What's your Price?

Prologue- What's your Price?

Hey this is my first story hope you guys like it and I will try and update as regularly as possible and dedicated to dayshatw for making me this cover!

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Prologue:

People often tell stories. Whether they are true or not is for the listener to decide. They tell a tale that is funny, sad, heartwarming, sometimes even frightening. It has entertained us for years with memories or elaborate imaginations brought to life by simple words. My story started off simple as most do but eventually lead to something that people wish for, an exciting life. The only problem with that is that with excitement comes death and betrayal. Right now my story was in an abandoned house at gun point.

I breathed deeply and my heart pounded so hard against my chest I thought it was going to break my rib cage. Tears brimmed at the corner of my eyes and my throat closed up. How? How did it ever come to this? To be standing at gun point knowing that in just a few moments I would be dead. We thought it had ended with Lockstar but when you get rid of one threat another is always lurking in the shadows. No prince or knight or cops were coming to save me. Why my readers might ask. Because I was in all pretenses of the word, a criminal. No one would bother to save me tonight and the ones that would were struggling against their captors. The one I loved stared at me in terror, his emerald eyes wide with fright. He was frozen, he didn't move.

"Last chance." The gunman said and clicked of the safety. Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it. I'm not worth it.

"Alright." He choked out. Our friends started screaming in protest, a loud shot rings through the air and the gunman is swinging the gun around like a baseball bat telling everyone to be quiet.

"No! Think if you were in his position would you really let me live once you had the information you needed?"

"Shut up!" The gunman yells at me.

"I can't lose you."

"You have to." The gun is pointed back at me and I closed my eyes knowing that it wouldn't help me escape from the inevitable.

But I am getting too far ahead of myself, aren't I? Then let me shed some light. Everything people know how to do makes the value of them go up. If you can speak Spanish you are more likely to get a job then someone who can't but those aren't the things I'm talking about. I'm talking about mechanics, thieves, con artists, illusionists, hackers, assassins (the government tries to hide the last one) and many more. When you can do something like that a price is put on your head. You aren't a person anymore, you are an object, a tool.

My price is $176,290,215,387 for being able to do something so simple. But to them I guess it isn't. So when you can do something that makes you shine above the rest a price is put on your head. The only question is, is how much are you worth?

My story is filled with all the action and drama and bullshit you see on television as you can tell from the situation I'm in but to fill you in on what has happened I'll start three years ago when my life was just as boring as the average persons is today.