survival of the strong

3 years later

    Vincent was on a assanation mission, the payer a 20 year old man said that the man he was hunting had stolen his wifes ring.

     Vincent hated the desease and how the way things were going with everything. Everyone either dies at about 27 years of age or get killed by another.So in order to keep the human race going 20 23 year olds are getting married and reproducing just to keep the human race going. He hated the thought of what their doing but how can he say anything when he was an assassin himself. 

      He had poked around town looking for suspects and found out that he was hunting a 23 year old man and he lived in the next town over. Vincent had his suspections that the man had gotten out of town which was a three day trip on foot. As he was walking to his house (the top floor on an abandoned skyscraper.) a teenager came running and shoved him over.

     "HEY WATCH WERE YOU'RE WALKING!!" she hollered. Then took off. He smiled then felt for his wallet. Gone. The girl had taken it. He sprinted after the girl and scanning the crowd for her. He caught a glimpse of her passing through an allyway. He knew he would never catch up to her so her took a turn on the  next block and sped down the street and saw her entering a broken down shack. He carfully moved to the back and climbed into a window.

    He observed his suroundings. A beat up sofa on his right and a shelf lined with odd trinkets and objects he had never laid eyes on and in front of him a door with a sign saying

" private property"

"yeah so was my wallet" he mumbled to himself.

      As he was picking the lock a shawdow loomed over his body and with out thinking vincent had drown his sword and lashed out behind him.

       But the shadow was quick and rolled to his left drawing a dagger. They both were at a stand-still when suddenly the figure dove into his stomach and kicked his sword of to the right. he managed to kick off his attacker and pulled out his magnum.

"put down the dagger unless you want me to put lead right in the middle of your chest." vincent threatened.

The figure hesitated for a minute. Then with a jerk of his/her's wrist the flung the knife at his direction. Vincent rolled out of the way and when he felt a kick to the face. "uuuggghhh!" he tried to stand up but another kick to the face said otherwise. he heard a click and cool metal touch his back.

    for the first time since the plague, vincent was cornered his gun lay somewhere to his left and his blade to his right. A gun sighted at his heart he felt defeat, wait what was that noise...A noise he knew all to well...

"you won't kill me." he said  for he heard a rapid thumping, heavy breathing and felt a shaking body all signs of fear.

Shut Up! I will if you dont shut up!" the figure shreiked.

" Then do it." he replyed calmly he put his hand on the barrle of the gun and pressed it to his chest. The shaking intensivied.

" Stale mate." he said as he grabbed the hand of the attacker and twisted its wrist until they dropped the gun then he spun around it and knocked out them out.