A Crow's Odium

INTRODUCTIONS

KYLIE
He was open, that was his mistake. An easy blunder. His limbs were contorted at unnatural angles, blood spurted from each joint, decorating the walls with delightful crimson splatters. His face and torso were mangled like someone had dumped him in a tank of savage piranhas. His internal organs had been leached while he was still living, they go for good prises. Good for business.

I won't bother disposing of the body, I'm untraceable anyway. And even if they did find me, it would be a repeat of 2067, and I'm sure the police force can't afford to lose that many officers ever again. It may have been a mistake though, I regret it every day; not because of the loss of life, but because it earned me some publicity...
The internet began to call me 'RedCrow', and there has been hate and love about nicknaming an S listed terrorist, but let the internet do what it wants to do.

Besides, I started going by RedCrow and I must admit it has grown on me.
I've even started to leave a mark to taunt the FBI, always creatively displayed at the crime scene.
A dead crow daintily dyed with the blood of the victim, with a clean bullet wound straight through the heart. Never off target, ever.

This is a waste of time. I'll be long gone before the FBIdiots even realize a guy on their watch list has been brutally murdered.
I laugh a little to myself, I can't wait for the news story on this one.

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JAY
"Owww! That hurt like hell man!" Carson sniggered as I pull myself up from the dusty floor of the training room. One day I'll beat him; he thinks I'm a joke, but one day, I'll be laughing at him as his superior.

"My apologies your royal highness, I'll go easier on you next time... I tried my hardest but you're just so..." Carson was curtsying in mock respect, I hate his guts. I've always hated his guts, even since the academy.

"Shut it Carson. Let's go again!" Carson laughed and shook his head, his platinum blonde hair followed suite, flowing perfectly in the dim light available to us.
"Yo Ace, I know how badly you want to beat the crap out of me, and it's not like you aren't shredded or anything, but you're just terrible mate." I bite my lip in frustration.

Because he's right... I train hard everyday for hours on end, most of us here are ripped but especially me and Carson. But there's one difference between us... he isn't garbage at hand to hand combat!

The only reason I was even accepted was because of intellectual abilities. There wasn't a test I couldn't pass, nothing slips by me. I was the one behind the capture of most of the A listed criminals on the FBI watch list, and I guess that's not a bad achievement.

It's not exactly the person I dreamed of being when I came here. No one here even know my real name... I escaped from something I want no connection to. Ace. I wear my cards on my sleeve and play them accordingly, an unbeatable method that only works when it fails. The FBI's secret weapon, code name: Ace.