My Masked Assassin

Chapter One: A Normal Day At The Office

crunch, crunch, crunch...

Nothing beats Pringles on a warm Friday night, lying across the couch in your P.J's , warm blankets over you,  with a kickass episode of The Boondocks playing.

"I've got you now motherfucker" Granddad's voice yelled through the room. It was the latest episode from the 4th season, episode 5 I think. I lifted the remote and paused the scene where belts were flying and sticks were being twirled around and whipped. Rewind, play in slowmo. That was how I got my moves, fight moves that is, everyone wondered how I knew how to fight so well and so brutishly.

Even as I watched I could feel my muscles tense and flex, as if I was the one moving like that, fighting like that. I sit upright, spreading my feet alittle apart, like a dad would when watching a rugby match, my eyes scan the screen, locking on key stances and positions.

I change the channel, oh just my luck, my idol -Alice- was hacking away at monsters in a Resident Evil movie I hadn't watched yet.

Cool.

I think I was born to fight, that was the only explanation, growing up on the streets alone you tend to be rough. All those skinny gangly shaped teenage guys who always stood around dumpsters with broken bottles and cigarette stub littered everywhere, thought they could have fun playing pin the bottle on the little girl. I sure pinned the bottle on them, idiots, I almost took out an eye.

The next day I had to fight with a dog over a piece of meat he'd stolen from a butchers shop, the piece I manage to fight from him I begged a local Japanese store to cook for me. The guy I gave wanted to take the meat and chase me away, I screwed up his legs real nicely, shins especially. Then an old woman who looked like his grandmom came out, whacked him with a rolling pin and gave me a truck load of dumplings and egg rolls.

She took me in for the night before handing me over to the police, whom took me back to the orphanage. Jerks.

Ding!

My popcorn's ready! I rise from the couch and lunge myself toward the kitchen, all that separated it from the living room was a floor-to-ceiling shelf filled with junk I liked to call collectibles. In the kitchen was a singular round wooden table with just one chair. The smell of popcorn was everywhere, making my mouth water. Yummy, yummy, snack time!

I yank open the small panel microwave door and pull out the bowl, then barely snuffing out a curse and drop the bowl on the table, "Hot, hot, hot, hot!!"

I put the hand under running cold water and laughed at my stupidity, this always happens. I gingerly reach for the bowl again, this time prepared, and dashed to the couch before the heat became too unbearable.

I collapse back on the chair and balance the bowl on my tummy, my shirt was pretty thick so I just felt a tingling warm glow spread. Brain guts flew around as I poured popcorn in my mouth, some fell to the floor, I'll get it later.

When your living alone with virtually no friends or family you tend to get so God-awfully lazy. I pick the remote to change the channel right before a monster did something that'd make me not want to finish my popcorn. Nothing else was on and only old cartoons were replaying. I fling the remote onto the glass table infront of me and throw my head back and groan.

"Soooooo boooored!" C'mon it's Friday night, something must be going on.

Right on cue a siren wailed in the distance, I was on my feet and at the window in seconds. Yep, two police cars zip by, the bright lights alerting people that something really cool was going on.

"My Friday night just seems a whole lot brighter now."

Jumping over the couch, passing the kitchen and into my room to the right I already had my shirt half over my head. I quickly step out of my jeans and fling both items over my bed. I had no intention of ruining them, I learned a long time ago that you never take clothes you like in a possible fight. You never know what might be going on.

I yank open my closet doors and fish out dark midnight blue pants, tight yet still flexible. A black long sleeved light cotton top, it might be chilly outside, and if it wasn't I could just push up my sleeves. My utility belt, not as cool as Batman's-it just had a pocket for my knife (dagger if you wanna be fancy about it), a slot for my gun and a mini pouch for a grenade (I've been leaving it at home lately, never use it.)-it's so boring and plain.

I debated with myself for a second on whether or not I should wear those belts things you see macho commando guys wrap around there chests. It made me seem overkill but I just couldn't help it. Number one rule of combat, scare the enemy just by your look, they'll think twice before attacking. I take one instead of the two just to ease my mind.

I turn back towards my room as I got dressed, it wasn't that bad, just alittle messy. I've been meaning to pick those clothes off the ground for the past 3 weeks, I'm sure another week wouldn't hurt. As I pop my head through my shirt I catch my reflection in the mirror, and I smile, no not cause I looked good (which I did btw). Cause of the glint in my eye, the glint of pure, unadulterated, madness.

Who else who chase after police cars to battle only God knows what on a Friday night? That's right, me. My eyes twinkle in the light cast from outside, I hadn't even noticed that I hadn't turned on my room lights. Weird, I hate the dark.

I pick up a flower shaped hair band or scrunches or whatever, I so didn't want to pack my hair up. I wanted it to dance in the wind, it would look so cool if I arrived at the crime scene with my long full hair wiping in the wind as I look down on the scene and say something cool like, "It's alright boys, the big guns are here."

See what I mean? Crazy.

I push the hair band into my pockets and look out my window, thankfully they were open and my curtains pulled aside, I look up to my roof and say,

"Security protocol 409"

A red dot flickered, gleamed. And went blank.

Time to go.

I run towards my window and jump.

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