach where I can hunt for deer. It is very easy for me to hunt due to my training, my ninja instincts help a lot. I can walk calmly to an animal without been notice. My bow never miss if I target.

I climb a tree to get a clear view of the area, I notice they were yet to come for breakfast since the grass isn't cut. As I stay on top, my gaze catch a moving grass, I look it well and there it is, a dear making his breakfast, if it knows how dangerous it is, I think it wouldn't had come.
It move to a clear view, where I see it vividly. I fix my bow and arrow. I aim at my prey's head. I pull it then release it. As always, I hit the head. I climb down and take care of the part I needed leaving the rest for the next unlucky hunter, not human hunter, don't get me wrong.

I made fire and roasted some meat to fill my crying belly as always. I roast the rest and put it in my sack. I hang my bow and arrow on my back, my flipping knives on each side. My ninja tools which I made it myself, some on my boots and others on my porch on my right side and head back home.

My hunting has always been like this, I have never encounter any maniacs on my way, people say they do encounter them, some are found dead too not knowing the reason. Maybe they struggle with their assailants? For me, I know nothing.
Recently, there has been rumors of some missing novelists and writers. How the investigation goes, I don't know.