My Real Purpose

Chapter 1

 A man walked unnoticed down Main Street in broad daylight in the decently-sized city of Harrows, Nevada. He stood at 6 foot three and poised strong at 215 lbs. His jet black hair outlined the perceivable strength that carved his face, but the most striking feature about him was his eyes. He had two iris colours, and his left eye was a goldish-blue and his right eye was a dark emerald green. The man's name was one that was feared, for the threat of it was: his didn't have one.

He easily stalked his target, he was a young 28 year old male by the name of Henry Karoff. He was a lawyer for a major law firm. The reason he was the target was for the fact of his client, who happened to be the senator's daughter when she was beaten and had several other things done to her by the elusive killer. He was to be terminated because there was to be no way to have him be involved in the case.

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Jon Coffienty jolted up from his bed from his late afternoon nap. He woke up due to a nightmare he had. His bed was damp from his nightmare he had. He was tossing and turning. As Jon looked around his room to regain his surroundings. He saw the shadows jump and dance as the breeze slowly blew into his room. He jumped when he thought he saw the killer clone that he had created sitting on his office chair in the dark shadowy corner. After he was confident enough that the nameless killer wasn't lurking in the dark, gothic colored room. He stalked out of his room as he tied a robe around his body. He sluggishly walked into the living room and turned on the stereo system. It was playing his favorite radio station. He smiled while one of his favorite songs came on. Then he walked back into his bedroom grabbing his laptop and walking back into the living room. He walked into the kitchen light-footed with square-shouldered. He was looking for something to fill his ravished appetite. A odd, but growing question rose in his head. What is my killer up to...and has he finished the job??? He pondered on it for a while then shrugged it off as he finally found something to cook up and ravish.

Jon decided while he was in the middle of cooking that he would check up on his lovely killer. Thirty minutes later, Jon had wolfed down a meal that was originally made for three. He had done some research for the next person that was on the target list. After he was satisfied with his work, he yawned and stretched while groaning from being in the same position for hours on end. When the tall, scrawny man stood up, he looked at the clock. 1:32 am.

"Hmph..." he snorted, "I've been doing research since six..but I'm satisfied." He shut his laptop screen and started walking to his room when there was a knock at his door. He stopped with a look of confusion and looked toward the door. "Who is it?" He asked with a loud, strong tone. There was no response. Again, the look of confusion arose on his face as he arched his eyebrows. He shuffled to the door and looked through the peephole. No one. "The heck?" Jon opens the door to find no one within sight of him. Odd. He shook his head wearily and walked back to his room to make a couple phone calls.

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Henry Karoff walked towards his nice neo-Spanish two story house after his usual jog as he felt a growing, yet odd feeling.. He slowed down to a slow walk while he was looking around him to see a tall, muscular man walking a brisk walk, while a couple highly expensive cars were zooming by. He shooked his head muttering to himself. Then he continued to walk back to his safely secured house. Karoff had been stressed out lately due to a massive case worth millions of dollars all because of the Nevada Senator's daughter had several severe things happen to her which he didn't discuss out of his private office. Henry smiled as he walked inside and felt the coziness of the home. He shrugged off his shoes and expensive leather jacket. After hanging up the jacket, he looked at the clock to reveal the time. 6:32. He sighed, drooping his shoulders and taking out his phone to make a odd, yet interesting call. Karoff was pleased to hear the pick-up of one of his best friends; Jon Coffienty.