The Shadow (on hold)

The Shadow

I never had a family, grew up on the streets so I dont have to worry about people getting sentimental about me and if they did then I would beat them senseless or kill them. Its not like I havent killed before.

I think about the first time I killed someone. I was 14 and living underground. Its messy but hey, its life. I was sleeping when a guy about tweny wakes me up. It was the first time I had slept in a week and I get woken up. The guy straddles me and pushes into me. I react and flip him off.

His friends behind him laugh until I grab the guy by his jacket and slam him into the wall. I was strong for my age so he whacked into it pretty hard. His friends stopped laughing as I keep hitting him into the wall. He loses conciousness but I kept hitting him.

Once I was done, he was dead and bashed up. Everyone is silent and looking at me. Confidently I say, "get him out of here before I lose it. Then get back here and if you run, I will find you." The creeps pick him up and pull him out.

They returned and thats when I got my network going. They would steal whatever I asked and didnt care about getting caught because they liked the work. I taught myself to hack and fight. Some of the goons, as I call them, learnt to fight as well then passed it on. None were as good as me but hey, thats life.

My first client showed up when I was 17. I was sleeping which is odd as I only do it once a week. He apparently went to wake me but a goon stopped him and told him what I would do. I opened my eyes at this and stand up, stretching. The guy looks at me and says, "I have heard of your talents."

I sit on a spinny chair and say, "what can I do for you?" I analyse him and smirk at the information.

"I need someone to be killed, annomusly of course."

"of course but why come to me?"

"talents and you officially dont exsist."

"true but it comes with a price."

"six figures enough." The goons all rise at this.

"no." The goons look at me in shock and confusion. "Its not enough."

The guy sighs, "what do you want?"

"the money and a favour." Too easy.

"What favour?"

"not now but when I ask for it, you will do it without question."

"fine."

I stand up and move closer to him. "and if you dont, then you will be linked to the death and maybe others."

"agreed." He passes me a piece of paper with the name and address. "money will be paid once your done."

"give me your number." He goes to oppose but decides against it, has some sort of brain. He writes it down and I take it. "I will call you when its done and show you a picture of my work. You will then bring the money, in cash and non traceable. you know the consequences of failing."