The Bad Boy Is An Assassin #Wattys2014

Chapter 3: The Past

Authors Note - Hi guys, next chapter will be from the assassins point of view. Expect total badassery! COMMENTS and VOTES are appreciated :D

Picture on the right or at the top (depending on how your reading this) is of Detective Jamie Carlton A.K.A Ryan Reynolds.

The Video is Kelly Clarkson Stronger it just seemed rather fitting for this chapter.

x Love LAS x

 Kelsey Jones

January 20th 2010

The rain sclices down from the dark grey clouds hammering the ground leaving behind massive puddles and coating everything in a layer of water. The world looks like it's underwater the harder the rain falls down.

My purple hoodie is already soaked through along with my blue skinny jeans. My feet squelch as I walk through the streets of London to get home, there's no point in running I'm already soaked and late for dinner as I turn down a long narrow alleyway.

After learning the truth I've kept to myself thinking but I know one thing for sure I am not going to tell them I know. No thats there job.

It's only 6pm but it's getting dark quickly because of the clouds and the rain. Three quarters of the way into the alleyway my foot slips on something and I fall to the ground putting my hands out in front of myself to ease the force of the fall.

"Ahhh-Shit! Oww!" I sit up and hold my knee "What the..." How did I slip. I squint into the darkness searching the ground for an explanation.I blow my bangs out of my eyes which are now dripping wet thanks to my hood coming down when I fell and huff preparing to get to my feet. A flash of lightning lights up the ground and reflects of a phone?

I hobble to my feet and I say hobble because my knee feels like someone took a baseball bat to it. I hobble to my feet grabing the phone of the ground on my way up. 

Phone isn't really the right word for it, it's basically a block of black slate half an inch thick with a piece of glass practically molded into one face of the slate. Also its big roughly 6 inches by 3 inches.

I lean on my left shoulder on the alleyway wall holding the phone in my right hand I brush the fingers on my left hand around the edges of the block, I'm calling it the block so don't judge, looking for any switches or buttons. Nothing not even a bump just smooth sides.

I gingerly tap my left index finger on the glass but again nothing. Great I just spent 5 minutes standing in turrential rain for nothing. Whatever. I press the phone into the palm of my hand ready to get moving again when the glass starts heating up against my birthmark thats on the meaty part of my right hand underneath the thumb.

Quickly the heat escalates and the glass flashes red before I cry out in pain and drop the block clutching my hand to my chest. The glass flashes green once before it softly starts to emit a blue light. 

Forgetting my burning hands I retrieve the phone from the ground and watch transfixed as numbers and letters start scrolling down the glass. After a minute I notice a group of numbers different to the rest and press my finger against them but nothing happens. 

I glance at the burn on my right hand and see that the glass burnt my birthmark in it's exact shape which was in a lighting strike. Strange I know but thats me strange.

I look from my birthmark back to the block screen and at the numbers moving in a zig zag pattern a it all makes sense, well sense-ish. 

I press my burning birthmark against the screen where the pattern appears every time the numbers run down it and the glass starts to cool down until it's as cold as ice. The glass flashes white then green again before going back to the light blue.