Angel's Intrigue

Prologue 2

   This is basically the same prologue, only a few changes were made. I decided to make it two parts. There is no need to re-read it but by all means, feel free. 

      It was dark.

     Nearly three a.m, when I walked up to the house the target was in, intending to poison his toothbrush and toothpaste. Dressed in black, hood up, poisons strapped around my waist with my throwing knives around my thigh and a gun in the back of my waist band.

       I got to the door without making a sound, bending to pick the lock I was surprised to see the it had already been picked. There were scratch marks all around the golden lock, but what had me curious was the fact that it was recent and most likely it was still open.

     I was on edge, high alert. I had been requested to not surveil the house, which was another red flag but Antonio really wanted this alliance. He had given me my first shot, taken me in when I was desperate. Helped me when I needed it. I don't know if that makes up for agreeing to send me in blind but it means something to me. For all I know this man could be a night-owl and that's the reason the doors unlocked, although that wouldn't explain the scratch marks on the door-handle.

      Something was seriously wrong here. My instincts were telling me to call for back up, but I ignored them. I push the door slowly, praying it wouldn't squeak and alert anyone in the house. I walk down the small hallway until I come to an opening that leads into the living room. For the first time in a long time I'm filled with fear. Then anger.

      Reaching down, I check the pulse of the guards from Louis house, two dead and one barely conscious, sprawled across the floor. Standing over him he reaches his hand out for help, I glides to the back of my waist band and grab the gun, putting a bullet in his heart and another in his head. The silencer making the beautiful sound of a whistle.

      I walk to Elijah Ryder, gun placed on the ground beside us. 

      He has a pulse.

      But the wounds, they're bad. 

      This man took on three highly trained, armed guards, by himself and survived. But what has me puzzled is that his wounds are defensive, he was protecting himself and from the looks of it he didn't throw a single punch. If I had to guess I would say he had used their own momentum against them, they were the cause of their own downfall. And if that was true, if he used their own techniques against them then this man was an extraordinary fighter. My black leggings are soaking up his blood but it's the last thing on my mind.

      I reach over to check his pulse again, this time he wakes up. His eyes fluttering open as he mutters, "Don't let her near him!"

     "What?" I flinch back, hand at the ready to put a slug in his head but something has me hesitating. Another first while on the job, I had heard him but I didn't understand him.

      "Hide him. Please!" He begs. He begs a woman he doesn't know, about something she doesn't understand. "Bring him to Lanny," his breath is coming in harder. He starts to pant, but I don't try and fool him into shutting up with the usual nonsense about saving his breath. He was dying and he knows it, I let him say what he has to, "wolf." He finished with a cough.

      "Please," he continues begging. "Hide my son." This time its my breathing that picks up, I briefly wonder if I have the wrong house. But deep down I know I don't. I know that I'm in the right house, with Elijah Ryder. "Don't let her near him." He repeats.

      A large part of me questions the possibility that he's delirious from shock or blood loss. I don't know what has me asking but I do anyway, "Do you know who I am?" My voice is gentle and calm.