The Assassin of two Worlds

Chapter 2

The clock on my night stand hits 6:00 am and my eyes open. Another morning of another day. The sun hasn't come up yet but I didn't care. I was already accustomed to it. Besides it wasn't like the dam city of New York stopped making noise. The city that never sleeps, tch, fits the name. I walk toward my window and open the shade with a slight pull of the string making it whip up. With the sun still not shining in the horizon, the lights of the city light up the night. The view of my penthouse always manages to get a clear view of the city but that's not why I bought it. It's the view of the sun set and the view of the sun rise. Reminds me that the light of the day is also my ally, just as the dark of the night is. During the day I live one life but during the night I live another. In the day I have many different jobs. Then again those jobs are very versatile. Some of my jobs are: privet detective, blacksmith, bounty hunting, electronics technician and the occasional hacking. Many jobs, many traits, many abilities. However at night I live a completely different life. At night I go out and hunt down criminals. Sounds easy like a cop but that's not how I work. I hunt down crime lords, serial killers, guns for hire, rapist, big shot mafia like the cartel or the Yakuza. Anyone that fits the picture of a killer, rapist or murderer. Some people think that a killer and a murderer are the same thing, the truth is that their not. A murderer kills for their own selfish reasons like wanting to keep a secret or out of spite, a killer kills for many other reasons, money, orders of their boss, insanity or just plain pleasure. I hunt them, I find them, I teach them the fear, terror and pain they inflicted on their victims, and I kill them. Yes I may enjoy it but I took an oath when I began. Only kill those who have innocent blood on their hands all other leave them to the police and justice system to deal with. Even if the system is flawed, corrupted and in some cases pointless. As for the police well there's always a bad apple or two. Nothing I haven't dealt with before.

In any case, it was still dark outside and I was still not hungry enough to eat breakfast. I decided that I should begin with my morning exercises. The good thing about having many jobs is that I make a lot of money. Since I make a lot of money I can afford living in a penthouse even if it's just for show. After all can't let my enemies or the police know who I really am, if it where up to me I'll settle with living in a cave. Aside from that I guess living with money does have its advantages. One of them being able to afford better training equipment, even if I make a few changes to said equipment after to fit better with my real exercises. That and being able to replace them when they break. I began first with 200 push ups like always, after I started doing 250 sit ups, 200 pull up with each hand by using a pole I installed on my sealing, crunches, treadmill, bicycle, heavy wait lifting, etc etc. By the time I was done it was already sun rise. The clock said 6:28 am. After I finish with the last exercise I went and took a shower. When I was clean I stepped into the kitchen to whip up something to eat. I grab the remote control and turned on the TV to listen to the morning news as I cooked. As I was making myself some pancakes I hear the anchor woman say "Just last night the body of a man was found near Hell's Kitchen disembodied and turn to shreds making it almost impossible to identify. Fortunately his wallet was found and the man was identify as Nick Matthews believe to be one of New York city's greatest drug lords. Charge with 5 attempted murders, trafficking illegal drugs and slave women, and over 10 accounts of rapes and homicide. Police now have reason to believe this was the work of the infamous vigilantly known as 'Nightmare'. Apparently there is reason to believe that 'Nightmare' has made appearances in other cities around the world. Captain Richards has refuse to revel or comment on whether this is true or not. In other news ...." Amusing seems like they are finally catching on. I'm not surprise, my work does leave a rather distinctive mark. I smirk at my own thoughts. Soon after eating my breakfast and getting dress to go out I pick up my phone and notice that there's a text message. It was from one of my bounty hunter handlers. In the text was the documents of my next target, a boy name Mark Jackson, age: 23, wanted: alive, reason: Skip court after being caught robbing a convenient store and resisting arrest, pay: $650.89, last seen: Bronx near Crotona Park. Sounds like an easy job.