The Secret Bad Guy

Chapter 1 - The Hidden

"So, most bad guys will tell you the master plan. Most bad guys would even let someone else kill you, while they leave in a chopper, but not me. .. I am going to kill you right now."

[Bang] [Bang][Bang][Bang]

"That's why this "bad guy" is still here. Okay, let's go. . . ."

"Where to boss?" asked Frank.

"Back to the house, my wife will be home soon."

"Yes sir, Mr Slayer"

I know what you people think, I am just a "bad guy" and need to be "dealt with" - well let me tell you something. There are no hero's in this life. . .

So, I am going to tell you the story of how we got to the point where I just killed the supposed "hero" or at least this one. I was taking some time out of work and away from study in my early twenties, back then we lived in a caravan in the back of a farmer's field. Nothing or no one for miles around. It was only a small caravan, you know one of those for 2 people, me and my mum just taking it easy, living life the best we knew how.

"I think someone is driving up here" said Mum.

"No one ever comes up here!?" I replied

[Knock][Knock][Knock]

The caravan shook with each knock, like a tin can in the wind.

"Anyone home??"

I opened the door to be greeted by a tall man wearing a suit and tie, with a suspiciously large moustache, you know the type!

"Can I help you old man?"

"In fact yes. Yes you can young man. I want to offer you an opportunity, I know you have been working for Mr Griffiths recently collecting overdue payments, if you catch my drift?"

I look down at my cut and bloodied knuckles. "Yeah what of it?"

"I have a position with my company doing something similar but on the payroll, and we can pay for your mum's private medical care, just as an incentive. I don't want you to give me an answer now, take sometime think it over."

Then he handed me his card, written on the front in blood red ink was two words. THE HIDDEN with an address on the back.

"Come see me tomorrow, young man" he turned and left, disappeared quickly as he arrived. The caravan fell silent, just the clicking of the boiler in the background. . .

"What do you reckon mum?"

"If you think it's worth it lad, you should take the opportunity, don't let me stop you"

"Okay well, I am going to bed". Mum waved her hard in recognition.

Whilst walking to my room, I was thinking about the offer Mr Payne had made. Why me, why does he want me? I couldn't fathom a reason, so climbed into bed put my headphones in and went to sleep. . .

I can remember waking up groggy the next morning like I had a hangover. I sat on the edge of my bed and said "Fuck it, let's go"

I stepped out of the caravan and was immediately slapped in the nostrils with the scent of cow shit, "ah the perks of living on a farm", I laughed.

I walked into the city that day thinking about the offer that Theodore had made, if I could get some cash together from it then I can move out of the caravan and buy a home for me and mum. That was my original motivation for joining THE HIDDEN.