With his mother dead and school still in session, Nathan had a lot on his plate. Being a newly orphaned sophomore who was also a mercenary wasn't going to be easy. But Nathan didn't care. He promised he would find his mother's killer and avenge her death. If there was one thing that Nathan was good at, it was killing people. Nathan walked into the bathroom in the hallway and stood up to the sink. Staring into the mirror was the pale boy. The pale boy with the ever so white as snow hair, brushed up and over, that was complimented by the brightest blue eyes the ocean ever did splash itself into. His tender lips and slim nose went along with his strong jawline, and the bags under his eyes showed how restless he truly was. He stared into his reflection, almost struggling to accept the fact that this was real. That the boy staring back at him, was in fact, him. He wanted to be someone else. Anyone else. Just not Nathan Pierce. Not the boy who lost his father, gave the world to support his poor mother, and then have her dragged away by life. But no. Nathan Pierce was him. And he would have to live with that for the rest of his life and accept that.
Nathan splashed cool water into his face, trying to wake himself up, which was hard after the few restless nights of looking for any info on his mom's killer. Few ideas came to mind. The name the lady on the phone mentioned. Albert Scalder. His mind had no memory of this strange name. No matter how hard he tried, there wasn't anything that came to his thoughts about this name. He killed an Albert once, but he was a very fat guy who ran a gang of kids and said "Hey hey hey!" way too much for his own good. This was definitely a different Albert. This guy clearly didn't play games, because even though Nathan didn't kill the man, the woman still killed his mom, despite the innocence or guilt of Nathan. This guy didn't want to leave any ties to him. Who could this man be? The bell rang and Nathan looked at his slim, black, metallic watch. 8:00. Time for class. It was gonna be a long day.
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August 17 2017
3:08 PM.
Nathan slid his long, slender legs over the dark colored seat of his motorcycle, a 2015 Suzuki GW250. Nathan had saved up some money on the side to pay for it, and it only took him three or four jobs to get the money. It was worth it, or it at least it was to him. His mother would always nag him about being careful on it, and that doing tricks to impress girls would wind up giving him a broken spine. The truth was, Nathan didn't want to impress any girls. He just wanted to impress Thomas. Nathan glided the sleek helmet over his head, and then he turned the key in the ignition. He placed his thin hands on the clutch and squeezed with his left hand, pushing the button with his thumb, and roaring the motorcycle to life. The sound of the engine was a low purring, and it was a sound that Nathan could listen to for the rest of his life. Nathan zoomed away from the school's parking lot, heading for the Diner near the middle of town. Thomas had texted Nathan earlier during his math class, and he said he might have some info on the Scalder family line, which could prove very useful. Nathan whizzed by cars, traveling quickly around the rather small city he lived in. It would take him a total of three minutes to arrive at the diner.
The diner was a white building, with a red neon light lining the roof. Windows were placed on the middle of the sides of the building. Nathan parked his motorcycle by the door, stepping off onto the dark concrete. He opened the glass door, and the sounds of the diner flooded his ears. Rock music was playing through the jukebox at the end of the diner, people were laughing and plates were clattering. Sitting at a booth next to the jukebox at the end of the diner, Thomas was sitting with a small, white laptop. Nathan waltzed over to him and plopped into the seat across from him, looking into his swirly brown eyes.
"Hey Thomas." Nathan was eager to hear about this family line, and how it could relate to him in any way whatsoever.
"Hi Natey Dog!"
"So, what's the deal about this dude's family." Thomas clicked on a couple of things, and then turned the laptop around, smiling and spreading his arms wide.
"TA DA! John J. Wilson!" It took Nathan a moment to realize who that was. John was a man he had accidentally killed. It was a long story, and it involved a prostitution ring, a cabbage, and three blind teenagers. But basically, the explosives that Nathan had rigged in his original target's house had a bit too much charge, and it had killed John along with the target. Nathan felt kind of bad about it, but it wasn't too much of an issue. Or at least that's what he had thought.
"John, that was the guy I accidentally killed. So how is he related to the Scalder guy?"
"That's the thing. At first, it seemed like he wasn't. His name had just popped up out of nowhere. But, after I did some digging, it turns out John J. Wilson isn't even his real name. His name was Albert Scalder. You know what that means?"
"That's him. But why the name change?"
"Good question. I think it could've been anything. Not wanting to be part of whatever his family was into? Maybe he just got married and wanted a new life. Who knows. The point is, you killed this guy, so someone pays a girl to kill your mom. Now we've got some serious bizz on our hands."
"Did you find anything else about who it could be?"
"Actually, Albert's father, Mr. Scalder, no first name shown, has a long list of qualifications. Doctor, Scientist, Technician, Author, and a crap load of more stuff."
"Okay, so this guy could be the one.
"Bingo. That's why I did some digging to find out where he last lived. I think the best place to look is probably around some of these apartments he was evicted from. Perhaps he left some stuff there? His last location wasn't too far from here." Nathan rubbed his eyes and then sighed, looking to his left at the white brick wall, and the posters that were stuck to it by random people.
"Yeah. That would be our best bet." Nathan kept staring at the posters, until something stuck out to him. He stared at it for a while.
A bright green poster with black lettering. The poster had a man in scarf, holding what appeared to be a briefcase. Giant black letters read out "M.F.B.W. Kill For A Cause. 1-800-MERC. Meetings hosted every Monday night at 7. Old warehouse, north of Greensberg."
"Nate? You okay there?" Nathan shook his head and replied.
"Yeah, just...poster." Nathan got up and swung his arms at his side, tearing the poster down and folding it into his pocket.
"Alright, Tom, let's go do us some investigating."
"Elementary, my dear Nathan!"
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Bad Guys?
ActionA mercenary and his best friend want some revenge, but they end up getting involved in something much darker.
