Realms of Chaos : Part 1

chapter 1

talon arrived at a house shortly after. he had bought up several different properties around the city, that way he would have multiple avenues of escape. he punched in the door code, and stepped through the door, locking it behind him. he walked over to his laptop, and logged into his banking records. the man who employed him had yet to pay him, but he still had an hour and a half left. talon sighed. his life had been one of cloak and dagger since birth. but it was the only life he knew. he smiled. he had no regrets. he was well off, and was respected in the underground as a top assassin. few dared target him, and those that die, typically hired some greenback wetboy that had no idea who he was. the police force couldn't find him, and even if they did, he could easily afford bail, a plane ticket, and a long vacation in another country. talon stood and walked back out the door to his truck. he retrieved his rifle and brought it inside, this time leaving the door unlocked. he had no fearof people, nor of death. on his planet, death in battle was the honorable way to go. some thought that was what made him so dangerous. in reality, it was his detatchment. he had no morals by human standards. it didnt matter who you were. he had no issue killing, given the right price of course. he set the gun on the couch and decide to hop on facebook. 3 messages. 2 notifications, none of which were pertinent to any job, so he chose to ignore them. he was itching for a challenge, someone who could face him in combat and maybe draw blood. it had been so long since he had felt the blade of a scared individual tear at his skin wildly as he held them by their neck, lately work had been boring. he then went to the kitchen. most human food he found disgusting, however, humans had one particular beverage he enjoyed. tea. he had bought plenty of material possessions, being his job paid well, and though he had no real attatchment to them, one he used most often was an ancient tea cauldron. a portion of this house had been rebuilt with a large fireplace in the center of the room, the cauldron was centuries old, dating back to when he did a job for the empire of china. the empire told him he could have any one thing from the emporers side, including his daughter. talon chose the tea cauldron. his kind found love in battle, humans found it in closeness, and tenderness. and besides, it would be disgraceful for him to marry a human. they were too new to the universe, most not even aware that they werent the only ones in space. he chuckled as he looked around at his home, then walked to the pantry. inside was large bundles of tea, some of which were over 40 years old. he took out a knife and cut out a good sized square bundle of leaves, walking over to the steaming pot and dumping his armload in. he then sat crosslegged on the floor and began to breathe deeply. little by little, he could smell the tea as it steepped,  until the room was full of the sweet aroma. suddenly, his computer dinged at him. he smiled. his payment had most likely arrived. he grabbed a goblet and scooped out some tea, then walked to the computer. he pulled up his bank account and a look of anger flashed across his face. a message was on his screen telling him that his services would not be compensated. he threw the tea in anger. how could humans be so dishonorable? he wondered. he did a job, and was told he would be paid, yet so many humans had double crossed him. were their tiny slips of paper worth more than their lives and honor? he shook his head and retreived his tea goblet. it was unbroken, luckily, though tea was now soaking into his leather couch. this human would pay for his insolence. he picked up his phone and dialed a number. a gravelly voice picked up, asking him what the job was. he looked at his screen and gave the man on the other end the address of the corperate bigwig who had hired him and then refused to pay him. the man chuckeld and said his farewells then promptly hung up. Talon slumped back into his chair and sighed. he set down his tea, as he was no longer thirsty and pulled an old tai chi blade down from the wall. after uttering a silent prayer, he unsheathed it and spun it over his head, in the traditional johun style of the wudang martial arts. the blade bent and sang through the air. it was a very thin peice of metal, covered in old bloodstains from wars long past. it was only one eith of an inch wide, and could bend easily. in untrained hands, it was useless, the wrong angle would shatter the blade, but in the right hands, it could do anything, from peircing steel, to cutting a bullet. He smiled a bit he swung the ancient blade through the air. He thought back to wars and glorious battles from ages long forgotten. He trained for a few hours as usual, before going to sleep.